I'm just your problem
Elizaveta was resting against a tree, as she normally would. Her chest raising, and lowering. She was out cold. She was definitely peaceful... Lizzy had her hand resting on her stomach. Gilbert snuck up on her, and smiled lightly at the fact that Liz was out cold, and relaxed. He sighed softly, and went over, kneeling down next to her... She looked so... So peaceful, he was almost envious of it.
He leaned against the tree, and watched her. He sighed softly... Gilbert then poked her face, and she shifted, and rubbed her face sleepily. Easily going back to sleep.
"Don't do that..." Liz mumbled, still half asleep.
I'm gonna drink the red from your pretty face...
I'm gonna...
Oh, you don't like that?
Or do you just not like me?!
Gilberts thoughts raced, noticing that she was waking. 'Hurry up and leave, you dumb ass!' he scolded himself mentally. He couldn't help it, she just looked so... Happy, calm, and collected. He brought his face close to hers, wanting to kiss her. That wasn't his intentions here, and he imagined that if he did, she would wake and throw a fit... Or worse, Roderich would come around and find out about his feelings for the female... Damn it, he hated feelings and how they worked and everything having to do with them. There were times so much simpler when Elizaveta thought she was a boy, and they supposedly hated each other. Couldn't they just go back to those times? He wished.
Gilbert caressed her cheek, and she groaned.
She doesn't like that... Huh...
"I'm sorry I don't treat you like a Princess," He said quietly, "Like your sissy aristocrat does..." His gaze fell.
Sorry I don't treat you like a goddess,
Is that what you want me to do?
Sorry I don't treat you like you're perfect,
Like how your Sissy Aristocrat does.
Gilbert looked back up at her sleeping face, the two were almost nose-to-nose.
"Sorry I'm not good enough for you, Liz... Maybe that's why you've been avoiding me lately... I'm sorry that I exist." He whispered, before just giving in, and kissing her.
Light green eyes shot open, and fair skin gained a shade of red. Though, she returned the kiss after a moment of being startled. Gilberts eyes widened before he pulled away, and stood back up.
"L-Look, Liza! I-I can explain, okay? It's just, it's not what it seems like, ja?"
Elizaveta's chest hurt, it was almost a constricting feeling, but she weakly laughed.
"Yes, I'm sure it's not what it looked like, you idiot." She mumbled.
What is this feeling? Is it... A wound? No, it can't be... It's... Different.
Gilbert scurried off when Eliza moved to get up, having a hard time doing so because her chest hurt. It wasn't a weighed down pain, but a longing for something, or so she thought.
Sorry I'm not made of sugar,
Am I not sweet enough for you?
Is that why you always avoid me?
That must be such an inconvenience to you...
