INDEPENDENT Pandora Hearts

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PORTRAYED BY MONIQUE.


ɴ–ᴇᴠᴇʀᴍxʀᴇ.

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Normally, it would be, but he was starting to realize how his brother felt with himself. Standing there in the far corner of the room as he watched him with a both a worried and terrified look haunting his eyes. He swallowed thickly, The fingers at his side twitching. He was anxious. Perhaps it wasn’t the pain he was scared about, but it was more that each time Gilbert would attack him, his hear would always stop before it felt like it was slowly tearing. It felt like what he could only assume was a rejection. Even without the words, actions and thoughts mattered as well in a contract.

His head bowed, his long bangs covering his eyes. He knew it was stupid to ask, especially when he could feel and hear whatever Gilbert felt or thought. “…Iƒ уσυ ηєє∂ ѕσмєтнιηg тσ нιт, I'м нєяє, σя…I cαη gσ ƒєтcн ѕσмєσηє.” Oh, he was so scared right now, but he couldn’t leave him like this.

It was a stupid move, but he took another step into the room until he was fully in, if just slightly closer to the door than his Contractor.

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  He saw from the corner of his eye. He saw Raven slowly slip into the room & continue to until he was completely in the room. He paid no mind to the Chain, running a hand through messy raven curls. Grabbing fistfuls of his own hair, his jaw was clenched. Staring at nothing, breathing deeply. He then ʏᴀɴᴋs a fistful of his own hair after the long pause, completely ignoring Raven’s offer. Oғғᴇʀɪɴɢ himself. It ɪʀʀɪᴛᴀᴛᴇs him. Gilbert grits his teeth, this time glaring at his ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀ.

 Heavy footsteps slowly make their way towards the Chain, golden optics practically burning through the other male’s skull. He’s ᴀɴɴᴏʏɪɴɢ. His whole existence is ᴀɴɴᴏʏɪɴɢ. Is he trying to make him ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ? If anything, he would just ᴀʙᴀɴᴅᴏɴ the damn bird & set off to take his ( sudden ) anger out on someone, elsewhere. But something about Raven ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ that really pissed him off. It upset him even more by the fact that he couldn’t figure out what it was… Instead, he doesn’t respond to Raven. First, brushing the back of his gloved hand against Raven’s cheek. 

  He should ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ. He should ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ like this.
     He should leave right now, for his sake. For his sᴀғᴇᴛʏ. 

  But Gilbert ᴋɴᴏᴡs. They both know Raven wouldn’t ᴅᴀʀᴇ to leave. He wouldn’t dare move, not a muscle. Esᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ɴᴏᴡ. With Gilbert’s hand so close to that ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ neck of his. He could sɴᴀᴛᴄʜ Raven quicker than the bird would ᴇᴠᴇʀ have a chance. H̸͚̪͚͒͗͛ᴇ̷͙̭̭̌͆̅ ̷͔̪̩͛͒̋ᴄ̴̨͖̹̍͗̇ᴀ̸͇̺̮̀̊͘ɴ̵͚̬͔͆̃̋'̸̹͈̎́́͜ᴛ̸̧̟̳͒͐̋ ̷̠̘̲̏͆̚ʜ̵͓̗͔͑̈́͠ᴇ̶̤̥̥̓͌̓ʟ̶̹̱̮͆̎̒ᴘ̴͇̻̫́̂̎ ̵̬̬͍͆̉͗ɪ̷̳͍͂̊̆͜ᴛ̴͕̣̺̄̔̄

                                Dᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ.
                                          Don’t you ᴅ̸̢̰̰͆̾̀ᴀ̷̯̦͉͆̍͘ʀ̴̳̪͎͋̚͠ᴇ̸̭̘̯̋̅͘ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ. 

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