Chapter 8
(A/N: Alright so I'm gonna have a contest for whoever can figure out who the shadow figures who keep showing up are will get their own character in the story. For this I will need what eye,hair color, height, skin tone and a personality quirk as well as if you want to be an angel or demon. You get one hint if you review two if you're close. Let the games begin and as always enjoy my loves~)
Disclaimer: I don't own ANYTHING!
Matthew wanted to scream. He wanted to laugh and never stop. He wanted to cry. He wanted to remember everything surrounded by people he loves. But most of all he wanted someone to hold him and never let go. To tell him he was loved. To cuddle with him on a cold night and to fall hopelessly in love with.
There was no such thing as perfect. Not even God. So why were people, why was he still looking for the perfect person. Matthew didn't want Gilbert. He wanted true love not something dumped on him by a sweet yet possessive demon. Someone who didn't know anything about him let alone want to find out.
Thoughts and feelings swirled around in his head as he slept unknown to him that someone was watching and reading everything that was going through the little angels head.
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Gilbert almost had a panic attack when he walked in on that shadow figure leaning over a way to pale Matthew. A way to pale Matthew who was sleeping with tear stains on his face. Soon after Gilbert had burst through the door though the shadow had disappeared only leaving a black trail of smoke in its place. He couldn't let anyone touch his precious birdie. No one was going to touch him, hurt him or make him cry ever again. Matthew was the world to him.
No he hadn't known him all that long but he had found out some stuff from Francis and that angel that Ludwig brought home with him the one day. He now knew almost everything about Matthew not that he would ever admit to it out loud. When he first saw the little angel he couldn't look away. He was caught by the innocence and beauty that surrounded him. Even when he was being harassed by that lower level demon.
Matthew was always so gentle, so soft and caring, that Gilbert had to notice him and had felt the intense desire to protect him. The when he saw his wings and Matthew didn't react like all the others did to his energy… he knew he would never leave his little birdie in the big bad world they live in. He would do anything to make his angel happy even if it meant giving him time to love him in return. He would wait for all eternity.
With this in mind Gilbert stroked Matthew's hair as he waited for his little world to wake up. Gilbert sat their for an hour or so and Matthew had let out whimpers and a few stray tears every now and again. When he did Gilbert would quickly sooth him and watch as he went back to a peaceful rest. Although it had been days since Gilbert had last slept properly. He had been watching over Matthew like a guardian angel… bad comparison but you get the picture. He was so tired but he couldn't leave Matthew alone like this. Not now that he knew something or someone was after him. But despite his best efforts he still found himself falling into the pillow beside Matthew as his eyes slipped closed to the sound of an old german lullaby.
When Gilbert woke next it was to Matthew's sleepy violet eyes. He smiled sleepily at Gilbert but something seemed off. Matthew nuzzled into Gilbert's neck clearly not fully awake and looking for the closest source of warmth. Gilbert let out a sleepy chuckle as he hugged Matthew to him and fell back into a dreamless sleep.
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Lovino opened his eyes to warm sunlight filling an unfamiliar room. He was in a warm, soft bed with something really warm crushed against his back. All his sleepy brain could register was warmth and something heavy around his waist. Lovino just wanted to sleep. Really it was like a drug. That and tomatoes. Lovino groaned as he turned and snuggled into The warmth that was now facing his front. The warm thing moved and got a better grip on his back as it brought him closer to the warmth.
Wait what?
Warm things don't move so what the hell?! Lovino sat up quickly and looked down at the person lovino had been snuggling into, who had one green eye cracked to look at him.
"Loviiiiiii come back to bed I;m still sleeeeepyyyyyyy." The spanish accented voice whined.
"Who the fuck are you? Who the fuck is Lovi?! My name's Lovino!" The angel yelled.
"Mmmmmh my names Antonio and your Lovi silly~" The sexy- demon who is in no way sexy sang.
Antonio pulled the angel back into his arms, which of course made the little angel struggle. Getting no where Lovino simply let himself be hugged to the incredibly defined naked chest of one tan sexy - NOT sexy damn it- demon. They simply lay like that, Lovi in his arms as Antonio ran his hands through the angels hair. Finally Lovino's stomach broke the silence.
So sorry guys but I'm really tired and i can't write any more. Like really I fell asleep on the keyboard and had like five or six pages of nonsense. So I'll write an extra long chapter for you next week. Again so sorry!
