She's easily distraught, leaping at her own delicate shadow that danced along the walls of her basement as her arms frantically went to her (Eye Colour) eyes in the surge of fright that sent her wobbly knees together and body cowering back with the loose gasp escaping her lips before she could silence the urge. But she's just so damn adorable, Gilbert admired with a mischievous smirk, the way she squeaked, the way her trembling hands clasped a hold on his strong bicep with the clinging power soft yet desperate with her porcelain-textured (Skin Colour) flesh smoothing along his very own pale skin that had an odd glow beneath the unsettling light of his television that was muted upon seeing her shaken form tumble hastily down the stairs.
"Did you hear that?" Her voice was a low whisper-a partial mew as she bent her lips down near his ear carefully. The girl held tight to the only device she'd scurried to find upon hearing the supposed noise, a dingy flashlight was clenched tight in her smaller hands as she allowed the stretching ring of light to be guided by her quivering hands along each wall and dipping to the floor. "It was like a knock or something-like a pounding!"
Musing over her terror, Gilbert rolled his eyes, and wrestled an arm around her shoulders playfully, being sure to give her a prod in the neck while doing so to give her a jolt. "All I hear is your pathetic crying over a little thump."
He received a thump himself, rubbing the soon-to-bruise skin soothingly with a laugh. "Fine, fine, be scared. The awesome me can take care of you if it pleases you then."
Truly, it did not. Nothing of the sort. Gilbert Beilschmidt was an undesirable kind of man, his finest trait was concealed behind arrogance as thick as his palled skin, there was a personality somewhere within him that ran deeper than his ruby-like eyes that resembled something of an animals with a gleaming amusement clinging to their sheen and glossy glow, his blanched hair was in wisps along said eyes as they peeked between white strands in a squint and distracted her from seeing anything below his albino and pale features, but, there, as she stared at him intently she discovered there had to be more than just mockery in his heart. Gilbert was somehow friendly-someone special.
His fascinating, scarlet stare was averted, moving slowly to a distant wall, where her eyes jumped to in a hurry to catch a shadow as it crossed the concrete wall.
Terror fueling, eyes wide and bulging, (name) bit her lower lip, and concentrated on her boyfriend with all the courage she could muster. He adored her fear; he just loved to see her twitch at the thoughts of ghosts and ghouls. He recalled every past year together for Halloween, the scaredy-cat's least favourite holiday, which she spent dressing as the cutest of creatures. Tails and plush ears darker than black. Dresses to her knee that swished and brought white-edged fur to brush her bare flesh rather than scars and lacerations that were most frightening during the season. She was convinced witch hats and kitty tails were the spirit of the holiday, while Gilbert stunned her every year with some new monstrosity of a mask that included the worst of detailed gore.
Plopping down on the dusty sofa beside him, (Name) was drawn to the television with dismay at the gore on the screen, her cute tongue poking out as well as the eyes from her skull. Something so grotesque was unfathomable! "Why do you watch this stuff?" She asked sickly, and reached for the remote, which he snatched just in time.
"It's nothing-just a little blood and guts there, princess. You aren't scared, right?"
His words were meant to tease her, and were utterly successful at doing such, though she disguised her blush with a confident shake of her head and tilting her proud nose into the air like that of a snooty feline.
But her words of confidence didn't match her jumpy body as her (Eye Colour) widened with disgust, the need to vomit rose from her stomach as it churned up a terrible, acidic flavour at the back of her throat that she swallowed back with all the force to make her gut give a sharp pain of retaliation.
Her hands had even chosen to disobey her feeble command, snaking around Gilbert's bicep once more like clinging to him would resolve so much. They trembled too; their fingers skimming along his sleek skin with the ease of comfort, and warmth Gilbert offered.
Then, he flipped off the TV, leaving them both in total darkness that surrounded them in mere seconds as (Name) squeaked lightly in protest. She squirmed, attempting to wrench free of a surprising grasp on her shoulder, which was strong enough to hold tight against her. Her legs kicked, despite knowing it was only Gilbert whom held her down, she was determined to wrestle her way out even if she had to-
Bite. She'd done it many-a-times, really, and neither one had ever done serious damage to her boyfriend. He was prone to her snapping jaws. She felt his hand smooth around her neck. The delicate flesh beneath his fingertips flinched with her bobbing, deep swallows. This action was followed by a kiss that was placed upon the crook of her neck-
"Ouch." It wasn't an exclamation. He'd retreated from her body with a groan, his own collarbone revealing a small bruise, where the imprint of her teeth left dents in his pale skin. He couldn't fib about his love for her roughness; it was always enticing when she resorted to biting and squirming about. "Frau, biting isn't nice." He tsked.
(Name) would have sat up abruptly to rush over and turn on the lights she missed severely. She missed not being able to see past the palm of her hand that waved before her face in hopes to conjure up some sight, she could feel the dancing wisps of hair along her shoulder, but was uncertain if it were her own (Hair Length) (Hair Colour) hair, or Gil's bleached hair that tickled her skin. There was a distant chatter of squeaks that sent shivers up her spine-distinct sounds of life were near, and it frightened her. "I'm not sorry."
"No need to be; I just wanted to tell you a nice story-about the dark, you know. I used to tell it to Ludwig when he was a little boy, and he hates the dark today. Seriously." Her boyfriend insisted upon the story as she felt the touch of his palm make contact with her back. It was better to have his touch console her fears rather than to estimate where in the dark he would be hiding.
Palm gliding carefully along her spine, eyes coming into view with their red shine beast-like and dark, Gilbert eased forward to rest his forehead against hers. He was contemplating what to scare her with, and she could feel it. Fingers drumming on the nape of her neck brought distraction from his evil schemes so that she could cuddle up to him comfortably with a cooing sound that made him chuckle in that distinct way he normally did. Something of "Kesese," an odd sound, certainly, but admirable as a laugh compared to her own snorting giggle that sometimes came out spontaneously whenever Gilbert tried to make her laugh. His kiss reached her lips, silencing any thoughts that spun frantic retorts. His lips were more rough than loving, but it was all romantic nonetheless.
"In every shadow, there's a creature," he began somewhat darkly with a lower voice that parted from her lips to speak in a whisper. The whisper hit her skin, and it prickled with goosebumps within seconds of the chilling story. It was just a story, a dumb tale. "One of those creepy tings with claws, big eyes like a cats-and just about everything people hate in monsters. They like to eat people, what creature doesn't? But they prefer to hide."
The taste of his lips returned as if he were drugging her purposely with his affection, or maybe just giving her a reason to stay put on the sofa. He supposed she would flee at any second, resorting to training her similar to a dog by leaving butterfly kisses on her soft skin and offering the treats she often wanted so much. He wasn't so affectionate normally, but it just wasn't his forte to be all lovey-dovey.
"You're dumb, Gil." (Name) giggled, and caressed his cheek softly. He too laughed, but then proceeded to deny her accusation with a retort much louder bit back on his tongue.
"Hey, you better believe this story, or you could be eaten right now!"
She certainly could be. Eaten by the scariest creature in the entire house, Gilbert Beilschmidt, red eyes, pale skin-he could very well be one of those zombies you always saw on TV with their arms weakly spread out to snatch a man's ankle and those gross groaning sounds coming from the torn out throats. He didn't scare her!
Ok, he did sometimes when he popped out suddenly from behind doors and bookshelves, but that was just unfair! It would always be scary if he was jumping out when she wasn't prepared. "Mhmm."
He leaned back, away from her body with a sigh as he stood up with a satisfied nod that she was just barely able to detect through the thick darkness around them, but she could hear his receding footsteps in the shadows, which she swiftly tried to follow by swinging her numb legs over the side of the sofa carefully with a gentle thump as they reached the icy floor. The tingling sensation running up her muscle was bothersome, and it hadn't seemed like such a long time when she'd been cuddling with her boyfriend moments ago, but time really had shot by. (Name) only wished she could move as fats as time with hobbling legs able to navigate clumsily over objects left scattered about-fingers grazing the surface of the concrete wall and expecting the touch of the light switch anytime then. The smooth plastic had once been so easy to find; it was a panel no bigger than her palm that had been secured just by the staircase for better access, and as her palm felt along the wall for it, it was missing. But how?
There was the sound of something just beside her ear-like a heavy breath or rustling winds. She had frozen up in thought for a moment; it was only Gilbert trying to scare her again, and it was plainly obvious that he would try after telling her about a few fake monsters living in the shadows. She tossed her hair back with a deep breath, and stepped forward anyway.
The cool touch of plastic ran below her fingers, yes, the light-right where she'd missed it!
She had just been too preoccupied with being a chicken to realize how distant she had been from the right spot after all. (Name) rubbed up to the top of the panel, where, normally, she would have been able to flip the switch upward and trigger the bright lights, unless the switch just wasn't there. It wasn't. It was just plastic-the icy plastic that was somehow sleek like metal at its center-
Just then, something pierced her hand with a cruel speed that left her recoiling back in fear; her back met the wall behind her-wall? Since when? Since when had her house become so topsy-turvy, and flipped around! And the creature that had snapped her was screeching like some strange, avian beats with its breaths becoming more like rapid flaps with the metallic clangs behind it making her legs tremble. It sounded angrier than she'd ever heard!
Then, came the lights, which poured down over her in a flash.
"Are you losing your mind down there?" Rang Gilbert's laugh as she saw him standing at the head of the stairs with the knob of the door in his hand. "Geesh, watch where you're walking-when you said I could leave Gilbird down there, I didn't think you'd be reaching into his cage and stuff."
There was no need to humiliate herself any further; she just accepted the mockery, and nodded with a smile. "Don't leave without me!"
"You better hurry up then, I wanna watch my movie before it ends, frau!"