Changing but Never Diminishing.

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  It was later in the afternoon and the sun was hanging in the sky over the clear lake water and the canopy of the trees in the little corner of Sweden the motley family of the compound happened to be occupying for the duration of spring break. Despite the temperature being what he would normally gripe about as being "cold as fuck", Gilbert found

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It was a familiar sight upon entering the longhouse. Eduard was hunched over some sort of small diagram or construction project, muttering to himself as he adjusted his glasses and checked his sketches. What caught Gilbert's eye was that despite how long it had been since any of them had stepped foot anywhere near a shaving razor, his boyfriend's face still looked just as smooth as it usually did. He couldn't quite wrap his mind around that one because even HE had a bit of white stubble warming his upper lip and jawline. He was by no means complaining as he happened to find it quite sexy. He was simply curious, and with a lack of a schedule of things to do during the trip, curiosity happened to be getting the better of him.

His presence went unnoticed as the albino strolled over to his genius who sat labouring to create a model of a medieval trebuchet. "Hey Birdie, where's your viking beard?" Gilbert questioned, leaning in to rest his chin on Eduard's shoulder.

"Holy frak!" Eduard yelped, letting go of the miniature trebuchet arm and all but jumping out of his skin. The small rock from the floor that had been in the small siege weapon's launching sling flung across the room and made contact with the stack of carved wooden bowls on one of the tables, sending them clatter over loudly.

"Scheiße." Gilbert said, trying his damndest not to laugh at his boyfriend's unexpected reaction. "You're alright, ja?" A few moments of silence went by as Eduard attempted to catch his breath, and the look on his face was all Gilbert's composure needed to crumble like the Berlin wall. He couldn't keep himself from erupting into a fit of laughter over the whole situation. He didn't see any blood, and nothing seemed to have been broken, and it was SO DAMNED FUNNY. How could he help it?