January 10th, 1885
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It's been almost a year since Serge bring Gilbert with him. the tan-skinned young Gypsy have received the title 'Viscount' when he turns 18 years old, two months after Gilbert turns 18 earlier than him.
Here in his father's house, Battouile Residence. The Battouile Residence, Aslan's inheritance to his son, seemed more alive than it had ever been before. The place that once symbolized suffering and loneliness for Serge, where he suffered several humiliations from his aunt, now had a welcoming atmosphere.
The beginning of their Adolescence and new life, where they don't have to worry about lacking food, don't have to count every single pennies he earned from working at a restaurant and the violence of Paris. That city poisoned Gilbert and make him suffer... Well, they suffer together but Gilbert suffers more.
Serge get down from the carriage ride and he was greeted by two maids bowing down at him, he bow back to them. Being known as well mannered, gentle, kind and caring man everybody in the house impressed at how Paiva and Aslan raised their child becoming a gentleman.
" Welcome back, Lord Battouile--- I see you have came back from the city " one of the maid says. The young Gypsy handed them his top hat and coat, " Yes, there's many people too in the market. I've seen new music sheets and I would love to bought it someday if I can " he smile while fumbling to take off his white gloves as he walk to the entrance door.
" How's Gilbert? "
" Master Gilbert is taking a walk in the back garden. Master says he need some fresh air "
The gypsy shake his head with a smile " Thank you for telling me. I guess he's just bored in the bedroom " after taking off his gloves , he folded them and put it beside lamp on the table in living room.
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" Gilbert! "
Serge opens the door to the back garden and there he is... Gilbert crouching down as he gently patting a wild fox, he's wearing a transparent white shawl around his body underneath is white shirt with flare sleeves, a corset that hugged his slim waist and heeled boots.
Sword to his neck, Serge must thanked to whoever decided to dressed him like that or put that inside THEIR closet.
Is it An angel...?
It is A goddess...?
Gilbert's red lips curled up into a smile, his aching eyebrows, his sharp features, his emerald green eyes, his pale skin, graceful hands, everything.
The forbidden beauty that captures my eyes, who are you?
You're not belong to humans, you're a mystical creature.
This level of Beauty, I've never seen it before.
Serge decided to watch the Beauty patting the sleeping wild fox and also sometimes talking to it. Gilbert has finally recovered from drugs addict thanks to Pascal and Patricia. It took a long time for him to recover but with the patience and understanding they had, They managed to make Gilbert back to normal again.
Even when Pascal makes Gilbert unconscious, the blond will mumbled Serge's name over and over which lead the glasses man to called Serge to his side. He knows Gilbert can only be calmed down by Serge's presence.
Serge always find out that Gilbert loves animals, he loves nature. Gilbert is actually so innocent and full of curiosity. He always asked Serge anything, something he never seen before and the tan-skinned boy gladly explained everything to him.
Gilbert's innocence, Gilbert's curiosity...
" Serge! "
Serge open his eyes and see the blond walking in hurry to him. The viscount smile brightly, he open his arms as an invitation for the blond and Gil dive into his arms.
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