Come in, it's cold out there!
The hot natured Spanish male stood outside of his favorite brothers door, he knocked and waited, he brought some of the others favorite food, he waited for him to answer, he wanted to see him badly, he shivered, he never came here the other came to his place, he truly loved his brother with all his heart, he loved him, he refrained himself from touching his taller younger brother, their past the same, he waited, he watched the door closely, he wanted to see the one he loved...

A creeeeak at the door, and it was answered by Alexsei. He was bundled up in scarves and a coat, his patch tied gently to obscure his scarred eye. He tilted his head just a bit, to the side, and smiled gently at the much younger state.

"Hello, little brother! It has been a while since you have visited…"

Nice: What an odd sort of being you are. I feel as though we may have met before.

feen-konig:

ask-alaskan-boy:

feen-konig:

That’s hardly the way to approach your king, now, is it.

-The Fae drifts a bit closer, mostly to stare the strawberry blond in the eye-

You are?

King?

*That has him raising an eyebrow. Well, he raises the one that can be seen clearly.*

I’m a being like any other, I suppose. My name is Nice.

King of the Realms, yes. My guards are nearby attempting to get fruit out of a tree.

You look human but you don’t smell like one.

Seems tedious. I do hope no one is injured.

Oh. my race is something slightly… Odd. I represent a land mass.

((Guess who’s back and cleaning out a horrible blog for a newish start?))

Nice: What an odd sort of being you are. I feel as though we may have met before.

feen-konig:

That’s hardly the way to approach your king, now, is it.

-The Fae drifts a bit closer, mostly to stare the strawberry blond in the eye-

You are?

King?

*That has him raising an eyebrow. Well, he raises the one that can be seen clearly.*

I’m a being like any other, I suppose. My name is Nice.

Liar: No Escape

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Gilbert looked both flushed and guilty, pressing back against the wall as much as it would allow as Liar boxed him in against it. Refusing to look up at the Alaskan, the doll mumbled and stuttered and toyed with the ribbon around his neck.

"H— have I been bad, Liar?"

That thought brought a laugh to him, and Liar shook his head, nestled nose up against Gilbert’s cool throat, against a pulse that wasn’t there. He breathed in the smell of the doll, and sighed.

"Yes."

Breathing.

"Yes, it’s very selfish. And that’s good. It’s good to be selfish sometimes. ‘Cause sometimes, you need to look out for yourself, not a couple of idiots."

A sigh, and a slightly tighter hold as the clockwork was coaxed to bear his throat, and Gilbert frowned ever so slightly. “It’s never good when I get selfish.”

But what was the point? Gilbert rested back against the wall, all fear of first getting pushed back settled and tucked somewhere it can’t bother him as he ran a hand through Liar’s hair.

"You aren’t an idiot."

Little kisses, light as gentle brushes of a butterfly’s wings. He was always so gentle. An anomaly in his behavior, his act of a large beast with a man’s form. Gilbert was a precious flower.

And Liar somehow turned gardener whenever they were together.

"Maybe not intellectually, though I think I kinda am… But I’m definitely an idiot conventionally, and socially." The straw-berry blonde was far more likely to swear loudly and shove his foot in his mouth rather than actually apologize for a mistake.

Liar: No Escape

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Gilbert looked both flushed and guilty, pressing back against the wall as much as it would allow as Liar boxed him in against it. Refusing to look up at the Alaskan, the doll mumbled and stuttered and toyed with the ribbon around his neck.

"H— have I been bad, Liar?"

"I don’t know," he answered truthfully.

His arms dropped, coming around Gilbert and holding tightly. Sweet hell, he hadn’t visited in far too long. Alexsei had been right to remind him, in that slightly annoying little ramble of his.

Sigh…

"I’m not sure, really. I just miss bein’ with you. And I’ve been neglectin’ you. I don’t have a right to be angry with Nice for making time with you." Even now, he said that, but it wasn’t sincere. He hasted sharing with the other. He hated it more than anything else.

The Prussian could hear it in his voice, in the way he almost swallowed him up completely in his embrace. The strawberry blond couldn’t… Take it, that Gilbert wasn’t all his alone.

Was it the same as always, then, lovers dead or dying or leaving? Brothers… Don’t do that to each other. And such an extreme seemed— seemed to be ridiculous, honestly, because— because he tried to keep them all together, isn’t it the right thing to do, or—

"…Is this selfish, Liar, for me to care for both of you…?"

That thought brought a laugh to him, and Liar shook his head, nestled nose up against Gilbert’s cool throat, against a pulse that wasn’t there. He breathed in the smell of the doll, and sighed.

"Yes."

Breathing.

"Yes, it’s very selfish. And that’s good. It’s good to be selfish sometimes. ‘Cause sometimes, you need to look out for yourself, not a couple of idiots."

Liar: No Escape

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Gilbert looked both flushed and guilty, pressing back against the wall as much as it would allow as Liar boxed him in against it. Refusing to look up at the Alaskan, the doll mumbled and stuttered and toyed with the ribbon around his neck.

"H— have I been bad, Liar?"

The alarm softened with the press of lips, Gilbert’s hunched and defensive position changing in favor of wrapping his arms around the much taller man’s middle to nuzzle into him when the kiss broke. “It’s my fault. I’ve been paying more attention to him and not bein’ mindful to balance it. I’m sorry.”

It was a very delicate trapeze act between the three of them and sooner or later something will happen, Liar will snap, Nice will leave as the game gets boring, both of them will be unable to visit, Gilbert will do something stupid; this is a configuration that will end up with nothing but hurt for all of them. All the doll could do was scramble to keep it patched.

"How can I make it better?"

"I don’t know," he answered truthfully.

His arms dropped, coming around Gilbert and holding tightly. Sweet hell, he hadn’t visited in far too long. Alexsei had been right to remind him, in that slightly annoying little ramble of his.

Sigh…

"I’m not sure, really. I just miss bein’ with you. And I’ve been neglectin’ you. I don’t have a right to be angry with Nice for making time with you." Even now, he said that, but it wasn’t sincere. He hasted sharing with the other. He hated it more than anything else.

Liar: No Escape

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Gilbert looked both flushed and guilty, pressing back against the wall as much as it would allow as Liar boxed him in against it. Refusing to look up at the Alaskan, the doll mumbled and stuttered and toyed with the ribbon around his neck.

"H— have I been bad, Liar?"

He still had not removed his hands from the wall, and Gilbert knew that usually when he got pinned to places either he’d be yelled at, something would be broken, or he’d start crying out of panic for very little reason. It was hard to gauge things when all your previous knowledge was blaring ‘danger’ at you.

Slightly shaky hands patted Liar’s chest, timid and fretful.

"I didn’t— I didn’t mean… I didn’t wanna make anybody upset, I jus’ wanted to help…"

The man breathed in, his head slowly falling forward just a bit. He just needed to understand that. It wasn’t hard. Gilbert was helping them both, and all his jealousy was doing was tearing it into shreds of lovely ribbons.

He moved closer, leaning in on his elbows against the wall and murmuring a soft rendition of the doll’s name. When the other looked up, Liar leaned until their lips met. Gentle now, careful now.

"I know. You know how I get, though. Sorry."

Liar: No Escape

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Gilbert looked both flushed and guilty, pressing back against the wall as much as it would allow as Liar boxed him in against it. Refusing to look up at the Alaskan, the doll mumbled and stuttered and toyed with the ribbon around his neck.

"H— have I been bad, Liar?"

Like rust and lavender and the trace smell of cookie dough, then— no one else in the world could manage such a thing… Or at least pull it off nicely.

Gilbert could only try to make himself smaller, face burning red bright enough that he didn’t need to say anything to betray what they’ve been up to.

"He says he is lonely."

He was angry. But at the same time, he was calm. Liar never seemed able to be truly angry in Gilbert’s presence. They’re just standing there now, and the heat of the Alaskan’s emotions burns the very air. He wanted to rage.

He wanted to rage out of control, but that was never a good idea.

So, Liar scoffed a little, shoulders slumping in something like defeat, “…He always is, the bastard.”

Liar: No Escape

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Gilbert looked both flushed and guilty, pressing back against the wall as much as it would allow as Liar boxed him in against it. Refusing to look up at the Alaskan, the doll mumbled and stuttered and toyed with the ribbon around his neck.

"H— have I been bad, Liar?"

There’s a beat in between them. There always had been. A steadiness about Liar’s temperance that matched up with the ticking of the mechanical being. It had always been that way. Even now, when Liar loomed in an almost threatening manner.

"Nice comes home smellin’ like you…"