Well, here's your weekly chapter of Ebene. I'm so glad you guys like it so much so far, every review, favorite and follow is deeply appreciated. And for Binxx (guest) I wanted to let you know that I plan on doing individual stories for other pairings in this verse. Spamano will be one of them.
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Age Six
Pinky Promise
"Bruder, where are my words?" A young Ludwig Beilschmidt asked his older brother, staring at his empty wrist.
"I... I don't know, Ludwig." Gilbert replied, biting his lip as he stared at his his six-year-old brother's small, pale and plain wrist.
"But how am I supposed to meet my soulmate if I don't have words?" The blond boy asked, with an innocent amount of curiosity only a small child of his age could have, blinking his large pale blue eyes in confusion.
"Bruder, I don't know...it's just because you're...special, Ludwig. You're special. One day the words will appear, I promise." The albino told the child, somber and inwardly cringing. Of course, he knew he shouldn't have promised his little brother something he couldn't control, but when Ludwig stared at him like that, it made Gilbert want to write words on the small wrist himself.
But Ludwig was the only person he had ever heard of not having words. Here, everything was controlled by the words. Your entire destiny, your future, career, happiness... it all depended on the words on your wrist.
Gilbert's own words read 'I can't believe you noticed me.' It was a rather strange sentence, in small dainty letters, and what it had to do with anything Gilbert didn't know, but at least he had a sentence, which was something he couldn't say for Ludwig. What kind of life would Ludwig lead if he didn't have words? He'd be outcast, he'd never find true happiness unless he had words.
"Really, bruder? One day?"
"Yeah, Ludwig, one day."
Ludwig stretched out his small pinky, and Gilbert couldn't meet those innocent eyes as he entwined his pinky finger with his brother's.
"Maybe it'll even be tomorrow. Tomorrow is a special day, maybe it'll happen. Just have hope, okay, Ludwig?" Gilbert said sullenly, trying to stay positive for his brother. But it was hard knowing what Ludwig would have to go through in the future if his words didn't appear.
Smiling happily, Ludwig's blue eyes twinkled with hope and with that he waved goodnight, turning on his heel and marching to his bedroom, pretending to be a soldier as he often did, like most little boys.
Crawling in between the sheets, he looked at his blank wrist. "Maybe tomorrow," he muttered, turning on his side to get better view of his wrist, using that moonlight that shined through his windows to see, "I bet I'll wake up tomorrow, and it'll be there. My words. My words will show up, I know they will. Dear Gott, please make my words show. Please."
And then, the little wordless Ludwig clutched his wrist tightly as he drifted off into a restless sleep. The next morning, Ludwig awoke with the sun, squeezing his eyes shut as he peeled his long pajama sleeve up. Saying a quick prayer to Gott, 'it will be there. It just has to be. Gilbert promised that my words would show. Please, please'.
He opened his eyes quickly and his stomach twisted into knots when the same plain, pale wrist stared back at him, and he tried desperately to not let that ruin his day.
Happy Birthday to him.
To be continued
Coming next: Age 7