▶ ☁ Black Feather;
Oz looked frightened.. Rather, he looked like he had when he’d finally been able to return to him after the duke Vessalius locked Gilbert up in the basement.. Empty.. Oz’s words stung Gilbert deep, it wasn’t his fault things had happened. It wasn’t Oz’s either. So why was he saying those things? “No..” His voice was quiet. He wasn’t about to let Oz leave. That stupid tyrant was his friend, and he had vowed to always remain his servant. Even with.. The return of his memories, he had made a vow to this person of light in his life. There was no way he was going to go back on it.. Even if Leo made him shoot him.. He wasn’t here now, so there was no way it would happen again!
Gilbert reached out with his left hand, grabbing the young blond before he was more than a step or two away and turned him back around. His hands firmly grasping his upper arms then. “Do you really think I’m going to let you leave now?” He frowned, golden eyes watching his face. “I promised I’d stay with you and I’m not about to let you just throw our time together away like that.” What a brat. “Do you understand, Oz? Even with these memories, I’m not about to leave you.”
He wanted to slap him, to knock some sense into his stupid head. But no, he couldn’t hurt him. Not even a simple smack. He never wanted to hurt Oz, that incident.. Wasn’t his doing. It was more like when Zwei had used her Chain on him before.. But no, he refused to think about it now. “Oz you’re stuck with me.” Gilbert offered a slight smile then. “Really, Oz, you’re such a brat sometimes.”
“Wh—!?” Being grabbed and turned around wasn’t something the blonde had expected. Not at all. He wanted to say something, wanted to protest, to tell Gil to let him go, but before he could speak, the other already started doing just that, and Oz only stood there, listening to him.
Wait, so, he… He wanted to stay with him? Normally, that wouldn’t have surprised him at all, but according to what happened… No, Oz was not prepared for something like that to be said. Gilbert was always so loyal… So after finding out that Leo was Glen now, and that Gil was actually his servant, it would just have been logical to assume that the raven was going to ‘go back’ to his true master. Or rather, that was what Oz had thought at first. Because, even though he had protected him just moments before, when ‘Leo’ told him to shot him, Gilbert just… did it. And while the Chain wondered just why he had did that, another part pushed it ‘aside’ as obeying a master’s order.
Hence the confusion in his eyes as he looked up for a moment, unsure how to react. No, actually, he didn’t wanted to just throw those times away. Not with Gil, not with Alice, with no one he had meet and called his friend/family. It was more like that he felt he had to, because things were supposed to be like that.
Because of what Jack had told him.
“I-…” the blonde began, looking down again as he felt his small body tensing. What should he say now? Gilbert probably wouldn’t just let him leave, no matter what he said, that much Oz knew. But what if Jack took control of his body again? Even if Gil was a Baskerville, he was B-Rabbit. He had the power to kill the Baskervilles, and he was sure Jack would do just that should he take over again. Then again, he hadn’t really been able to ‘feel’ him in his mind lately…
The others next words made him smile in a rather ironic manner. Not that he didn’t appreciated them. He did. A whole lot, actually. But it was because of that that his mind started racing even more. Gilbert should be at Glen’s side, not his. And yet, Oz liked the idea of staying with the taller one. But could it really be like before again? Most likely not, but… He wanted to try. There was a small part in him that wanted to try. And maybe this was some sort of second chance for him…?
He was silent for a few moments, and altough he had done so at first, he had stopped trying to get out of the others grasp. After some minutes, the blonde looked up, hands reaching up to touch the others cheeks before he spoke. “Gil…” he began, before-
-he pinched the males cheeks and started pulling as hard as he could.
“Gil is a big idiot…~”
Honestly, he was half-serious about that. There were alot of things he still wanted to ask, like what Gilbert meant with ‘those memories’ exactly, but Oz knew that, when both of them digged deeper now, he wouldn’t be able to keep that small mask he had just put on again. Even though his voice didn’t sounded any ‘better’ than before.
And there was always a later, right.
“A big and useless idiot~”