Author's notes:
I'm so sorry for not updating for so long! I've missed writing this story so much.
Okay sense I haven't worked on this in a while I don't think that the writing style feels the same so it would be supper awesome if you would review and tell me what you think. K?
The Possibility of Solid Air.
Chapter three
Quill
He gasped in freezing air; it stung like needles in his lungs. Tears burned hot down his reddened cheeks leaving icy trails in their wake. His pail fingers no longer felt the frozen ground beneath them. The world was now a blinding white, featureless blur. What had he done to deserve this? The many days of late that had been happy and filled laughter. Now his once quite lonely world had burst in to chaos. Where had it gone wrong?
! #$%^&*
Matthew stared up in to Ivan's violet eyes. The Russian man's smile was forced, this wasn't uncommon for him, but he could often smile genuinely with Matthew. Not today. He was tired of seeing the young Canadian with Gilbert. The two had somehow become best friends over night.
Gilbert had his arm slung over Matthew's shoulder and the two had been giggling about something. Then Ivan walked up and both of then went silent. This was normal for most people when they saw Ivan, but it bothered him when it was Matthew.
"Hello, Ivan." Matthew greeted with a gentle smile that made his eyes glitter. Gilbert made a clearly displeased sound, to which Matthew ignored.
"Privet, Matvey." There wasn't time for him to calm down or relax before Gilbert scoffed again and this time chose to interact.
"What do you want, Commie?" Gilbert spat, putting emphasis on the last word and glared at Ivan who glared right back. Matthew could feel the tempter in the hallway dropping and the tension going up.
Matthew slid out from under Gilbert's arm, turned around and placed both hand firmly agents his chest and pushed him about five steps back. The German opened his mouth to protest, but Matthew produced a hissing sound with his tongue against his teeth. Gilbert closed his mouth and let the blonde returned to Ivan.
"What was it you wanted Ivan?" Matthew asked, twining his fingers together behind his back and smiling.
"Will you go to lunch with me, Matvey?" Ivan prompted, his smile softened a bit and his features relaxed a tad.
"I'm sorry. I'm going with Gil." Matthew replied looking at his feet. The shame was forgotten because of the distraction of his mismatched chucks. One was green and the other was red. The tempetures dropped more and the bond returned his gaze to Ivan's face. The Russian was now frowning.
"Ladno, do svidaniya, Matvey." Ivan turned on his heal and left. Mattie let his eyes return to his mismatched shoes.
"Sorry…" He whispered.
"Let's go get some grub!" Gil announced grabbing Matthew by the shoulders and directing him to the cafeteria.
! #$%^&*
Two days past sense Mattie had last talked to Ivan and the cold chill never left. It was more like freezing by now. So cold that everything was growing frost and when I say everything I mean it.
Matthew pulled the drawstring on his hoodie tighter to keep his ears warm. Gilbert was walking beside him, on their way to school. Mattie liked the image he saw of the German in the cold; it made him want to draw him.
Gilbert's pale cheeks and nose were red from the cold. His pail skin and hair blended with the frosted scenery just enough, but his red eyes and black jacket stood out brilliantly from the scene.
"Ich dachte, es war Mai, nicht Januar." Gilbert stated out loud. Mattie stopped dead in his track a tilted his head in that innocent way he always does when confused. The albino stopped and looked at him. "Was?"
"Anglais, s'il vous plaît?" Mattie asked in French. Gilbert laughed.
"Non, mon amour." Gilbert replayed a short lived smug smile across his face.
"I think you mean 'Non, mon ami.'" Mattie corrected him, his face a few shades reader then the cold had already made it.
"Wait! What did I say?" Gilbert asked with an uncharacteristic look of confusion.
"My love." The blonde answered in a meek voice.
"Awkward," He stretched out the word for effect.
"You're French accent sucks," Mattie said flatly.
The silence that fallowed lasted longer than was comfortable. The tempter on the other hand went up rather drastically. Mattie suddenly felt very warm and after a fit of squirming he yanked of his hoodie.
"So what were you saying earlier, in German?" Mattie asked breaking the silence.
"Just that the weather sucks," Gil replied.
Suddenly Mattie got a cold chill and tugged back on his hoodie. Odd weather.
"Your right it does suck." Mattie tucked his arms in to his hoodie. "But, I like cold weather and snow."
"Not me." Gilbert stated flatly. They didn't talk much more before arriving at school.
! #$%^&*
That pesky cold was relentless all morning and by lunch Gilbert was exhausted with the chill that penetrated the walls of the old school building. He wondered down the crowded hall to find Mattie who usually waited for him at his locker. He expected to find the blond alone and nearly invisible. Not today. There were a gaggle of people around him, talking to him, and laughing with him. It seems that Gilbert's popularity had started to ware of on Mattie. The boy was no longer invisible and less fearful of people. Gilbert felt a little… What is this? Jealous?
Mattie caught sight of Gil and raised his hand to wave just in time for Alfred to hook his arm around his shoulder and guide him off to the lunch room. Gilbert stood without moving for longer then he may have ever stood still in his whole life. Wait what just happen? Gilbert just got ditched for the jocks?
Gilbert wasn't sure how to react. From the day they met Mattie had always followed him. Now he was off having fun with other people. He found himself eating lunch with just Antonio and Francis for the first time in a while. They pestered him about Mattie not being around; he found it hard to not get mad at them. It didn't help that he watched Matt laughing with the others. The only positive thing in Gil's day was that the tempter finally went up so it felt more like one of those spring days that you want it to not get cold again and you dread the thought that it will.
By the end of the day Gilbert had decided to return the favor and ditch Mattie and just go home, rather than hanging out like they had planned. Gilbert pushed the door to his family's home shut behind him and dumped his backpack on the floor in the foyer.
"Ich bin zu Hause!" Gilbert announced. Not even their dogs came to greet him which didn't help his mood. It had been a long time sense he'd felt this feeling. He hated being forgotten or abandon, but that is just how he felt right now. He crashed on the couch flipping through the channels on the TV. For Gilbert it was one of those moments ware you're trying to distract yourself from what pissed you of, but you can't avoid it.
After a half an hour and two dozen channels later Gilbert finally gave up. He knew he was being, well, Childish. Now he regretted it and wanted to make it up to Mattie. Making up for his wrongs was not one of his specialties. After further debate he was still clueless and questioning if he really needed to do anything.
"Ve. Gilly what's wrong?" Gilbert nearly fell of the couch; Feli had scared him so bad. The little Italian giggled like a child.
"Don't scare me like that Feli." Gilbert told him clenching his chest trying to slow down his heartbeat.
"Mi dispiace," Feli made a pouty face. "You looked really upset. You had wrinkles right here." Feli told him poking at Gilbert's forehead. The Small boy slid over the back of the couch with ease and on to Gilbert's lap. The German squirmed in protest to the warm form on his lap. "What's wrong?" Feli asked again. Gil grumbled and didn't answer. He could very easily push the boy off yet he didn't. The other boy made no sign of giving up and getting off him.
"Ah. Let's see I was ditched by my best friend and then I ditched him." He was clearly annoyed. IT was also the first time he realized that how important Mattie was. Feli frowned. Gilbert let out a long breath.
"Why don't you do something to make it up to him?" Feli prompted.
"Why and how?"
"Because it will make you happy and maybe stop that." Feli told him and pointed up his hands.
Streaming and coiling its way up his hands and arms were words. The words were mostly in German and continued to materialize from the tips of his fingers. Gil stared at them with his mouth ajar. With the franticness of a scared rabbit he rubbed his hands together trying to make the words vanish.
"No needs to worry, I won't tell." The little Italian said placing his index finger over is lips. He smiled and a winked at Gil, then hoped off of the man's lap and skipped of with soundless steps.
The ink lines made the German's skin itch and the words switched between languages. He knew what was causing this odd occurrence and he knew the cure. He trotted up the stairs to his room and strait to the top drawer of his dresser. From the drawer he drew out a long, polished, rectangular, oak, box. In the box was a single Golden eagle feather.
Gil ran his fingers across the feather until he reached the tip ware a gold nib was secured to the end. He let out a long breath. Oh, how he hated this quill. In truth he feared what it did, but as much as he wanted away from it, it was part of who he was. He drew the feather from the box and the ink that uncompounded it. From the dresser drawer he took a leather bound notebook. He dipped the pin in to the pitch black ink and on the first blank page in the book he scrolled out the words Vom Himmel Schnee wird vor dem Morgengrauen fallen. Then he closed the book and returned it to the drawer along with the golden feather and left it to its magic. The ink on his arms vanished slowly.
! #$%^&*
Oh, what a pleasant dream Gilbert was having one to which he may never disclose the plot of, but it was truly enjoyable. Like all dreams though it must come to a painful, cold and wet end. Cold and Wet? The German sat up and wiped the remains of what ever had been used to wake him off his face. Opening his eyes it took him only a blink of time to recognize the melting substance was snow.
A weight on the edge of the bed shifted and Gilbert looked up expecting to see Lud or one of the dogs, but was instead met by Matthew grinning like the Cheesier cat. Gilbert stared at him letting all the reasons the boy would be in his room, a place Gilbert had never let him in to before run through his mind. Then it hit him it was very bright in the room.
"Ficken! I'm late for school!" Gilbert shouted tumbling of the bed in his rush to get up and sprawling on the floor.
"Wow, buddy. Calm yourself. It's a snow day." Mattie told him and then proceeded to drop another chunk of frozen water on his head. Gilbert rolled over to glare at the Canadian.
"It's May." The German stated bluntly.
"Uh-huh and good Morning to you too Mr. Grumpy." Mattie responded Gilbert sat up and shifted his glare to the clump of white snow now melting all over his deep red carpet. "There's at least a foot of snow out there it's amazing!" Matt cheered walking to the window to look out it. Gilbert grumbled, but before he could complain about his self-induced torture Feli called up the stairs to them.
"Breakfast is getting cold!" Mattie spun around to face Gil.
"I made you breakfast," he told him offering out his hand to help the albino off the floor. Gilbert eyebrows raised in surprised.
"Really?" He sniffed the air as he fallowed Mattie out of the room.
Gilbert Beilschmidt had never eaten something so amazing in his whole life. Matthew made the best pancakes in the entire world. Gilbert couldn't get enough, of the delicious, fluffy, buttery, cakes. Gilbert was busy stuffing pan cakes in to his mouth when he noticed the Canadian watching him with a pleasant little smile.
"Was?" Gilbert asked through a mouth full of food.
"Do you forgive me?" Mattie asked eyes never leaving the other teens face.
"I do... Sorry I was a dick, too." Gilbert told him looking down at his plate. Mattie started to reply, but was cut off by Blackie Ludwig's German shepherd Growling, apparently at Gilbert. "Was?" He demanded. The dog continued to growl at him. Suddenly Gilbert's father Aldric who had been in the living room watching the morning news, grabbed the teens arm and held it up to examine it.
The black letters had returned and now ran clear up past his elbows. Gilbert stared at them in terror. Mattie still had no idea of what the German was capable of and he didn't want him to know. That thought was not the most terrifying part. All the words that ran up his arm were in Cyrillic.
"What did you do?" Aldric demanded. "Did you use it? This town is already under a curse." Gilbert's Eyes widened. He shock off his father's hand and bolted up the stairs to his room.
A dark-violet aura oozed from the top drawer of his dresser like a sickening miasma. It flowed down the front of the furnishing and across the floor. Gilbert quickly yanked open the drawer and puled the oak box out. The miasma flowed heavier than before. Gilbert peered in to the drawer and as he had expected the ooze came from the not book. He had done it wrong yet again. This was bad. Like using html codes on the internet you always have to add something to the end of a spell so that it will end. Also it makes it so no one can take control of it.
"What's wrong?" Mattie asked from the door way. Seeing the miasma he stepped back. "What is that?"
"I fucked up, Matt." Gilbert replayed, with a look of fear Matt thought he would never see on the German's face.
Translation's:
Privet, Matvey. - Hi, Matthew.
Ladno, do svidaniya, Matvey. - Okay, bye, Matthew.
Ich dachte, es war Mai, nicht Januar - I thought it was May, not January.
Anglais, s'il vous plaît? - English Please.
Non, mon amour – No, my love.
Non, mon ami – No, my friend.
Ich bin zu Hause! - I'm home!
Mi dispiace. - I'm sorry.
Vom Himmel Schnee wird vor dem Morgengrauen fallen. - From the sky snow shall fall before dawn.
Ficken! - Fuck!
Was? - What?
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