i can feel it.

❛ Hey — That’s not very nice, ❜

Gilbert frowned, giving his sister a light poke on the forehead. Okay — Maybe he did have to be a little bit more strict with her this time around. In fact, he was getting ready to use his “ tough-big-brother “ voice to tell her that he couldn’t possibly let her stay in her room the entire day and that there were people out there with harder things to do than learn math — 

— Until that last little threat left her mouth, that is.

Almost immediately, the older brother’s face flushed a vivid shade of pink which just looked all the more bright against his pale features. Acting on instinct, he found himself clasping a hand over Henrietta’s mouth and looking over his shoulder towards the open door. Thankfully, nobody seemed to be there.

❛ H-How did you know about THAT !? ❜

Nevermind the fact that he basically admitted to his sister that he did have a secret admirer. Gilbert just needed answers.

❛ A-And… And you know I can’t let you stay in your room all day ! You’re going to have to come down eventually, so get dressed and we’ll go to breakfast together ! Unless you want me to get Reiner to carry you out of here —  ❜

“I just know things!”

She chirps as she moves his hand, feeling laughter bubble up from her throat as she sees his reaction, moving away from him so he couldn’t-- you know, get too mad at her. But the last threat-- she huffs as he mentions Reiner. That menace! No remorse, no fear--

Don’t worry, she has some dirt on him too.

“You know, that one night in the hall when you thought everyone was gone? I forgot my book and I might’ve just passed by at the right time to see you kissing--”

There’s that laugh that she was trying to hide. A shrug, and she’ll finally budge from being so stubborn.

“To be perfectly honest, I am allowed to ask. All the same, you are also allowed to deny. Just because I have a regularly broken moral compass does not mean I do not have my own code. And pushing people to answer something they clearly do not want to is a no-no, even in my creed.” She shrugged at this. “Unless I really do not like you or you have something I actually want. Which, so far, neither is really true at this juncture.”

She wants to raise a question to the other-- but instead, just raises an eyebrow for now. Crossing her arms over her chest, there’s a look of confusion, disgust, and interest in her eyes that’s-- definitely hard to explain.

❛ Wiggle my toes ?❜

Gilbert paused just before he entered the village, watching the fair haired children chase each other with sticks before turning his gaze back up to sky where he assumed Kat’s voice to be coming from. He felt his brows pinch into a confused frown, wondering just how the hell he was supposed to pull that off when the answer suddenly came from above.

❛ Take some of the energy out of my surroundings, huh ?❜

KEEP READING

The silence from her brother’s end of the conversation was defeating, tucking the pen back behind her ear to just see him dazing as, well-- maybe now would be the best time to get a drink. Should she tell him? No, it should be fine. It would only be a few moments, tops.

replies, drafts, getting ready for the shoot tomorrow

what im actually doing:

He’s still confused as to how he’s not met this lady before. “That’d be weird as hell if ya hadn’t. I mean, doesn’t everyone have a requirement to know countries and capitals?” Okay so his offense was obvious. Koenraad is awful when it comes to these things. You know, not being known and all. He’s trying his best to not be such a jerk about it but his pride is mildly wounded here.

“I don’t really know. Koenraad van Amstel. Since we’re doing introductions.” A small pause as he reads the time from his Rolex. “Twenty years? How’s that happen? Besides being socially awkward.”

❝...I said I was sorry.❞

Graciously placed, Katja. Nonetheless, she’ll nod to him in return to his personal introduction, before the question hits. And she visibly winces in return to such a question. Ooh-- how is she supposed to put this lightly. Now, either she could lie, or she could--

❝Uuuhm, it’s not-- necessarily important. Either, way, nice to meet you, Koenraad. Tell me a little bit about yourself.❞

❛ I’m… I’m sure I can get by, ❜ 

He nodded to himself, absolutely sure of his decision. Besides, Gilbert wasn’t entirely sure he could bear to part with the baby boy now — He even named the kid, for God’s sake.

❛ No matter how hard it’s going to be, I’ll find some way to work it out. I don’t think I can give him up to an orphanage or the foster system… If anything, maybe I’ll even look for potential adoptive parents myself, but for now, he’s with me, ❜

A pause, ❛ Do you want to see him, Kat ? ❜

❝Well, you always were a go getter-- and, yeah, usually you prevail. What am I doing doubting you?❞

There was a nervous exhale as he asks him the question, looking down at his feet, and then back up at her brother’s face, which she gives both a smile and a nod to.

A soft gasp.

He rolls over aggressively. “I cannot believe this.”

★•••▪”Whoops, didn’t realize you were there.” He’s been walking backwards to get a better view of the area, and subsequently, into her, “Sorry ‘bout that. You enjoying the scenery too?” 

She shrugged at the answer, not really paying it much mind passed the denial. “Well then. That is up to you.”