I miss you, I miss you lots and lots...

mechanikalspielzeug:

ask-alaskan-boy:

I miss you too, Gilbert. I know that we do not talk as much as the others, but…

Would you mind if I came by for tea?

I understand if you do not want that! No need to be uncomfortable on my behalf!

…I wouldn’t mind, you know.

People don’t… Visit, not really.

It’s okay. I ramble too. -he smiles weakly-

*He curls a finger in his bangs, adjusting his eyepatch for a moment before nodding just a little.*

I really should find a way to stop, but I get speaking and I cannot seem to stop.

Ah.

Like now, for instance.

I miss you, I miss you lots and lots...

ask-alaskan-boy:

I miss you too, Gilbert. I know that we do not talk as much as the others, but…

Would you mind if I came by for tea?

I understand if you do not want that! No need to be uncomfortable on my behalf!

I mean, really, it is only because Liar is out and it has been such a long time since we last spoke!

Ohhh, I think I am rambling. Nice says I do that often.

I miss you, I miss you lots and lots...

I miss you too, Gilbert. I know that we do not talk as much as the others, but…

Would you mind if I came by for tea?

I understand if you do not want that! No need to be uncomfortable on my behalf!

At last, I return.

And a Happy Valentine’s Day from Alaska!

And a Happy Valentine’s Day from Alaska!

Creeeak went the front door of the whatever Gilbert had named this place. Personally, Liar had always preferred the Workshop. But he was fine now. It was easier to reach this spot, and while he missed the Fae, they had played some real fucked up tricks on him in the past. A folder of paper tucked beneath his arm, he tugged at the scarf covering his face, "Gil?"

mechanikalspielzeug:

mechanikalspielzeug:

There was an audible thump from the back room before the door opened, revealing a sleepy-looking boy in not much more than an over-sized sweater rubbing at his face.

Gilbert yawned quietly and padded over to the Alaskan, blinking up at him with a lopsided smile.

"Liar?"

There’s a tail, and wings hidden under his shirt, and teeth sharp like a shark… But being flesh and blood left Gilbert disorientated and just plain sleepy for a majority of the day.

The kid seemed to accept that after a moment of thinking it over before bundling himself quite comfortably against him. Liar had been away but now he was back and that was good enough. Besides, if he got hungry that made everything so much easier; thank goodness that he was sated enough and far too tired to purposely give off pheromones.

Holding onto the albino with a humming sort of sound, he set the folder down on a nearby table with spindly legs and some sort of new project resting on it. He was always happy to see what Gilbert was cooking up this week, or month, or whatever.

"I notice the grey-arses managed t’get to ya again. What’d they do this time?"

Creeeak went the front door of the whatever Gilbert had named this place. Personally, Liar had always preferred the Workshop. But he was fine now. It was easier to reach this spot, and while he missed the Fae, they had played some real fucked up tricks on him in the past. A folder of paper tucked beneath his arm, he tugged at the scarf covering his face, "Gil?"

mechanikalspielzeug:

mechanikalspielzeug:

There was an audible thump from the back room before the door opened, revealing a sleepy-looking boy in not much more than an over-sized sweater rubbing at his face.

Gilbert yawned quietly and padded over to the Alaskan, blinking up at him with a lopsided smile.

"Liar?"

There was a faint, leathery-sounding flutter as Gilbert reached up to hug himself onto the strawberry blond. If he stood up he’d be left with the albino clinging onto him much like a baby sloth, especially when a tail curled behind him before twisting itself around Liar’s middle.

Then he nuzzled into him and mumbled something and pretty much started to nod off like that.

"Missed you, why’d y’leave…"

Stand up he did, his free arm going to steady the smaller by settling around his waist. He was a little shocked at the addition of the tail, but stranger things had happened.

Sure that Gilbert wasn’t about to just fall off and get himself hurt Liar scanned the room before locating a stool and perching on it easily enough.

"Had t’get back an’ shovel out th’driveway for Nice. He’s been bitchin’ about it."

Creeeak went the front door of the whatever Gilbert had named this place. Personally, Liar had always preferred the Workshop. But he was fine now. It was easier to reach this spot, and while he missed the Fae, they had played some real fucked up tricks on him in the past. A folder of paper tucked beneath his arm, he tugged at the scarf covering his face, "Gil?"

mechanikalspielzeug:

There was an audible thump from the back room before the door opened, revealing a sleepy-looking boy in not much more than an over-sized sweater rubbing at his face.

Gilbert yawned quietly and padded over to the Alaskan, blinking up at him with a lopsided smile.

"Liar?"

He looked different, but Gilbert always did whenever he came to call. Usually the little grey people playing tricks on him or casting spells. Whatever. He smiled, bending at the waist for a soft kiss to the smaller male’s cheek.

"Hey, Gil. Ya look a lil cold there."

The urge to say Need me to warm you up? was strong.

Starin’ is rude.

I’m going to flood this with pictures and doodles of my boys.

u cant stop me