“Mischief”; A RusPru drabble.

(( Another little drabble. I am on a roll this week!
Enjoy~! ))

Ivan didn’t know why. He aimply couldn’t understand. It had always been a kind of odd thing.

The little gesture Gilbert did when he came back from the shower, and the small pouts Ivan would see decorate his face. They were adorable, yes. Cute, even. But the mood that followed the pouts wasn’t too cute. However, it didn’t keep Ivan back when it came to approach Gilbert. After all, it was a reason that they lived together.
Ivan looked over his shoulder to Gilbert, who was sitting in the old reading chair ivan had standing by the window. It was a nice, clear sky outside, and a rather beautiful scenery. Ivan could see that from his place in the couch, and frankly, it made him happy to see Gilbert lie as he did, looking out, and just seeming content. He suddenly lifted his head from the window, though, somethig that startled the Russian. He was still being a little careful, due to Gilbert’s mood. It was smart to be careful, or else he woild get a proper earful.

Ivan’s head turned quickly as their eyes locked, trying to make it seem like he had just taken a small little glance towards the other. Ivan secretly hoped Gilbert wouldn’t take his glance in a bad way, and just returned to look to the television. The show that were airing was a upbeat comedy, with a foot in the drama section as well. It wasn’t too interesting, bit as things had built up, Ivan’s interest had grow—.
Before Ivan could think more about the show before him, his head was jerked back by two hands, and suddenly, before he could blink, sonething soft touched his lips, and some hair tickled the Russian’s nose and forehead. The lips didn’t want to leave, it seemed, and Ivan was okay with that. For, as soon as he saw who it was, the shock he got from the sudden action melted away. He kissed the mischievous man back, moving his hand towards his head to keep him there. Just for a little longer than he perhaps didn’t expect.
Gilbert did indeed not expect to be there longer, and a little growl escaped his lips at first. But soon he just sighed mentally, and went along with it. But damnit, the Russian would hear about this tonight.

Finally, Gilbert straightened up, and stared daggers into Ivan. But the russian just smiled, and sent the scary looking man a blow kiss, which made said man snort, and turning to leave. Ivan watched him leave, and made a wee mental note.

To kiss every negative feeling out of Gilbert later. No matter how grumpy he was.

(Quelle: berry-squee-in-the-sun)

Hdkabdb

I KNOW WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME NOW.

I’m either sensetive or allergic to gluten. No more bread for me. \(;^;)/

At least I know now things can get better~! It’ll help my mood and depression greatly~

“Ignorance”, A RusPru drabble.

(( A wee little drabble. It’s mighty angsty, and has a few warnings. Heads up for that.
Enjoy this heartwrenching little drabble~! ))

It was a warm summer morning. The lace curtains swayed gently in the wind, and crept up Gilbert’s body as he staggered towards the kitchen. It was a nice temprature in the apartment, and he wooden floor beneath his feet felt nice and comfortable to step on, unlike yesterday.

Yesterday had been a slow, a painfully slow day, as it had been gently raining. It had still been warm outside, bt Gilbert’s mood jad just been dampened as it got very boring for him. The man had spent his day watching the weather outside, as well as the flowers, and how the drops would drip off the pedals of said flowers. The sunflowers outside seemed to thrive in the rain, and seemed more alive than yesterday now that the sun had creeped forth from the dim clouds.

Gilbert found himself settling to the table, and looked outside with a small smile. It was nice outside today, and there was much life in the streets. And for once, Gilbert thought it was not too much life. It was nice, considering it was mostly quiet in the apartment. He didn’t know why, though, as he loved together with someone, a certain Ivan Braginski, in fact. But lately, it seemed he had been a little quiet, just looking out of the window all day. He didn’t move much either, but Gilbert didn’t blame him. The garden was wonderful, and just like it was after he planted it last year. The flowers had spread a little, bit Gilbert knew Ivan didn’t like people messing in his flowers, so Gilbert didn’t touch them. Frankly, Gilbert found himself not touchong too much. Bit, it was okay. Everything was okay with Ivan, as long as he is here together with him. Gilbert found his eyes slowly going over towards the living room, and he entrance to the porch, where Ivan mostly spent his time, in a chair, just staring out. Gilbert had joined him I said chair last night, after he finished shopping, and got back home. He had cuddled up to him happily, snugglig his face in his scarf.

Ivan had started to smell a little bad, but it was… Okay. Gilbert had to decide it was okay, as it really wasn’t too okay, but. No matter. He was still warm to touch, at least In this weather. Ah, he always loved the warm weather. Ivan would often be outside and digging up the hole he needed to make the wee pond he had finished. And Gilbert would help him if he needed the help, and occasionally kiss he tired Russian in between breaks. He always looked so adorable when he got kissed, and he would often nuzzle Gilbert back, no matter what the past held.

Gilbert sighed a bit as he had started to make himself some coffee, never forgetting to make Ivan a cup too, in his favourite cup, the one with some sunflowers painted on them. Life was okay right now, but Gilbert had started to miss a certain thibg he really wanted from Ivan. But he couldn’t move him, so it woukd be kind of hard. But no matter… He is here, so, it was all that mattered right now. He wasn’t gone at least.

Gilbert forgot about his coffee for a moment, and raised his body from the chair, and wandered over to Ivan, wearing a large shirt that was owned by said man. He lifted the Russian’s face, and nuzzled their noses together. … No smile today either, it seemed. And it atarted to worry Gilbert a little. His face seemed to grow even more thin too, and he seemed to not open his eyes. But, he always slept, so… But sleeping is good, especially when you’re sick. Ivan’s head fell as Gilbert lost his grip of it. And as Gilbert’s eyes teared up, he suddenly grabbed hold of the Russian’s head. He realized it now…
Wht Ivan didn’t move, or smile anymore.

The End

ポケモン絵たくさん

victoriousvocabulary:

TREGETOUR

[noun]

1. juggler; trickster; deceiver; fraudster.

2. a juggler who produces illusions by the use of elaborate machinery.

Etymology: from Old French tregetor, from tregeter ‘throw around’, ultimately from Latin trans- + jactare ‘throw’.

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nyiro:

deerlord:

So apparently Italian peasants in the 1400’s were fans of Smooth Criminal.

(Quelle: crudbumpowns)