[ He wasn't awake until a bit before noon. He should have been awake earlier. Should have seen the Dreamberry glow with an update. Should have heard the footsteps in the cottage, and most definitely should have heard the door open, but more importantly close.
And the time of the dream causes his throat to tighten more than it already has, if at all possible. One hand is holding the Dreamberry while the other flirts over his chest, fingertips gliding over smooth material, where just beneath, the seal rests. It's not a quarter of a way turned, and yet ...
His finger has been hesitating over the 'call' button for a good ten minutes. His expression is a bit void, and just before finally pressing the button, opts for the cancellation of video. And he waits for it to connect...because it almost always does immediately even without consent of the other party. ]
[By the time the call comes through, even the starkest images from the dream have been dampened by daylight, slowly fading away as they always eventually do each time this particular scene chooses to play out in his mind.
And yet he is still out here. At first there had been no question that leaving was the correct thing to do - he tries to avoid smoking inside the cottage, after all. And then the day stetched on and the sun crept higher, and even now he can't turn his feet back towards the little home they have made. Can't sort the words out in his mind for the conversations that are bound to be had. He stays outside, running away until someone finally calls him to heel. Oz was right. He is still Gilbert. Still a useless child-
It is almost a relief when the Dreamberry finally quivers in the pocket it had faithfully made its way back to. Self-recrimination overcomes hesitation as he sweeps the cigarette from his mouth and raises the Dreamberry to his ear.]
[ He's suddenly extremely glad he had changed it to only voice at the last moment, mainly because he doesn't want to fake smiles right now. He winces, just a bit, at the answer he gets, but it's not like anyone can see it right now. ]
[ He's resisting the urge to wonder just what Gilbert is sorry about, and yet he was the reason for the dream, wasn't he? So maybe he does have the right to feel guilty -- he's been quiet for a bit too long ... maybe he needs to have this talk after all ]
[He chokes it off, because he didn't mean to raise his voice. Oz doesn't deserve to be shouted at. But how can the boy... Gil's not the one in danger, not the one with a deadly seal attached to him - and even if it hasn't moved here, it's still a waiting danger. Who's to say it won't start? Who's to say that the delay here doesn't simply mean a larger leap than usual is on the horizon? Who's to say that the Oz back home isn't...isn't already...]
[ Oz winces a bit instinctively, not used to hearing Gilbert's words filled with such ... conviction. Something in his chest stings a bit, knowing he is the cause for this sudden onslaught of raw emotion. He manages to push the thought away, just for now, in favor of calming his servant down. ]
Ah...Gil should listen to his own words more often~ [ his voice trails off, growing a fraction softer ] ...I'm right here, Gil. It's not going to happen like that.
[ because he knows it eventually will happen, and he won't lie to his best friend, but he won't let him suffer like this either. ]
[But it will. Oz doesn't know how many illegal contractors he's seen; doesn't know that Pandora isn't there to try to save them, merely curb the harm they cause and learn what information they can. Oz doesn't know that they have tried for years and still the only known way is to kill the chain early in the bonding process. Oz doesn't know that what is happening with the seal right now should be impossible.]
It hasn't moved here, has it?
[Oz doesn't know, and Gil won't tell him, that he should have died months ago.]
[ He goes quiet again, hand still resting over the seal subconsciously. The time it had moved, the pain had been unbearable. Since his time here, though, he hadn't even felt a single prick of agony from that spot. ]
No, I don't think so. [ A small huff, though, follows ]
But what if it did? Nothing can change what's going to happen. I don't want you to think about it, okay?
And the time of the dream causes his throat to tighten more than it already has, if at all possible. One hand is holding the Dreamberry while the other flirts over his chest, fingertips gliding over smooth material, where just beneath, the seal rests. It's not a quarter of a way turned, and yet ...
His finger has been hesitating over the 'call' button for a good ten minutes. His expression is a bit void, and just before finally pressing the button, opts for the cancellation of video. And he waits for it to connect...because it almost always does immediately even without consent of the other party. ]
...Gil?
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And yet he is still out here. At first there had been no question that leaving was the correct thing to do - he tries to avoid smoking inside the cottage, after all. And then the day stetched on and the sun crept higher, and even now he can't turn his feet back towards the little home they have made. Can't sort the words out in his mind for the conversations that are bound to be had. He stays outside, running away until someone finally calls him to heel. Oz was right. He is still Gilbert. Still a useless child-
It is almost a relief when the Dreamberry finally quivers in the pocket it had faithfully made its way back to. Self-recrimination overcomes hesitation as he sweeps the cigarette from his mouth and raises the Dreamberry to his ear.]
I'm sorry.
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[ He's resisting the urge to wonder just what Gilbert is sorry about, and yet he was the reason for the dream, wasn't he? So maybe he does have the right to feel guilty -- he's been quiet for a bit too long ... maybe he needs to have this talk after all ]
...Are you okay?
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[He chokes it off, because he didn't mean to raise his voice. Oz doesn't deserve to be shouted at. But how can the boy... Gil's not the one in danger, not the one with a deadly seal attached to him - and even if it hasn't moved here, it's still a waiting danger. Who's to say it won't start? Who's to say that the delay here doesn't simply mean a larger leap than usual is on the horizon? Who's to say that the Oz back home isn't...isn't already...]
You shouldn't be worrying about me.
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Ah...Gil should listen to his own words more often~ [ his voice trails off, growing a fraction softer ] ...I'm right here, Gil. It's not going to happen like that.
[ because he knows it eventually will happen, and he won't lie to his best friend, but he won't let him suffer like this either. ]
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It hasn't moved here, has it?
[Oz doesn't know, and Gil won't tell him, that he should have died months ago.]
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No, I don't think so. [ A small huff, though, follows ]
But what if it did? Nothing can change what's going to happen. I don't want you to think about it, okay?
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