˜"*°•.˜"*°• to test the boundaries of what is safe or acceptable •°*"˜.•°*"˜
[ gilbert blythe x the oc ]
[ anne with an e season 1 + 2 + 3]
HIGHEST RANKING - GILBERT BLYTHE #6
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my heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue all's well that ends well to end up with you
"Let's go, boys. Change it up." a shout came across, as the men stopped what they were doing. The two friends looked at each other as they stopped working, the younger one wiping the sweat of his forehead with a dirty cloth. He got closer by as the two of them walked off, enjoying their time off work. "Iwouldn't mind one of those." said Bash, short for Sebastian, referencing to what had happened earlier that day. "One of those little, wailing fellas."
"Throw the ball with. Bouff when he backchats." Gilbert frowned in deep thought and nodded. "I could see that for you." A few hours ago they had found a black pregnant woman being kicked out of her home and giving birth do a breech child. Gilbert had really helped, delivering the baby safe and sound. "Got no way to raise him up right. You need land for that." Bash frowned and shook his head, both of them stopping to wash their hands and dirty faces.
"What kind of strange child were you anyways, Blythe? Needing to know about your own breech birth." Gilbert clenched his jaw and he stood up straighter, avoiding his friend's gaze.
"I didn't want to know about my birth. I wanted to know about my mother." he paused, as Bash stared at him transfixed. "So I asked my father." when Bash didn't give an answer, Gilbert answered the question practically written on his face. "She died giving birth to me."
"Sorry. My brain is slow." said Bash guiltily, feeling bad now. Gilbert shook his head and smiled. "It's alright."
"Didn't want Ruth to know that part." an awkward silence overtook the two as Bash scratched the back of his neck. "I don't want to be a farmer." Gilbert said firmly, adressing the elephant in the room.
"You said that before. Now you're sure?" Bash said amused, and Gilbert nodded, and muttered a soft yeah. "Guess there's other things calling out to you. Eh...doc?"
They both chuckled and continued their way, but some part of Gilbert felt oddly happy. As if he had discovered something that would change him.
Amelia sat with her legs crossed, giggling wildly with the girls as she hid her laughs behind the palm of her hand. Her golden hair hanged limply straight behind her back, a soft lavender dress adorning her body as her cheeks were tinted a soft pink, with a few spring freckles on her nose. They currently sat in Amelia's bedroom, a spacious place filled with light that came from her windows. The room was adorned white and mint green, all very organised, but all of her drawings and paintings were hanged on the walls.
