[for the second time in a week, there is one (1) gilbert(ine) nightray on your screens. she looks - flustered, on her bed. she's panting, cheeks flushed red, hair dishevelled, frantic. the screen cuts off at her chest, and there's a knee somewhere there, raised leg and all.]

O-oh damn it -

Sir Dominic Sorel? Dominic - I-I need t-to speak to you ( Read more... )

- the food selection is terrible and frankly, I -

[five in the morning and one (1) gilbert nightray is soliloquizing on the coarser points of the local marketplace (where the fuck are the people are they going on leave or something?); brows drawn, 'berry held screen up in a hand ( Read more... )

Warning ♩ Mentions of blood.
Side Effects ♩ Heart palpitations at the end! Viewers will get dreadfully, teeth-achingly nervous and anticipatory, in addition to everything Gilbert feels in this dream.
Filters ♩ Those who know what failed filters look like should pick up on the fact that he'd tried to make this dream private to only himself.

( one decade, two brothers, three allies )

[The Dreamberry's on an adjacent table, with its owner out of focus.

There is a Gilbert. There is (1) one Gilbert waking up, bleary-eyed, and he sits up looking quite disoriented.]

Wha -

[See him pick up the Dreamberry and have a face of 'what the hell'.]

That's - that's impossible - [And yet Break oh wait did he say that people have said that ( Read more... )

Ch.

[Today definitely fell under the category of Not A Good Day. First he had somehow slipped down their grand foyer's staircase after speaking to his brother (he was unsure if that fell under a Good Thing or not), then he woke up in a place that was definitely not part of the Nightray estate, and then he realised that this was not a place that ( Read more... )