E s c a p i n g - t h e - M i s e r y ~ Open Rp~
<>Miss Sinclair was walking around in the pouring rain she didn’t know where she was she’d ended up in this place out of nowhere but she did know one think she had to find somewhere to stay for the night or she could just walk around and look for Kevin she didn’t even know weather he was still alive even but she still had hope in finding him…miss Sinclair kept walking until she reached a small manor and saw a young man curled up in a balcony…miss Sinclair being as curious as she was decided to do something…besides this guy might know where Kevin was that’s if he’s even alive…There was no other way to escape thoughts and misery than drinking. And for Gilbert Nightray drinking meant taking a swig of a bottle of red wine, and letting it pour into his throat until he had drank almost half of it. The man’s eyes were dullishly staring into the wall, and he stood up kicking away the chair in front of him, pouring himself a glass of whisky as well. He sighed, tilting his head to the side, and felt some tears trickle out from his golden eyes. Sighing, Gilbert sat down against a wall, leaning his head against it. The day had been awful since a hate anon had got to him, and tiredness also affected him. Sighing, he knew that alcohol could help. Whimpering, he threw the bottle against the floor. Walking out on the balcony, the rain struck down, soaking his clothes and hair. Gilbert sighed and curled up in a ball on the floor, sighing.
“U-Um hello mister!~”
Sinclair said as she stared at the young man while also standing in the rain.
“Why are you curled up in a ball outside in the rain!?~”
~*~ The drunken Gilbert felt himself swaying on his feet as he stood up, staring at the strange girl asking him what he did. “I most certain didnt lie down. I just came out here for some air”. He was so tired of everything and most certain he was stilled scarred after the event with the anon. Sighing, he wiped the tears that had been visible, and coughed softly, due to the rain that had soaked his clothes, so they became seethrough. Sighing again he turned to look at her, and turned around as if to leave but stumbled, fell down to the ground.
Sinclair watched as she saw the young man stumble and said that he came out for fresh air…she didn’t believe one word of it, it just seemed that he was extremely tired and worn out from something that seemed to be bothering him she was quite bothered at this site then she saw the young man stumble and fall to the ground…she knew this he defiantly didn’t come out for fresh air and seeing the young man like this somewhat made her sad so she ran closer to the balcony so she could see more clearly and said.
“A-are you alright sir……d-do you need help?”
Sinclair wasn’t even paying attention to herself..that she was soaking wet also but regardless she wanted to help the young man.
~*~ The words spoken so caring and loving. An offer of help, and also happiness inside Gilbert when hearing it. But now clouded by the void of alcohol, affecting his limbs and body, swaying and feeling nervosity. He got on his feet yet again and maintained his balance. Without saying a word, he stood there. “You should leave me here and get inside. You will become cold and sick”.
Sinclair watched as the young man tried to get up slowly…and listened to what he had to say she thought that he was somewhat in pain from something….why is he doing this to himself she thought.
<>“A-ah I can’t do that it would be silly of me to go inside your manor and not get sick while you stay outside in this weather and get sick..so if you stay in this weather then so shall I!~”
Sinclair said as she sat across from the raven haired man.
~*~ He pulled her up on her feet, then finding himself pulling her with him inside the room as he hugged her in a caring embrace. “Since it’s a storm here, we could sit down beneath a blanket and warm up. You could borrow a shirt of mine meanwhile your dress dries. Just if you wish to”. Gilbert gave the girl a smile.<
She giggled as he pulled her inside his house and was shoked when he hugged her…she didn’t know what to say or do but only to naturally reply and hug back so she did just that and said:
“Haha really thank you, I like blankets..also is it really okay if I wear a top of yours…..isn’t that weird….and it sounds funny~”
Sinclair giggled again as she said this she’d never heard of wearing a boys top before she’d only ever worn dresses..but she had heard that her father did do something similar to this to her mother so she just sat there and stared at the Raven haired man.
~*~ He gave her a big blue laced shirt from one nearby drawer to change into. Slowly quivering and stiftling a whimper he also pulled forward a blanket and placed it on the couch in the room. Then, resting his head on his knees, he sat down, and found himself close to breaking since he trembled and sighed.
Sinclair gladly took the blue lace shirt from him and put it on in the best way she could and then looked at herself the shirt was really big for her it dragged on the ground Sinclair couldn’t even see her own feet she then watched as the young man putting the blanket on the couch then sitting on it and laying his head on his knees Sinclair was bothered at his actions again so she decided to go up and sit next to him.
“Hey are you alright….are you sad or something?”
~*~ He looked up at her, before slowly moving closer, and not knowing why but placed his head in her lap, before staring at her. “I am tired, I’ve had a lot to deal with lately”. And indeed, Gilbert had. Emotions, turmoil, loving someone he didn’t dare telling, the anon and most of all his own panic.
Sinclair watched as he put his head on her lap while saying why he was in this sort of state she felt sad for him so she said something once again.
“Oh I see what do you have to deal with oh by the way what’s your name..?”
![an-u-n-b-e-a-r-a-b-l-e-fact:
So, let’s make a promise? If I’m suffering, or if there’s someone hurting me, at that time you’ll- -come and help me, yeah?
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