Masterlist
Writing warm up + Concept lore. | All original. All characters are mine.
warning: self harm, enabling.| Wc: 484 , Not beta read.
""Gael being a pretentious twink, I guess.""
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ⱽᴬᴺᴵᵀᴱ::𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎.
After Gael’s 17’th birthday, Edmond was being quite distant lately.. Gael didn’t see her in the bath house this morning. which confused him, since they always bathed together in the mornings. Now Gael was wandering the halls of the chapel, looking for Edmond. His heels sluggish click and drag across the wooden floors, his hand sliding across the wall he leans on to keep balance. The sound of his footsteps echo until he makes it to the door of her personal quarters. His slender nimble fingers warp around the doorknob pushing the door open.
Edmond sits on the edge of her bed looking at the fresh wounds that marred her arms. Her expression was bored, almost cold. Gael's eye instantly fell upon the gashes, he stumbled into the room. Gael: “Oh, Edmond..” Edmonds head snapped to his direction , her face contorts in anguish as tears begin to well at her eyes. Geal makes his way towards her.. Edmond: “You should n-not be wa-walking… Y-you will get h-hurt.” Edmond bleats, her voice cracking under pressure of her emotions. Her hands shaking, whether it be from inner turmoil or blood loss, is unclear.
He hummed, clumsily plopping down beside her.. His hand runs over the wounds, blood smearing on his hands. His hand trailed her forearm before intertwining hands into a tight grip.. Gael grinned cheekily.. Gael: “You truly love me.” Edmond broke down.. Pulling Gael into a desperate embrace, weeping into his chest. Blood stains his white robes, Gael’s hand grips the back of he blouse and the other rests on her shoulder.. Gael: “Edmond…?” After a moment Gael rests his chin on top of her head, a curious silence falling over the room as Edmond calms herself. The air cools and neither dare make a sound for a stretched out moment. Gael: “Let me patch you up.” He murmurs, his hand trailing to brush over the cuts again. His fingers tracing the rim of each gash in an almost tender manner, making Edmond shutter. She lifts off of him, looking him deeply in his eyes, her big hazel eyes bore into his.. Gael always found her teary, empty eyes to be so adoring, he could lose himself in that gaze. Edmond nods softly before getting off of him, she digs through her dresser for a sewing kit.
She kneels in front of where Gael sat on the bed. Placing the sewing kit on his lap. He took out a nimble needle and purple thread then started to stich each gash close.
He hums to himself as the task consumes his time. After an hour he is finished.. Gael grabs Edmond's wrist, bringing her arm up to his lips. Placing a deliberate kiss on the stitch marks.. Gael: “All better.” Edmond doesn’t respond; she just rests her head on his lap. Gael brushes a stray hair away from her cheek.. Gael: “I truly love you.”
A/N: I know this is vague as fuck, but their character lore is a headache to explain..
