Post by chibi on Dec 24, 2011 8:14:50 GMT -5
RUMPELSTILTSKIN
Gilbert Beilschmidt
Years ago, when I was younger,
Table of Contents
Nicknames:
Devil
Age:
23
Gender:
Male
Species/Race:
Human
Where they reside:
Ashwick's Woods mostly, though he lingers around the castle and surrounding town.
I kinda' liked a girl I knew,
Story Summary
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Fears:
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She was mine and we were sweethearts,
The Story
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Roleplay Sample:
[From Zirkustalia]
Gilbert could sense a sort of…what was it? Dissatisfaction? Despair? He couldn’t tell what it was, but he immediately decided that he didn’t like that emotion radiating from his lover. The Prussian’s lips thinned slightly in concern, shifting a measured gaze towards Arthur. He knew very well that the other was melancholy over the fact that they were not able to spend as much time together as they wished; there were too many limits that they could not control, and not enough hours in the day. It made him yearn that much more for a solution, though it always seemed to slip out of his grasp.
He wasn’t a doctor, far from it, but the albino knew exactly how to distract Arthur from his pessimistic musings that he could read with his expression easily. And he was intending to capture his attention for the entire evening, though Gilbert knew that wouldn’t be too much effort if the two were completely alone. Without distractions, and without worries. They were both very much in love with each other, after all, and simply wanted to exist in their own world. It wasn’t as if that would change; that was something he was wholly confident of.
Perhaps he could just bring the daylight Prague to Arthur. Now that could be an idea. The Prussian grinned faintly, excitement filling him at the thought. He would have to see how this night went before he started to make elaborate plans (he immediately knew that he wanted to bring Francis into this; the two of them could do something absolutely wonderful for Arthur), but Gilbert wanted to make his lover happy. And that meant countless dates and endless kisses, with some much needed privacy, which this evening promised to be full of.
His focus drifted slightly as he set about his task of folding up different clothing, trying to decide what was necessary for their night together. The Prussian sighed inwardly with impatience; he despised packing, but put up with it for the sake of not being scolded by Arthur. Gilbert wasn’t the neatest person around, but he was learning – how to pack properly, how to fold clothing, how to smooth out wrinkles. Slowly, but surely (though that might have also been simply because his lover knew how to get him to listen without question), the Prussian was picking up the habits of the English gentleman.
He lifted his chin, fixing his lover with a curious glance, as Arthur came forward to interrupt his work. Noticing the dress jackets in hand, Gilbert straightened when prompted and kept his eyes on the other’s face as different colored coats were held up in front of him. A slow smile curved up his lips, fondness and faint nostalgia softening his expression at his lover’s words. “Ja. I remember that night perfectly. When we first met, and our time afterward.” At times the Prussian would dream in vivid detail about their relationship in Berlin, and he often wished that they could go back to those innocent days (even if they were a bit risqué instead), when everything was simple. “It was a beautiful night, wasn’t it? You old romantic,” he teased gently.
Once Arthur’s luggage case was left open on the bed between them, Gilbert slid onto the bed beside it to place the clothing that he had managed to fold neatly enough inside it as he listened to his lover. The Prussian kept his eyes on the Englishman, his hands continuing in the movement of his task as he was drawn in completely only with the sound of the other’s voice. He was grinning, almost like a loon, at the fond memory as Arthur described their first dinner together in perfect recall. Gilbert could remember every single moment now, and found himself wanting to relive that memory completely.
“We were both young, but we are growing old together, are we not?” Gilbert’s voice was gentle and soft, the affection in his voice just as blatant as the love on his spouse’s face. “We can always pretend we are the strangers that we were before that night, and reenact our wonderful evenings afterwards together. With all of our candlelit dinners, and walks through the city with all the streetlamps on, and waking up in the morning to be greeted by your beautiful smile. I want to fall in love with you all over again.” He stretched out a hand to take that jacket, and simply placed it on the bed carelessly as his fingers encircled Arthur’s wrist, tugging the other man down onto the bed beside him insistently for a second kiss.
Gilbert drew away enough to let the touch of that kiss linger for a moment, pressing their foreheads together as the hand that had caught hold of Arthur’s wrist traveled up his arm to cradle the back of the Englishman’s head. “Danke,” he said simply, tilting his head enough to press his lips against his lover’s cheek. “I’ve always just wanted to…thank you, after all of these years. You have made me the happiest man in the world. I love you. Ich liebe dich. So very much.” The Prussian tapped his free fingers against the underside of the other’s chin to lift his head, and kissed him again with all the passion he could muster.
He was unable to resist the temptation of Arthur’s skin, those fingers sneaking underneath the collar of his shirt to trace along his shoulder blade for just a moment – Gilbert had to force himself to stop, despite the urge to bury themselves deep into the blankets and spend the night there instead, all curled around each other. But he had asked his lover out on a date, and it would be a wonderful feeling to be able to give into their desires with some sense of privacy. So he would keep his word, as he had promised Arthur; at least until they were behind closed doors, and there were no inhibitions between them.
“I should treat you to something, if you’re intending on buying me clothing, you know,” Gilbert whispered, trailing a line of soft and slow kisses up Arthur’s chin. “Anything you want. Just ask, and I will do it for you, mein liebe.” Pulling back enough to quirk a cheeky little grin with kiss-reddened lips, the Prussian carefully traced the outline of the other’s face with the tips of his fingers for just a moment – one that he had memorized countless times before, but wanting to take in all of his features once more – before finally letting his body flow off the bed to stand in front of the Englishman properly.
Gilbert bent at the waist to give his lover an elaborate bow as he had been taught, straightening slightly to extend a hand towards him. He tilted his head, eyes full of warmth and love as a soft smile came unbidden to his lips. “Would you, Arthur Kirkland, accompany me tonight for a date? We can conquer the world together. Just say yes, and I’ll sweep you off your feet.”
…that was then but then it's true!
About the Author
Nickname:
Chibi
Age:
19
Country:
USA
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I'm in love with a fairytale, even though it hurts, 'cause I don't care if I lose my mind, I'm already cursed.