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This is another de-anon from the kink meme.
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Running through the hallway. Elizaveta by his side. Both of them breathing heavily. They turn the corner and freeze.
Guns. The soldiers holding the guns aiming directly at them.
Gilbert thinks fast and buries his hands into the wall and tears out a part to throw at the men. He takes Elizavetas hand and the both of them run through the newly made hole.
"I'm guessing they noticed that we're trying to escape." Elizaveta said.
Gilbert rolls his eyes and bites back a sarcastic comment. Instead the both of them turned around, and thankfully deserted, corner.
A dead end.
"Fuck." Gilbert snarled. He turned around the room and pressed his ear against on one of the walls.
He could hear a waterfall on the outside.
He punched the wall and using his fists and nails he tore another hole. Big enough for the two of them.
Shots ring out onto him and Elizaveta. He looks back unconcerned and then at Elizaveta. He grins.
"Ready?" he asks holding out his hand.
She smiles and then collapses.
"Elizaveta!" he cried. He took her in his arms. Unconscious. His eyes follow a chord that goes from her arm to one of the guns.
"Get him." one of the them snarl.
He quickly picked up Elizaveta and jumped into the hole and into the waters below.
Gilbert sat up suddenly in his bed in a sweat gasping.
He grasps at the necklace around his neck in search for the comfort it brings him. The black iron cross is a familiar and comforting weight in his hand.
He glanced at the alarm clock and groans. Four in the morning with no chance of getting back to sleep.
He slid out of his bed and walked to the kitchen. He passed his roommates open doors and peeked in on them.
Antonio was sleeping peacefully and in the other room Francis was murmuring something in French.
Once he got to the kitchen he pulled out a bottle of cold water from the refrigerator. He closed his eyes to enjoy the freezing feeling of the water as it slid down his throat.
He licked any stray drops away from his lip as he placed the bottle back in the refrigerator and closed it. He grabbed the pack of cigarettes that were lying on the table and slid the door open to the balcony.
He lit the cigarette and placed it in his mouth, his frayed nerves calming from the nicotine.
It has been a while since he had that dream. The memory of when he had escaped.
Elizaveta.
Her names was like a forbidden word that sent shivers down his spine. The memory of her soft hair in his hands and her warm eyes. The soft lips and muscular body.
Elizaveta.
He quickly finished his cigarette and flicked it over the balcony. As he turned to reenter his house he paused, the hair on the back of his neck stood.
He turned back slowly into the darkness of the city, his eyes scanning the shadows. Old memories and tactics flew through him once more.
Nothing there.
He shook his head to clear it and entered the apartment once more. He firmly locked the door behind him.
Unknown to him two blue eyes watched his every motion. A set of lips quirked upwards in a smirk.
Gilbert glanced up from the pancakes that he was making at the sight of his roommates coming into the kitchen barely awake.
Antonio and Francis froze in the doorway at the sight of Gilbert at the stove.
"Gilbert? Is everything alright?" Antonio asked slowly.
Gilbert nodded as he placed the pancakes on three dishes and onto the table. "Everything's fine. Just got up early and decided to make breakfast."
Antonio and Francis shared a look before sitting at the table and starting the breakfast.
"It's good."
"Thanks."
Francis noticed Gilbert simply pushing his food around the plate. "You're not eating, are you sure you're alright?"
Gilbert nodded as he placed a small piece into his mouth. "Not that hungry."
"Bad dreams?" Antonio asked.
"Something like that." Gilbert said obviously avoiding the subject. "So are our plans still on for tonight?"
Francis nodded around his cup. "After work we go to the bars and hopefully meet the Mrs. Right for tonight."
Gilbert grinned. "Sounds like a plan."
The smell of sweat, beer, and sex filled the bar. Gilbert grinned at the familiar scents as he, Antonio, and Francis made their way to the bar to the side.
"The usual?" the bartender asked recognizing them.
The three of them nodded and were soon nursing their respective drinks. Different wines for Antonio and Francis and beer for Gilbert.
"Gilbert." Antonio said leaning towards him. Gilbert glanced over his shoulder.
"There is a very nice girl staring at you to your left." Antonio said.
Gilbert glanced to his left and smiled. A girl sat in a chair with a drink balanced delicately in hand while the other hand was resting on the armrest. She was wearing a dress that had a very nice slit on her legs and with her legs crossed the way that they were caused fire to rush through his body. Her ice blue eyes locked her gaze on him and froze him in place. Her short blonde hair framed her face nicely. From what he could see her chest was something to admire.
She raised one of her hands and with a single finger motioned him towards her.
Gilbert picked up his drink and walked across the room to her.
"See something you like darling?" he asked her.
Her lips curved into a smile. "Shouldn't I be asking you that? I could see you ogling me from the bar." Her hand slid over her leg, her fingers trailing over the skin.
"What's your name darling?" Gilbert asked.
The girl smirked as she drained her glass. "Buy me another drink and I might be inclined to tell you."
Gilbert bowed slightly. "Your wish is my command."
He quickly got two drinks and brought them back to her. Her hand curled around the glass as their skin touched momentarily. The touch sent electricity through his body.
Gilbert raised his glass. "Name is Gilbert."
The girls smile widened as she drained her glass after she had raised it. "Louise."
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