Somehow, the world doesn't open up beneath their feet; it will not swallow them down into a hellish abyssal-darkness. Perhaps it should.
Blood glistens on Oz's terrifyingly large scythe, dripping slowly onto the wooden floorboards.
"It's alright now," Gil whispers, pressing his hands against Oz's cheeks still peachy-pink and round with baby fat. Streaks of red begin to dry against Gil's thin, satin-white gloves. "I promise, Oz."
Oz doesn't speak a word to him, or blink, his lack of an expression indicating maybe a trance.
(Nobody finds the rotting, grey corpse of Oscar Vessalius, not in the deep, haunting woods alongside the borders of the countryside.)
Pandora Hearts isn't mine. It's been about as long as Loveless has been written by me,,, how long ago I've written for this anime/manga. I can always still fall in love with these two so that's kinda reassuring for me. Any thoughts/comments appreciated - it's been a while! I wonder if any Gil/Oz fans are lurking out there!