(I hope this satisfies somewhat. It's kind of rushed, but I like it. There's not much backstory though. :c I hope you like it all the same) - - - - He had marked up surviving death itself as solid proof of his sheer awesomeness. Because, really, what else could there have been? The piano wire had snapped tightly around his neck when the ground gave way, and for one uncomfortably long moment, Gilbert Bielschmidt really was dead. But God had to have been looking out or him, or maybe he was just that awesome, because he woke up days later.
Tired red eyes stared up at the ceiling, and he couldn’t figure out where he was. At first, he believed he was dead. That had to be the only reason for being in a strange room that provided him with a homely comfort that he never had in his own home, or even with West. Although the thought of being dead did very little to comfort him. It brought back the memory of what happened when--- the cold wire draped around his neck, tightening just enough that his head couldn’t slip out. If he tried to move
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Sunshine (End)
anonymous
January 12 2010, 20:31:28 UTC
“Gilbert,” came Belgium’s velvety voice again as she reappeared in his view. She smiled when he looked up at her, and the smile broke him. “Come on, Gil, let’s get you back to bed then...” With that she popped back and walked towards the bed. He could hear the blankets ruffling behind him as she readjusted everything in the guest bed. Gilbert made no attempt to move
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He had marked up surviving death itself as solid proof of his sheer awesomeness. Because, really, what else could there have been? The piano wire had snapped tightly around his neck when the ground gave way, and for one uncomfortably long moment, Gilbert Bielschmidt really was dead. But God had to have been looking out or him, or maybe he was just that awesome, because he woke up days later.
Tired red eyes stared up at the ceiling, and he couldn’t figure out where he was. At first, he believed he was dead. That had to be the only reason for being in a strange room that provided him with a homely comfort that he never had in his own home, or even with West. Although the thought of being dead did very little to comfort him. It brought back the memory of what happened when--- the cold wire draped around his neck, tightening just enough that his head couldn’t slip out. If he tried to move ( ... )
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I'm not that into the Gilbert being hung thing but you did it beautifully. Very sad and fluffy. *loves* TYVM
reCaptcha: for Lovers? why yes, reCaptcha. very good.
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((I hope somebody fills with drunk sex. >w>))
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