Post by Prussia on Sept 26, 2012 15:59:09 GMT -6
The Prussian snorted in amusement when Ana Maria praised him for his idea. "Of course it's a brilliant idea. I always have the best plans. It's just part of why I'm so awesome." He smirked at her, tipping a playful wink. The woman's presence was working its own magic upon him. Before this chance encounter, how long it been since Gilbert had felt the urge to tease someone?
He had not even had the urge to smile. And barely the strength to hope. Yet now here he was, making a pact with someone that they would survive through this long enough to return home. Gilbert was equally reluctant to break the connection of their hands; feeling that warmth blend with his own to let him remember the ease of human touch. He stopped the urge to reach for Ana Maria again by shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his dirty, worn jeans.
Hearing her thank him, Gilbert's own mouth couldn't resist twitching up into a more genuine smile. "Save your thanks for when we're out of here. You can thank me over that drink we're gonna share, ja? You, me, und all of our friends." He nodded firmly to the woman. This was a promise that he intended to keep. Failure was not an option. And breaking promises just wasn't his style.
Gilbert let out a sigh, looking around them again. The rain of ash had stopped. Was the Manor aware that they were plotting together with the intent to defeat it? He certainly hoped so. Gilbert wanted the place to be afraid of them, if only a little. His head bent forward, shaking ash from it in wild motions. The dust of it continued to darken his hair, but his current appearance was the least of his problems right now. He slipped a hand out of his pocket to jerk a thumb in the direction he intended to go. "I'll start from the East. We'll probably have to push our way through, but I think we might be able to manage it. Und I will see you back here again before you know it."
The albino started on his path, stepping away from where Ana Maria stood. He turned in mid-stride to wave a hand at her in a temporary farewell. "See you again soon, Ana Maria. Luck to you, ja?" And with those encouraging words, the Prussian turned away from her to vanish into the fog.
[And that's it for Prussia in the thread. Thanks for such a lovely one!]
He had not even had the urge to smile. And barely the strength to hope. Yet now here he was, making a pact with someone that they would survive through this long enough to return home. Gilbert was equally reluctant to break the connection of their hands; feeling that warmth blend with his own to let him remember the ease of human touch. He stopped the urge to reach for Ana Maria again by shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his dirty, worn jeans.
Hearing her thank him, Gilbert's own mouth couldn't resist twitching up into a more genuine smile. "Save your thanks for when we're out of here. You can thank me over that drink we're gonna share, ja? You, me, und all of our friends." He nodded firmly to the woman. This was a promise that he intended to keep. Failure was not an option. And breaking promises just wasn't his style.
Gilbert let out a sigh, looking around them again. The rain of ash had stopped. Was the Manor aware that they were plotting together with the intent to defeat it? He certainly hoped so. Gilbert wanted the place to be afraid of them, if only a little. His head bent forward, shaking ash from it in wild motions. The dust of it continued to darken his hair, but his current appearance was the least of his problems right now. He slipped a hand out of his pocket to jerk a thumb in the direction he intended to go. "I'll start from the East. We'll probably have to push our way through, but I think we might be able to manage it. Und I will see you back here again before you know it."
The albino started on his path, stepping away from where Ana Maria stood. He turned in mid-stride to wave a hand at her in a temporary farewell. "See you again soon, Ana Maria. Luck to you, ja?" And with those encouraging words, the Prussian turned away from her to vanish into the fog.
[And that's it for Prussia in the thread. Thanks for such a lovely one!]