..Tales of A French Eye
Death truly came to Francis Bonnefoy's door in the form of Elizaveta Herdervary .Betrayal? Just to her right polishing her nails while the eyebrow thickened English man shoved both unnecessary and inedible cuisine down my throat. He's taking quite the joy there...
"You're really clever Liz. You waited for 2 hours just for him to wake up and feel Arthur's torture methods!"The Belgian praised, glancing to her devil friend. "What? Oh, yes..."Elizaveta uttered, quite apparent that she was on to something.
"Wait..."Bella paused, somehow in a state of shock as to what her friend was doing. What was Elizaveta doing?
"Liz, No matter how high Arthur is above him, please refrain from taking pictures of their twisted lover's moment. It's scaring the customers away" She motioned her hands to absolutely nothing, obviously mocking Arthur's restaurant. "Fine, I had enough pictures for one fourth of my project anyways" What project?
Arthur, obviously deaf at the moment, continued to shove the numerous ingredients down my throat. My mouth isn't a frying pan you English moron! Black Pudding will never cook in there!
"A miracle..." the blond exclaimed as the sound of tingling bells was heard throughout the spacious room. "I'll get it" The devil woman offered only to stop her once heavy footsteps before slamming the wooden door close to the unknown customer. "Who was it Liz?" the traitor asked her friend with surprise not well hidden in her voice.
"A brainless pervert"
"Please don't lock Gilbert out"
Death.
..Tales of A Belgian Eye
Oh, Arthur you can stop now. Francis is unconscious and it's more painful while he's awake. So finish your job, torture, later. "Okay, I'll bake you some—" That's not necessary, Arthur! I'll just have a glass of water. "O—okay..."
I'm sorry, Arthur but your cooking's too bad for the health of a young girl!
With that, the English man proceeded to his kitchen performing cuisine for what God knows. I'd rather leave him be , I'm already happy that it's not for me or the entire human race in my mentality.
Sending Arthur off and assuring my continuous existence of taste in this world, I turned to the sweeter part of the day : Gilbert, resting on Liz's shoulder (at the same times hiding his sleeping eyes) and the latter tending to his semi-gashed wounds.
Let's rewind shall we?
"Please don't lock Gilbert out!" I hurriedly commanded as I saw his very battered physical condition from the glass window placed beside our table. He's bleeding Elizaveta—! Somewhere between 'bleeding' and 'Elizaveta', Gilbert was already safe in her arms. I felt relieved as my breath was finally released out of my mouth.
"Gilbert! Hey you brainless shit! Don't you dare close your eyes and fall into a coma!" Worry? Liz is usually calm in situations like these, even with other people close to her (unlike the Prussian). Gilbert, immensely injured, opted to keep silent and let Liz do the rest, yet I can't help but think the Prussian's enjoying himself.
Oh and Liz, I don't think he will fall into a comma...He doesn't seem to have any concussions in the head....
"No! How do you know that!? " Silence soon overcame the room after Liz said the harsh words that entitled her to tears. I knew best not to break the said silence, as Elizaveta Herdervary's weakness came to be Gilbert Beilschmeldt.
And that ends it.
In short: Gilbert got himself severely mugged, though we don't know who. We'll probably find out when Liz finishes wrapping his wounds. It was already dark and we had unanimously decided to stay at Arthur's place no matter how much we would be greeted by inedible things at morning and unidentified occult objects at night.
In all honesty, I'm not afraid of the things mentioned above. I'm more worried about keeping the virginity of my sight. I'm surrounded by a cook who's possibly gay , a very kinky bisexual tied up in a stressful pose , a psychotic Elizaveta who would later come up with a possibility of the first two mentioned into sex and lastly, The exact antonym of brain resting on Elizaveta's shoulder , Clearly taking advantage of the current moment.
In a situation like this, who wouldn't love their virginity of sight?!
Elizaveta (oblivious to his real intentions) closed her eyes next to Gilbert's injured body, with the intention to watch over him. A jacket was gently draped over the two (provided by the horrible cook of the restaurant) on which I placed upon them so that no cold would harm their system in the morning. It would be kind of cute, but I have more morals than a fucked up French bastard.
Antonio would be the one and only medicine for the pain currently seeping inside my head as his very easy going nature while chatting with him comforted the insides of both my body and soul. I would rest for now and continue this observation of experimental love in the morning.
"Eli, you have a fever"
"It's nothing Gilbert. Don't worry about it. Go back to sleep, your wounds will open" I played with her hair playfully, unconsciously trying to break her rules as a way to seek her attention. Masochistic, yes, but it works perfectly
Since Elizaveta Herdervary is mine for tonight.
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