006. Murder

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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.)

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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!