Elizaveta opens her mouth, no doubt to try and convince Roderich of the same thing that Vash did, though obviously for her own reasons, but before she speaks another voice, carrying so far that it can’t be coming from anywhere but the cell farthest down the rows, calls out, “Right here, prinzessin,” and Roderich almost shudders as the scent he’s been looking for finally hits him.
It’s a scent not that different from Vash’s, truthfully, but there’s the sweet tang of blood under it, and unlike Vash, Gilbert’s scent spreads into the cell block in seconds.
The way it hits Roderich, in wave after wave of intoxicating musk, confirms his suspicions: Gilbert is in rut.
“I’m not doing anything, Roddy,” and the nickname drips off cracked lips like honey and the final syllable is dragged out with an exhale of smoke that curls around them both.
“Those’ll kill you. Eventually.” In the space where Gilbert’s hand was is a package of spearmint gum, cradled by the soft fingertips of long pianist’s fingers. Gilbert shakes his head and laughs.
“so conceited, prinzessin,” gilbert rasps after a moment. “who said i was starin’ at you?”
20 Sep 2018
He’s gorgeous but it’s more than that. He smiles brokenly, with the knowledge of someone decades older. His eyes glow, heterochromatic colors contrasting and catching the attention of anyone who cares to look. They tell a story, one that so far eludes Katsuki.
Katsuki falls in love, and he doesn’t look back.