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PSA: Inactivity
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PSA: before its too late
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HAPPY BirTHDAY! may you have a wonderful Chritmas Eve and also Merry christmas to everyone. goodnight may all your dreams come true ^_^.
"Manly Christmas, man! Hope you're enjoying the party! Ah, here, got ya a super cool looking demon cape so you'll always be a badass when casting magic. I'm sure you'll love it!"
Gilles smiled as he accepted the gift from the male before he chuckled:
āManly Christmas back to you⦠since it is such a ⦠holy night might as well share with you a song we De Raisās sung when we were childrenā
He would smile as he chuckled and then began to sing God Rest Ye Merry Gentleman:
āGod rest ye merry, gentlemenLet nothing you dismayRemember, Christ, our SaviorWas born on Christmas dayTo save us all from Satanās powerWhen we were gone astrayO tidings of comfort and joy, Comfort and joyO tidings of comfort and joy
From God our Heavenly FatherA blessed Angel came; And unto certain ShepherdsBrought tidings of the same:How that in Bethlehem was bornThe Son of God by Name.O tidings of comfort and joy, Comfort and joyO tidings of comfort and joyāFear not,ā said the Angel,
āLet nothing you affright, This day is born a SaviorOf pure or Virgin bright, To free all those who trust in HimFrom Satanās power and might.āO tidings of comfort and joy, Comfort and joyO tidings of comfort and joy
Now to the Lord sing praises, All you within this place, And with true love and brotherhoodEach other now embrace; This holy tide of ChristmasAll other doth deface.O tidings of comfort and joy, Comfort and joyO tidings of comfort and joyāā
He would smile and bow to him:
āMay you have a very Manly Christmas and thank you for the cape, here is something for youā
He would hand him a wrapped present, it would have an art book filled with poses of Samejima doing manly things.
āHello there, little oneā
Such a strange child? It was not normal that he met a child that had such strange eyes, He could not help but walk toward her, trying to make sure he was not threatening in any way.Ā
Maybe Gittel should be startled in some way, even a little bit. But, she was more intrigued with the stranger than scared. After all, her parents always told her not to judge someone based off their appearances.
āUm, hi stranger.ā
Her voice was a-bit shaky, but she managed to say a greeting without screaming.
Gilles tilted his head in confusion. What was the deal with children that were not scared of being by themselves? Did the scientist bring ... the dawn of one explanation came to him as he looked at the child and smiled to her in sadness. War-torn children were immune to most emotions, they had to learn to adapt and survive. He himself had met countless children like that in his war days.
āI know this sounds.... strange, but per chance can you tell me a little about your world. I donāt want to scare you little one.... my nameās Gilles, and you?ā
Blackguard Challenge: Broken Monster
Bulging eyes were trained on the maidenās face, ever trickle of water made the maleās heart race, every crescent and eye lash he was taking her all into his mind for a final time. As she was talking about her god he was scoffing at the notion of how she was still the pawn of the churchās god! But it was the frown that caught him of guard. This was not the frown of someone who had just seen their worst nightmare but more of a sad frown. The villainous spirit knew the maiden all too well. That was how much he loved her, his heart sunk on the notion that his beloved was sad. And then the words came that would make him change his entire plan.
⦠those that I care for no longer exists within this city as of this moment.
Anger flared in the maleās eyes, how dare Archer make her sad! How dare anyone make the maiden sad and leave her behind! He gritted his teeth as he continued to listen to her. He would never do that to her! If she let him be beside her, he would bring her breakfast in bed, pamper her like she deserved and never let go of the one who took his heart.
āJeanneā¦ā
He held his book before the maiden as he began to move toward her, what was he doing? She cared not for him, she would never care for him and he was nothing to her? His book whispered into his ears all the madness that issued from her death, everything he had done for her was for naught. But his heart was set. His eyes trained on her as he began to speak maybe the only truth he felt to her. He was nothing more than a broken monster but so what, he loved her and if she rejected him over and over he could do nothing but love her and be loyal to her.
āAny man or woman who dare to leave you is an idiot. You are the one sole purpose I live for. I care not that you do not feel the same way toward me. I know that my sight is nothing more than repulsive to you and that my deeds are never going to be something you like. But know this, Jeanne daughter of Jacques d'Arc and Isabelle RomĆ©e, neither heaven nor hell will stop me from loving you. Neither all the indifference you harvest toward me nor the man who is lucky to have gained your love will stop me from loving you. Nothing will stop me from loving you and know that even if I slip into madness and lose all control, I can never, ever harm you. I rather never gain my powers than to see you be sad. It breaks my heart to see you that way. And the knowledge that I can do nothing about it breaks my heart even more⦠know that I will never, ever, leave your side unless I am yanked away from this world by force. And even if that was the case I will still find a way to come back to you. I am not speaking to you as Gilles De Rais, the man who was under your command, but as Gilles De Rais, the man who was, is still and will forever be in love with you. Here is my book, you can destroy it if you see fit and I will do nothing⦠but you will have to either kill me or let me hug you, just once Jeanne. I merely wish that you may consent for these hands to merely wrap around you. I understand if you wish not for that⦠I will not pursue anything you do not consent toā
He was surprised how much he was talking. He was not himself, the madness was subsiding for a little bit. But that was Jeanneās effect on him. Even when he was alive, those violet hues always calmed the beast within him. It almost cost him his life a few times but he never held a grudge against the saint. He continued to approach her. His eyes on the maiden as he looked to the book before him. Was he truly going to let her control him even till this very day? He was a pathetic excuse of a human being, reduced to nothing in front of the maiden with violet eyes. But that was both his blessing and curse. He loved her, even through the years and the millennia he loved her and ever cell in his body wanted her. He was more than ok to just be her friend, a comrade. But life was cruel to him, her god was cruel to him.
āI guess I am never going to get my powers againā¦. Heh, any other challenge⦠any other human being I would gladly kill and destroy for my power, but if your happiness is in stake⦠I canāt⦠I cannot bring myself to do it. Iām such a pathetic excuse of a monster arenāt I? I rather be dead then lay a hand that will harm youā¦ā
He could not help feeling sorry for himself, reduced to this pathetic excuse of an existence. It was a tragedy indeed; the baron was nothing more than a shell of his former self. He could not be the monster, nor can he be the lover. How⦠pathetic. He continued to move toward her though, his lance dropping to the ground, his book still in his hand as he hoped in his heart she would be merciful and kill him. Or do something that did not require him to feel even more sorry about himself.

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Gilles was surprised the male was not running away from him. Maybe he did not realize what it was made off but he would smile as he showed him his book and spoke in his normal soft voice:
āItās unique to myself, though Iām surprised you can tell what kind of book it is⦠might I know your name, monsieur?ā
ā ⦠Leather perhaps..? Well, I suppose I can understand the need for a leather bound grimoire.. it wouldnāt be ruined by water or juice which I-I have not done so before mind you! My name is Morgan, and yourās?Ā āĀ
āMorgan, that is such a beautiful name.... and you can say so, itās a special kind of skinā
The madman spoke in a mystical tone as he smiled and then gave him a little entertainers bow before he chuckled at the thought of the countless times the child before him might have done that to his own grimoire.
āGilles, pleasure to make your acquaintance.ā
āPinkie Pie?ā
The jester had seen many ponies in this place, but no one stood out more than Pinkie Pie as he smiled to the pony that was asking for the other. He had been busy with his book on demonology, checking out the summons he can make if he just practiced enough while keeping an eye on the surrounding.
The new pony was indeed something to behold, looking through his book he would then tilt his head as he spoke to her:
āMight I ask what are you exactly? youāre not a unicorn and not a Pegasus. so what are you?ā
Ā Ā Ā āYou know Pinkie Pie?ā What a relief someone knew of one of her friends. Her head titled to one side as he asked his question. Honestly, her attention was driven to the book he had, but she had to fight the urge to ask about it when someone was asking her something.
Ā Ā Ā āOh! Iām an alicorn. I did grow up as a unicorn though, itās only somewhat recently that Iāve been turned into an alicorn. Itās the amalgamation of all three ponies; Earth, pegasi and unicorn. Weāre fairly rare, but the oneās I know of are all princesses.ā She paused, not able to break her curiosity in the end.Ā āSo, what are you reading? If you donāt mind me asking.ā
The way the alicorn was talking to him, Gilles could not help but chuckle at how friendly she was to a total stranger. It was interesting that she grew up and got turned into an alicorn. Perhaps he can study her and know why this happened. But for now, he merely listened to her before answering her question:
āIt is a book about demonology and mythical creatures. My handy guide to the mysteries in this world and city. But of course this is not enough of knowledge since not everything I have seen in this city is recorded in this book. You are more than welcome to borrow it if you want to. But that isā¦. Fascinating about the amalgamation of your kind. So I am guessing Pinkie Pie is an earth pony? And the status of alicorn is equivalent to the humansā status of kind, the ruler of every person in that kingdom? Am I correct? And if so how do you rule over others?ā
The questions where asking themselves and his analysis was still in process while he took the information she handed him and turned it over his head. With the little information she gave him, he began to draw a few patterns about how one ascends to royalty. Returning to the topic of Pinkie Pie.
āYes I do know her, sheās helping me make a birthday party for someone I have respect to.ā
The jesterās world had come tumbling down when two things happened. The one person he had grown to adore as a sister was taken out of this world and he realized that his wound has never truly healed as he took a deep breath. Living in the mansion was truly something that he needed and the host was nothing more than hospitable to him. Perhaps it was for the best but for now he merely smiled as he heard the voice calling him:
āMademoiselle⦠is something bothering you?ā
He kept wary of the woman, his tome in his hand as he gave her a soft smile and began to move toward her. His jester coat covering him and warming him up as he spoke once more in kindness to her:
āAre you not cold in this weather?ā
Shit, he heard them. Great, just great. At least it didnāt seem like he heard the whole thing ā otherwise, theyād probably be making a bolt for it in the other direction now. Here, you canāt trust anyone ā you donāt know their temperaments, their abilities, anything ā itās probably a really bad idea to make smartass comments around other people here.Ā
Doesnāt stop them making them, but yāknow. That one kinda slipped out...Ā but still,Ā āmademoiselleā? Really? Part of them wanted to call him out on it ( first off all, that word is centuries old and second of all, thatās not even the start of it ā ) but then, maybe thatās a bad idea, too right now.
Maybe itās just the way he was just the way he looks ā but something definitely was unsettling about him. Itās probably an even worse idea to make assumptions about people, especially ones you donāt know but hey, maybe ā just maybe, appearances can be deceiving?
ā N-no, not really, mister ā quite the opposite, actually. Donāt you feel the heat?Ā ā They jerked a thumb towards the sun before going to shove their hands into their pants pockets, trying to avoid eye contact. God, this is making them uneasy as hell right nowĀ ā maybe next time theyāll keep their smartass comments to themselves.
The jester was still observing the maiden with curious bulging eyes. She seemed to react to the word mademoiselle in a strange manner. Perhaps in her world the word itself lost its polite meaning. That is what he was trying to do, be polite to the woman before him as he listened to her words. There was something about her that made him wonder if he should be on guard or not.
Taking off his jester cloak, the sleeveless robe beneath it would show not only the slightly muscular built beneath the hunched manās cloak, but also the red veins and strange inklings on his arms. Gilles smiled to the woman as he places the robe over his arm and continued to watch her:
āIt protects me from the oncoming attack if there is one. Call it my armor of sorts. Though, might I ask what is a young maiden like you doing in the blazing sun and this time of the day, are you not yourself hot?ā
A clawed hand moved to rest on his robe as he moved toward the woman in order to have a better understanding of he she was and why did she keep avoiding eye contacts.
Historical Gilles: The Wrong Portal
āWhy are you here?ā
The knight took a deep breath as he watched the woman before him. The army was out for the day scouting through the lands to make sure things where under control. The new face was something only a magician can conjure up.
āYou do not belong in this place. There is a war going on and my commander will not be disturbedā
The voice of the adviser was stern and his lance ready to fight if needed to be. His knowledge was impressive for a simple nobleman, but reading about demonology and magic was merely a hobby of Ā his.
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He was tall. And he was scary, thatās all Spike knew as he stopped in his tiny tracks once saw the man. Should he run? Hide? Did he see him?
āHello⦠Big guyā¦ā He waved timidly. Maybe he was friendly?
A dragon? That was just the cutest dragon he had ever seen as the man smiled softly and chuckled at the dragon. Scooting down so he was at least a bit higher than the other he would extend a hand trying to pet the dragon.
āI have to admit, after seeing a talking pony, I am no longer surprised to see a talking dragon...ā
Gilles did not notice the dragon until the dragon spoke. He was on his way to see where he wanted to buy his new house, if he can afford one. And so far most of the sectors had a threat for him and the house he lived in was beyond beautiful but not suitable for his... hobbies.
āWhatās your name little one? Iām Gilles De Raisā

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Gilles continued his playful nature, eyes on the male the entire time as he chuckled and placed one finger over his mouth:
āOooooooo, oooooleeeeanderā
Smirking he watched the male, the custom truly consuming him as he felt himself even more flirtatious than normal. His eyes finally adjusting to the surrounding as he spoke to the male:
āthe one you swore up and down I could not exist because past doesnāt just come aliveā¦. But hooo hoo. Behold, history in the fleshā¦. ā
He made a twirl and a bow before he spoke his name:
āGilles De Rais, at your service, mon amiā
ā [ āŖ ] ā āOh, hellā back off bud, else Iāllāā Or else what? Heād levitate away? Throw a chunk of rock at him? In any case, Oleander practically splutters his likely empty threat, before his voice trails to nothing.
āI never said that you couldnāt exist, here!ā He snaps back, voice laced with venom. Immediately, the events that occurred during their past meeting come flooding back. āDidnāt know if you were the real deal. I still donāt.ā
The urge to slam his fist into the otherās face⦠To kick him down⦠To just get him to stop rises. āCut the crap. āMon amiā? Donāt make me laugh. If I see you even think about hurting someone innocent, I wonāt hesitate to rip you apart.ā
āOh my, what are you going to do?ā
Gilles could not help the chuckling, he was more...freer? Was that even that word he wanted to use. No, it was just that this was in its own messed up way a very fun experience to him. Oleander was just someone Gilles knew he can have fun with, as much as it annoyed the other surely.
āDonāt ruffle your feathers, little one, I am not in the mood to cause chaos yet. Plus, there are far more dangerous creatures then a low-level demon such as myself, should you not be worried about them?ā
Gilles indeed understood his standing as of now, but soon, soon he will gain his whole arsenal and when he did.... the excitement of just the thought made him giggle like a maniac. He would give this city a run for its money, but he needed allies and he needed to make sure not to gain too much attention. Not yet anyways.
āI am just having fun, mon ami, would you not join the fun of a little trouble?ā
Conan, what a beautiful name for a boy who seemed to be clueless of the danger lurking with the man before him. Gilles merely continued to study the boy before him. For a child, he seemed to be very outgoing, which is what one would expect from a child, but there was something about the way he uttered his sentence that made Gilles wonder what sort of world the child came from.
There was no tone of sadness, no worry or anger or frightfulness, like one would expect from a lost child. But rather an air of nonchalant which made Gilles put his own guard up, which he was not used to doing around children. He would continue the smile that graced his face as he looked around him and then back to the child.
āPleasure to meet you Conan, my nameās Gilles. If you donāt mind me asking... what sort of world do you come from?ā
The way the male spoke made Gilles think for a little bit before chuckling it off. Forging his destiny, yeah, that would have worked if he was able to let go of the mask of the monster. But was he not a monster? Was he not truly a monster, he had the bookās cover made withā¦
A sigh escaped him as he looked to the male with his bulging eyes. He could not help it as he looked to the sky once more:
āYou are a strange man Gildarts, I see your point but in the end I will be on the other side and the sacrifices indeed were made and continue to be madeā
He looked at his book as he took a deep breath, a smile caressing his face he would then look at him:
āmore than 400 children died during my reign, I was framed for the murders, but who am I to blame, in a way I was just as guilty as the others. They wrote a story about me, Bluebeard. The man who kills wives left and right. Labeled a monster. But I moved on in life, I embraced the monster title and moved on, making sure that no more children die, not unless its needed and a must. But anyways, I choose to continue my path, I became the demon they fear and in a way⦠it changed things for the better. for good to appear, one must be the embodiment of evil. and I choose that. strange how life takes us on its road. but you are, picking your own destiny.ā
āChildren are a symbol of hope. Our future.ā And they are a touchy subject to Gildarts. Could he forgive someone that killed so many children? Probably not. And it would be difficult to just forget. The feelings the mage has now, are mixed ones, and that uneasy sense he had about Gilles before, he now knows where it came from. But despite all, his voice remains still calm.
āI decided to step back and watch the new generation grow. But I will step in again to protect them, if I have to. Nothing justifies the death of children, Gilles. Not to me.ā
āThat is why their demise becomes the symbol of a true monster. Without them you cannot progress as a country not can you progress as a nation. and that was required for France to understand in the wakes of killing my beloved.ā
He could sense the others tone, even though the voice was calm, Gilles understood that tone all so well. And in another life, another time, Gilles would have agreed with him. Life showed him however just how much worth a childās life was. He extended a clawed hand before him, his sound all too soft and all too nonchalant for a man who was talking about a serious subject.
āIn my country, back in my days, they were nothing but pawns to progress a political agenda. You know why I was executed? Because I killed a priest, the child thing they tacked it to my name and called me a monster even though according to the evidence, apparently I have been murdering them for 7 years. that should tell you a bit about where I come from when 7 years of child murder is glanced over and I get executed for the priestās head. hehehe...ā
The maddness exuded from the man, but he cared not for what the other thought. If the other wanted to fight, Gilles would fight. But for now, Gilles merely wanted to show the other the true price of a humanās life. Nothing... absolutely nothing.
āYou still think children are the hope of the future when the country they trust uses them as pawns?ā
Plotter Call
So I finally decided to join the bandwagon and here is a PERMANENT PLOTTER CALL:
I am looking for Gilles to make new friends and people who would actually see past the monster into the heart inside of Gilles. I will keep with the bandwagon and share the pros and cons of being with Gilles. I also donāt mind having enemies or potential familial relationships either.
Pros of being Gillesā friends:
ridiculously loyal to his friend and will act as their shield
oh boy do you gain a strong ally now heās tyrant rank
advice and just the grade A stalker he is
kind heart and pretty much a great friend
Did I mention I headcanon him as an exquisite cook
and he knows how to sing
Also he will become your museās sanctuary
Cons of being Gillesā friends:
His art is very, VERY dangerous
Your muse will probably end up being hunted by other people
tragedy and insanity to the max when talking about the horribleness of humans.
your muse has to live with the fact they befriended Gillesā past and the fact his book is made of human skin.
For enemies the muse getās to deal with a very skillful tactician and very manipulative man. [As seen in the Fate/Zero where he tells Saber he would be coming prepared to take her back and make her ārememberā who she is.] The cons is pretty much I will have to take your permission to kill your muse cause Gilles will kill.
So having covered the ground of what it means to be in a relationship with Gilles [I am currently not looking for a romantic relationship due to just how Gilles work and how hard it would be to be in a romantic relationship with him. We will need to discuss in great details and just plan it out to see the chemistry between the muses.] This is a permanent plotter call for your muse if you are interested what this means from my side:
Oh dear lord will we be talking a lot, like I will send you an ask to see if itās alright to IM with you or not and if so then Iāll IM you and just bounce of you and you can bounce of me plot ideas of what we want.
Random starters when I feel the muse for it, and we might end up having 12848787549375034 threads.
Drabbles with our muses and also I will pick a theme song for the relationship and for your muse and what not.
and many more...
Example of themes about relationship: This Thread with Emil can be summoned into this song: Larutoās Lament (Vocal Cover)
Blackguard Challenge: Broken Monster
Ā Ā Ā For some time had the saint been wary of the presence which lurked behind her, following each move which she took within her duties. Ah, but no worry plagued her for the very being which it belonged, well attuned to whom it might be compared to another which might bring cause to fear. Instead, it was merely one to ignore for the time being until he would approach, always doing so come time he found comfort in making his true presence known. Swiftly it seemed, this time, that he wished to speak; muttering her name which only beseeches her to halt her strides.
Ā Ā Ā Earnest are pale features framed by golden tresses, lavender swathed hues perusing the Eirei in turn as he finally reveals his person. Clawed digits wield the very book that his classification has become known for, wielding powers she was uncertain she wished to see in use. The other a mere lance, one she recollected from her time beside him on the battle, fingers instantly curling as if prepared to summon her own in case an unsettling intent was to surface. Never had he approached with such weaponry prior, instead keeping afar and unarmed for what reason he might have.
Ā Ā Ā ā ⦠pray tell, what is so important that you would require me to aid your decision? You are no longer under my command as you were in those days before, you are free to decide as any other. ā
Every word uttered from the saint was a dagger to the madman. But rather than getting hurt, he was getting angry. Yes, he knew he was not under her command, she made it very clear the first time they met. Taking a deep breath, this was important. This was for her!
āfor once in your life Jeanne, LISTEN TO ME! This is SERIOUS!ā
Another deep breath and a look to the side and downwards. He was shivering, controlling his emotions. He was the strong one! He was the one who turned to these dark arts and therefore condemning himself to an eternity of damnation. He should have known better but he was hurt, he was in pain and it eased the pain.
āThe scientists gave me a choice for unlocking my powers, Jeanne. You stand in my way to achieve it. If ⦠If I wanted to kill you I would have all those times, but you⦠you know my feelings. I have two choices no third⦠Either out of mercy I end your life, or kill everything you loveā
As he was speaking, the madness was returning, his voice peeking in excitement as the book in his hand gave off a slight red aura, as though the book was talking to the madman.
āI should destroy everything you love⦠shouldnāt I? Make you know how I felt when I lost everything! But⦠then I have truly become a monster, havenāt I?ā
Where those tears in his eyes. Clawed fingers moved toward the lance as he was thinking. She already deemed him a monster, she already detested the very essence of his appearance, and even now, even now she was wary and believed that he, he of all people, was going to harm her! Abysmal black eyes watched the woman before him, even now she still holds to her God as though he would save her. Did she not see how much she had been forsaken? Perhaps, perhaps it was merciful to kill her, save her the agony of living in pain like he did. Then why? Why was he asking her to guide him once more?
āJeanne, I only wanted to see you smile again and ride the meadows with you once moreā¦I wanted to just ā¦be friendsā¦yet time and time again I know this will not happen. If I kill you, then I will kill my heart, what is left of it. If I kill everything you care for, you will feel my pain, but⦠I will lose you foreverā¦either way I will lose you⦠either way I will lose what is left in my heartā¦I cannot undo the past, and I will not undo it. Every time you die I will lose to the madnessā¦that is such our tragedyā¦at least I know⦠that if I know now how youā¦truly feel about me, whether I am there or notā¦it matters notā
Why was he genuine to her? Perhaps a part of him was still hoping that this would make her care for him, even as a measly friend. But it was far from over, there was nothing to do as he smiled and began to think, he would not harm her, but he would make sure she would kill him. At least that way it would truly sink into his every fiber that she really does not want him in her life. She was not the same saint from his timeā¦how futile was his loveā¦unrequited.
Abandoned againā¦
The words sunk into his mind as he smiled and wiped the tear in his eyes, determination replacing them as he looked up to her. He would give her one last chance, but if she does not take it, then he would end this, once and for all. For her he would make sure that he always protected her, he had vowed to make her safe if he had seen her. But at least he would truly have severed any other ties he had with her. Ā Ā

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[Mun: excuse while I truly say this is the greatest day ever! not only in real life have I finally, FINALLY graduated from one of my masters program [and Iām already getting teary eyed over that] Gilles is Tyrant rank, AKA his entire arsenal is FINALLY unlocked.Ā
However, having said that, if there is a thread I see that I think Gilles would enjoy doing something in it, I will come to the mun of that character and I will take permissions and plots and all of that jazz.]
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7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN! DONāT READ BELOW THE CUT!! My muse has drawn your number! Send me āclosetā and Iāll generate a number to see what our muses do while stuck in the closet for 7 minutes.
Number 6: Cuddles
Gilles was in a hurry; he had been running away from the alchemist as she was tracking him down. Book in his hand as he continued running before finally making his way into a house and not really with a care in the world he would grab the first person he could lay hands on and drag them with him into a closet.
He had been so despaired that when he looked on the being that he had grabbed and the tight place they were in, he would remember the person from the reckoner war and the massacre that happen. The look in his eyes would normally make most fear but he was taking a deep breath as he smiled to the male:
āMy apologies, but I am currently hiding from a hunter. Would you please give me your back so I may hide behind you?ā
He was being as polite as possible, his voice smoothe and waiting for the consent of the other. When the male gave him his back Gilles would then politely ask if he could cuddle against him for just the duration of this stay, it would not be a lot, that way he did not have to worry about anything as he waited patiently for the male to give him consent. Once this was given to him , Gilles would wrap his arms around the male from behind, glad the male was tall enough for him to hide in the cuddling formation as Kitty would open the closet and then sigh as she left the place. It only took about seven minutes as Gilles smiled to the male.
āI appreciate it a lot, apologies for the inconvenience⦠thank youā
With that he would begin to walk away though he looked at his arms, he could have killed the male then and there but that would have been a waste of resources and Kitty would have caught wind of his kills as he smiled and began to move again, heading on the run once more. Ā