#gilbert x serge

[kazekiedits]

Gilbert Cocteau and Serge Battour from 4th volume's cover of the manga "Kaze to Ki no Uta" or "The Song of the Wind and the Trees" (1976-1984) by Keiko Takemiya

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[pochipop]

＃KAZE TO KI NO UTA !! ♡ — I STEEP YOUR HEART IN MY CHAMOMILE TEA (SERGE X GILBERT).

#. synopsis! — serge will love gilbert until the day he dies .

#. characters! — serge x gilbert .

#. warnings! — angst, explicit mentions of death and canon-typical dark content .

#. word count! — 1.4k .

#. alt accounts! — @ddollipop (nsfw) @hhoneypop (moodboards) .

#. others! — navigation & masterlist .

#. a/n! — please accept my humble kazeki spotify playlist <3

It was never that Gilbert didn’t love Serge as much as Serge loved him. No, it wasn’t a matter of choice, or want, or desire, —it was a matter of possibility. By the time they met, it was much too late, although Serge never wanted to believe it. He was a smart young lad, but a child is always a child. And Gilbert was a child too, even if he didn’t seem it at times. They were doomed from the start; by the heavens, by God, by earthly forces and celestial ones alike. They were doomed by every season, by every whisper of wind, by every hand that had ever touched Gilbert’s aching frame, stealing more of him away.

When he met Serge, there was nothing left to give, no matter how badly he’d wanted to. He was a void, some cosmic hole of nothingness that sucked things in and never spat them out. He was broken, and tattered, and torn at every edge, —and he did love Serge for whatever that was worth, but in the end, it wasn’t much. Gilbert was living on Serge’s borrowed time, feeding off his warmth, pulling him under. . .

The sun sets upon another day, one that Gilbert never saw, and Serge sits alone in his room, dressed in clothes that don’t feel like his own. Because they aren’t. He’s always been more tall than he’s ever been proud, and this ruffled collar and gold-buttoned vest may have looked dashing on his father, but they swallow Serge up just like Gilbert used to; trading one prison for another.

At least when it was Gilbert’s doing, Serge felt more like himself.

But here he sits in this stuffy manor, brown eyes flickering across the ornate paintings hung about the room. They’re all trimmed in subtle bronze, carved into filligrous vines, and it’s all so melodramatic that it’s giving him a headache just staring at them. The art itself is expertly done, —mostly flowers and cabins stuffed somewhere off in the woods. For a moment, Serge thinks to himself that he should have run somewhere like that with Gilbert, somewhere they could have hidden themselves away from the world for as long as it took him to get well. Forever, maybe, if that’s what he needed. 

It’s a pipedream now though. Gilbert is gone; has been gone for years, and yet Serge still finds himself thinking of him as if he were soon to walk through the door at any moment’s notice. He can’t eat chestnuts without tasting Gilbert’s burnt flesh on their surface, can’t sleep in any bed without the ghost of Gilbert’s arms encircling him, —and sometimes they’re softer than others, but they never change their size. Sometimes when he closes his eyes, Serge can still smell Gilbert on his sheets; one’s that he never even laid on. He hears his voice when he plays piano, humming along to the melodies he plays, —he feels him when the wind rustles, when the sun shines, and when rain takes over the skies.

If there’s one thing Serge knows for certain, it’s that Gilbert will live inside him for as long as it takes to make things right. He’ll apologize a million times for mistakes he never had the chance to make, and he’ll pour an extra cup of chamomile tea, even though Gilbert probably wouldn’t have liked it anyway.

He’ll sit and think far too often about how Gilbert would have grown in tandem with him, —getting taller, and warmer, and kinder, like Serge was melting ice in his palms. He’ll visit his grave and tell him about his days, even if he’s never really felt Gilbert there where his name is carved into marble and brownstone. He’s the only one who ever visits these days, and it would be a shame to let his resting place become some overgrown mound of weeds. Maybe Gilbert wouldn’t mind, but Serge does.

He’ll try not to cry as much as the days go by. Time hasn’t healed his wounds the way he thought it would, —but he’s not doing himself any favors with the way he digs his fingers around in them every morning, desperate to keep them festering like some metaphorical maw of devotion. It’s what Gilbert always did, picking at his cuts and his bruises to keep them around.

Serge will bleed on every inch of Lacombrade Academy, then on every stone on the streets of Paris, just as Gilbert would have wanted.

He’ll carry this guilt like a cross on his shoulders, —unadulterated and proud, each step heavy with the weight of remorse. Serge will lug this love like a burden and a gift from some forsaken savior, a constant companion, shaping to the contours of his soul, merging down to the muscle. This is where he feels closest to the writhing boy he lost to the rain and the mud and the horrors of his mind. This is where he feels Gilbert so strongly; in the sinews of his being, rotting on the inside but sickeningly sugar-coated.

He puts an extra cube of sugar in Gilbert’s tea and watches it dissolve, then takes a sip of his own.

It’s mild, —floral, and maybe it would be soothing if Serge allowed for it to be. He won’t, of course.

Shadows dance off the walls in the late evening light. The air is thick with melancholy, the kind that permeates the tea in Serge’s delicate porcelain cup. He almost smiles when a whisper of wind from the open window makes the curtains quiver and snuffs out the candlelight on the clothed table. Gilbert never did like romantic gestures. He preferred something raw and much less tangible, clawing at Serge until he came apart, just so he’d put him back together.

And he always did. . . Until he couldn’t. Serge always knew how to fix Gilbert; how to pull him in and soothe the ache, until the echoes got louder, until Gilbert got high enough to block them out, even when it came at the cost of blocking Serge out with them. At least he was delirious at the end. It’s a somber sort of comfort knowing Gilbert wasn’t in the right mind when it all came crashing down, —but more than that, it’s a reminder to Serge that it’s his solemn duty to keep those memories alive until he’s food for the worms to eat.

There wasn’t enough love in the world to save Gilbert from himself, and Serge has yet to reconcile with the bitter truth that he knew that all along. He’d known it from the moment they met in that claustrophobic dorm room when Gilbert came crashing in, teetering on the edge. It was only a matter of time before his sadness caught up to him. He was running from ghosts and the whispers of his mind, from the attention he craved and begged for, and found in the arms of whatever upperclassman or old, nasty man he could sink his teeth into for a night.

And Serge couldn’t kiss that away.

He couldn’t ever hold Gilbert tight enough, so he settled. He settled for the tanned hands brushing golden strands from his face, caressing him gently even when he begged to be hurt. He settled for whispered words against his neck instead of canines on his flesh, for big, brown, innocent eyes that were just so disgustingly kind. Gilbert settled for love when he wanted to be hurt.

Worst of all, he liked it.

He liked how Serge held his cheeks and kissed his tears away and how he always kept the promises he made.

Now, Serge sifts through memories of pale skin and lean muscle, —emerald eyes that never really had a spark. But heaven knows they were so, so pretty when Gilbert wanted them to be. His heart wanes like the humble moon, the ache of loss still ever-present, no matter where he goes. He lives with a chill that follows him wherever he ventures, undeterred by the warmth of his tender memories or the cup of quickly cooling tea in his palms.

Gilbert’s love was never perfect, and it never came without great costs, but Serge would have traveled to every end of the Earth to keep it. He’d have paid every prince imaginable just to pull him from the depths and breathe new life into his fragile lungs.

But it’s too late now. . . So Serge sits alone at this table, holding a cup of chamomile tea the way he once held both their hopes and sorrows. He clings to what he has left, —the reminders of what he lost and what he gained. 

The last sip lingers like Gilbert’s lips always did on his collarbones, and Serge settles the empty cup back onto its saucer.

#gilbert cocteau #gilbert x serge #kaze to ki no uta #the poem of wind and trees #serge battour #gilbert cocteau x serge battour #kaze to ki no uta fanfic #serge x gilbert #serge battour x gilbert cocteau #kaze to ki no uta gilbert #kaze to ki no uta serge #kazeki #kazeki gilbert #kazeki serge #kazeki fanfic #kazeki gilbert x serge #kazeki serge x gilbert

[kazetokinouta-a]

#keiko takemiya #gilbert cocteau #kazeki #takemiya keiko #the poem of the wind and trees #la balada del viento y los árboles #kaze to ki no uta #la balada del viento y los arboles #serge battour #manga #sergexgilbert #serge x gilbert #le poème du vent et des arbres #le po?me du vent et des arbres #le poeme du vent et les arbres #kaze ki #kazetokinouta #kaze to ki #kaze #the poem of the wind and trees spoiler #the song of the wind and trees #the song of the wind and the trees #the song of wind and trees

[1234explode-blog]

Serge Battour & Gilbert Cocteau

◇Rewrite the stars◇

Serge:

What if we rewrite the stars?

Say you were made to be mine

Nothing could keep us apart

You'll be the one I was meant to find

It's up to you, and it's up to me

No one could say what we get to be

So why don't we rewrite the stars?

And maybe the world could be ours, tonight

Gilbert:

No one can rewrite the stars

How can you say you'll be mine?

Everything keeps us apart

And I'm not the one you were meant to find

It's not up to you, it's not up to me,

When everyone tells us what we can be

And how can we rewrite the stars?

Say that the world can be ours, tonight

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#kaze to ki no uta #gilbert cocteau #kazeki #keiko takemiya #serge battour #shoujo #the poem of the wind and the trees #manga #pascal biquet #80s anime #竹宮惠子 #風と木の詩 #gilbert is so kawaii #serge x gilbert #they're in love #die auguste

[tumbleryaoishowdown]

Guts x Griffith is an infamous and very popular ship from the equally infamous and popular 1989 manga Berserk. This relationship is notable for featuring Griffith, the world's biggest asshole and prominent gay looking anime boy.

Gilbert Cocteau and Serge Battour originate from the 1976 manga Kaze to ki no Uta, and is the first Yaoi ever published. In spite of this monumental achievement, approximately 3 people outside of Japan have ever heard of it. Please give them a few pity votes!

#tumblryaoishowdown #guts x griffith #guts #griffith #berserk #gilbert cocteau x serge battour #gilbert cocteau #serge battour #kaze to ki no uta

[angelicalacrimae]

toxic doomed yaoi (serge x gilbert)

#gilbert cocteau #serge battour #kaze to ki no uta #does their ship have a name ...

[collectionbrunogrenier]

Kittie BRUNEAU 

BRUNEAU, Kittie (1929-2021) Masque féminin aux chevaux (2003) Acrylique sur toile 59 x 53 cm. Don de Claude Vinet pour l'encan Fondation Émergence L’artiste internationale Kittie Bruneau n’a plus besoin de présentation. Née à Montréal en 1929, elle fait des études à l’École des Beaux-arts de Montréal dans les années 1940 et elle passe huit ans à Paris où elle habitera jusqu’à la fin des années 50. Elle présente ses premières expositions dans plusieurs villes dont Montréal, Ottawa, Halifax et Paris. De retour au pays, son travail a attiré l’attention de critiques établis, dont Rodolphe de Repentigny qui a souligné dans La Presse en 1959 son « style précis, plein d’éléments graphiques ». Installée en Gaspésie de 1961 à 1972, la peintre a trouvé là-bas une inspiration durable. Elle met ensuite la peinture de côté pour quelques années afin de s'adonner à la danse. Elle dansera dans la troupe de Maurice Béjart. Elle s'installe à Carrières-sur-Seine et se remet à la peinture. Sa démarche artistique demeurera influencée par son goût pour la danse. En 1985, elle voyage au Japon, à Tokyo, où elle étudie la gravure sur bois avec T?shi Yoshida. Elle réalise des murales, des vidéos et des livres d'artistes, pour lesquels elle collabore avec des écrivaines et écrivains tels que Françoise Bujold, Leonard Cohen, Serge Baguidy-Gilbert, Claude Haeffely et Michaël La Chance. Elle a participé à une centaine d’expositions, solo ou en groupe, et les gouvernements québécois et canadien ont reconnu son talent en lui accordant de nombreuses bourses de recherche et de création. Elle est membre de l’Académie royale des arts du Canada. On peut retrouver ses œuvres dans les collections de l’Art Gallery of Hamilton, de la Carleton University Art Gallery, de la Collection d'œuvres d'art de l’Université de Montréal, du Musée d'art contemporain des Laurentides, du Musée d'art de Joliette, du Musée de Lachine, du Musée des beaux-arts de Sherbrooke, du Musée du Bas-Saint-Laurent, du Musée national des beaux-arts du Québec, du Museum of London, Angleterre. Le fonds d'archives de Kittie Bruneau est conservé au Centre d'archives de Montréal et de la société Bibliothèque et Archives nationales du Québec. http://www.kittiebruneau.com/

Prix : 900 $ 

[artnachronisme]

#kaze to ki no uta #takemiya keiko #gilbert x serge

[prayxers]

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#kaze to ki no uta #kazeki #serge x gilbert #gilbert cocteau #serge battour

[missbaltesg]

#serge battour #gilbert cocteau #serge x gilbert #kaze to ki no uta #sims 3

[kazekiedits]

Serge Battour and Gilbert Cocteau from the manga "Kaze to Ki no Uta" or "The Song of the Wind and the Trees" (1976-1984) by Keiko Takemiya

#gilbert cocteau #gilbertcocteau #gilserge #kaze to ki #kaze to ki no uta #kazetokinouta #sergebattour #pascal biquet #serge battour #takemiya keiko #serge x gilbert #kaze to ki no uta gilbert #gilbert x serge #the poem of wind and trees #jean pierre bonnard #the poem of the wind and trees #the poem of the wind and the trees #the song of the wind and the trees #le poème du vent et des arbres #la balada del viento y los árboles #la balada del viento y los arboles #kaze #kazekiedits #kazeki #kurt stachler #carl maïsser #carl maisser #keikotakemiya #keiko takemiya #keiko takemiya manga

[rosemarinexjules]

(Sorry, but it's only in Russian).

Little Rosemariné: *kawai view*

Little Jules: *lub-dub*

Little Rosemariné: Oh, are you my new servant? 😈

- - -

Jules: I felt in love the devil who has angel's face.

Rosemariné: ?

Serge: Are YOU complaining?

Gilbert: lol

(php, sorry for not-good image quality, I only have got my phone's camera and really bad lamp this night)

#kaze to ki no uta #rosemarine #the poem of wind and trees #jules #jules de ferrier #rosemarine arion #песня ветра и деревьев #arion rosemarine #aryon rosemarine #arion rosemariné #arion #aryon #aryon rosemariné #fan comic #rosemariné #Rosemariné x Jules #Rosemarine x Jules #Serge #serge battour #Gilbert #gilbert cocteau

[kazetokinouta-a]

#keiko takemiya #gilbert cocteau #takemiya keiko #la balada del viento y los arboles #the poem of the wind and trees #kaze to ki no uta #kazeki #la balada del viento y los árboles #serge battour #manga #kaze #la balada del viento y los ?rboles #the poem of the wind and trees spoiler #the song of the wind and trees #le po?me du vent et des arbres #le poeme du vent et les arbres #le poème du vent et des arbres #gilserge? #serge x gilbert #gilbertcocteau

[1234explode-blog]

The Warmth (kaze to ki no uta fanfic) part 1

《what if Gilbert had survived the night that almost killed him?》

the incident that nearly killed Gilbert traumatized Serge about losing him for once and for all. now, Pascal is treating Gilbert who was lying weakly on the bed, he had been cleaned with water by Serge, replaced with new clothes and bandages on his wounds.

Pascal was injecting a vaccine into the vein in the blond's arm, the vaccine he uses for victims who have taken too many drugs. he had tried the vaccine on several people before Gilbert and the results were successful. it's a pretty strong one. when injected, it will caused a bit of burning sensation.

but, as long as Gilbert can recover, Pascal will do anything for his friend. Gilbert is his friend too.

"The medicine will put him to sleep. So don't worry." explained Pascal slowly took the syringe out of Gilbert's arm and replaced the needle, then done.

Serge and Patricia could only be silent. they hoped that Gilbert would actually be able to recover from the effects of the drugs...especially Serge.

Serge loved him with all his heart and he was glad he ran away from Pascal to find the blond.

otherwise, Gilbert would have been run over by the carriage...

when Pascal stood up, Serge slowly approached the blond with a heavy heart and the urge to cry, "Gilbert...Gilbert..." he called out in a whisper.

Patricia felt sorry for Serge. Serge has sacrificed a lot for his 'angel' and has given him everything...Moreover, Serge is the boy that she also loves. Pat could only stay silent, clutching her own chest and Pascal rushed to stand beside his younger sister, calming her down by patting her back.

"...Gilbert...I'm...I'm here..." the dark skinned boy said in quivering voice grabbing Gilbert's hand gently and hold them in his. He felt Gilbert's vein in his wrist throb gently, indicating the presence of life existing within the blond.

Serge felt tears start to forming in both eyes and he pull Gilbert's hand close to his face and cry.

The cry is getting louder it become a hard sobbing. He clutched Gilbert's hand more and hid his face in the sheets, "Serge..." Pat reach her hand out and approach closer.

Pascal let his sister walk towards Serge and she's kneeling down behind him. Patricia gently run her fingers through Serge's thick dark locks, she placed her hands on his back, leaning her head on it and close her eyes. Her own tears start flowing down and she clutched onto Serge's shirt.

'Ah damn...I shouldn't cry..' Pascal thought seeing the sight in front of him. He turn around to took off his round glasses and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. He doesn't want to be seen crying again.

Soon the room is filled with Serge's sobbing...

{Teen couples without transportation and those from different school districts face challenges similar to long-distance relationships.

This rhyming poem showcases what happens when the space becomes too much for young love to endure.

Time is pushing us away,

It's tearing us apart.

I wish I knew a way to stay,

But it was inevitable from the start.

The distance is too great.

The stress is just too much.

I feel we are fighting fate,

But I no longer feel the rush.

It's not your fault,

My willpower is gone.

Our time is at a halt,

I see it's all gone wrong.

I hope you understand

The way I feel inside.

I want your loving hands,

But need them by my side}

After days, Serge decided to go back to work. he began to look for money back which had been consumed for drinks and drugs. he returned to lifting heavy items such as sacks, cardboard and even wood.

Seeing Serge like that, doesn't it remind us of his late father, Aslan? who also worked hard for little Paiva and Serge years ago. no one knows that Serge is a child of blue blood aka a noble family because of the color of his skin and half Romani.

"Hey, watch where you're going!"

"Stop zoning around!"

"You, brown kid! Get that rocks in the bucket over here!"

Serge received many harsh words, but he remained persistent in his work.

he wanted to take Gilbert away…immediately!

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This time it was Patricia who looked after Gilbert while Serge was away. Pascal couldn't stay long because he also had business to do. Patricia, had an early return, so she could look after Gilbert.

Her arrival was certainly very welcome because Patricia is a beautiful girl. who does not want to receive the arrival of a beautiful girl???

Patricia was standing by the open window, taking in the top-down view. She hoped that Gilbert would accept her existence…she really wanted to find out about Gilbert.

Is it true that Gilbert is not like what Serge's friends rumored to be? She hoped that he would accept her around him. Then, someone knocked on the door and Patricia greeted whoever was behind the door "come in!~"

after the door opened, it turned out to be one of the women who lived there, "ah, sorry to disturb your time, miss! here...I have some soup for that beautiful roommate of your friend. Please make sure he eat, okay? " the woman said offering the soup.

"Ah, thank you so much, ma'am!" She exclaimed with a smile and small bow, accepting the soup and the door close again. Patricia slowly brought the warm soup and placed it on the small table. She wiped the spoon with a small napkin and set it right beside the soup.

"Hn..-hnn..."

Patricia was startled when she heard Gilbert grunt. he looked back and saw Gilbert's brow furrowed, he moved his hand and held his own head hissing.

Gilbert felt a little dizzy and he grunted again. when he looked to the side, his eyes slightly widened when he saw a girl.

not Serge, but a girl. Not Camille too.

when the girl wanted to say something, the blond opened his mouth first

"...Patricia...?"

Patricia felt a bit of fear and anxiety, but also happy because this was the first time Gilbert had called her name. His voice sound so melodious when he's in his normal state.

"H-Hi, Gilbert."

The blond trying to sit up but he winced loudly and flop down on his back again, "P-please be careful! Your wounds isn't recovering yet." She said worriedly, walking to the bed and help the blond to lay down comfortably again.

Patricia was about to adjust Gilbert's shirt until her hand is being held by him making her flinch, "ah-?!"

Gilbert's hand is beautiful. pale, slender fingers, just like a woman's hand but larger. His eyes are green and staring into the distance but she can see her own reflection in there. He's staring at her, "Gilbert? Wh-what's wrong?"

"...where is Serge?" He asked.

"Serge? Ah..he's working and he told me to look out for you."

Gilbert sigh and release her hand. She pull her hand back to her chest, heart beating loud inside her ribs and face blushing a bit

'..his hand is so soft...and cold.'

"Umm...Gilbert, are you hungry? People who lives here bring a soup for you. Please, eat a little." She said bringing the soup with the spoon.

"Feed me." The blond said.

"Eh?"

He turned his head to her direction again and repeat what he just say, "Feed me. I have no strenght to do it myself."

"I...

o-okay, I'll do it." Patricia murmured and she goes to sit on the edge of the bed, holding the soup with the spoon. She scooped some of the warm liquid, slowly bring it closer to his mouth. She noticed the soup is still steamy so she bring it closer to her mouth and gently blowing it.

Gilbert, seeing her showing her care for him reminds him of Serge. This is the first time a girl actually cares for him. Gilbert know someone from his childhood: a sweet woman named Sophia. She is the first woman who willing to play with him, laugh with him.

"Here." Patricia says, bring the spoon back to him and he accepted it, opening his mouth and slurped the soup in.

his green eyes never looked away from Patricia. even though she was nervous, Patricia was still willing to help him.

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when Patricia is washing the used bowl and spoon, she heard Gilbert speak again

"Patricia, why do you...care about me?"

That question made Patricia pause for a moment,

"...I've caused Serge a lot of trouble. A pure girl like you shouldn't care about me who already corrupted by sin and lust.." his tone is flat. it was as if Gilbert had no hope of continuing

"I'm just a burden to him.. I can't love him the way he loves me...you fell in love with him, right? Patricia.

I've seen and heard it myself." After washing the dishes in the small sink, Patricia's eyes wide open and her mouth half open. Water dripping down from her fingertips to the sink, '..he knows..?'

"And it looks like Serge also loves you. He seems more interested in you than me. would you take my place?

love Serge just like how I wish to love him." Patricia then turned around, she drew closer to Gilbert and looked at him deeply

"Please don't say that, Gilbert...! I do love Serge but only as a friend. Serge...Serge loves you more than anything! he needs you more. he has no one to love and protect..! that's why...

he always tries to make you happy..!"

Gilbert shook his head, eyebrows furrowed and look away to the floor "non...you have become prettier and mature. You are the lady he need-"

"No, Gilbert. YOU are prettier than me, than anyone else." She grabbed his hand and clutched it, "...I know you are a good person, Gilbert.

You...You're just scared, right? Please don't be scared. You have people who needs you.

Serge needs you."

{She gathered her strength, the poet in her

came out from the gloam

Ink soaked she wrote, in different tones

She was words, she was notes

She was a castle and even a moat

She kept herself alive, she did not die

Parts of her personality she tamed not to cry

One for love and one for creativity}

Gilbert stared at her for a moment before he hold her hand back making her startled because he suddenly pulls her close. She can feel his warm breath, the gentle breathing of his, his aroma.

"If you're not scared of me, then...kiss me." this brings back memories from the past, where Patricia also asked Serge to kiss her if he thought she's beautiful with all of her body.

|If you think I'm beautiful, kiss me|

|If you're not scared of me, kiss me|

The same words...

Patricia, not saying anything, slowly lean in and the blond close his eyes. Her eyes move to his lips and she admired how red and kissable they are. It's the same as Serge's lips, just a bit smaller and more curved.

She tilted her head, closing her eyelids too and...

They kissed.

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#gilbert cocteau #kaze to ki no uta #kazeki #keiko takemiya #serge battour #shoujo #the poem of the wind and the trees #serge x gilbert #fanfiction #80s #pascal biquet #patricia biquet #takemiya keiko #竹宮惠子 #agnus dei #dove of happiness #Gilbert deserve better #please love him

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#5

I'm just kidding, I understand that in the beginning it's not easy to understand why Gilbert acts like that, I also didn't like him very much when I watched the OVA for the first time without having read the manga before.

15 notes • Posted 2021-01-31 20:03:21 GMT

#4

Gilbert serenading Serge

Gilbert: I'm gonna sing a song for you right now.

Serge: *listen carefully*

Gilbert: It's called "My Life so Far"

Gilbert: *Cleans his throat and take a deep breath*

Gilbert: *SCREAMS*

17 notes • Posted 2021-04-14 11:40:38 GMT

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Thanks to Takemiya Keiko for further increasing my strange obsession with Pascal x Carl with illustrations like this

27 notes • Posted 2021-01-27 17:18:30 GMT

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69 notes • Posted 2021-07-14 01:52:13 GMT

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This image warms my heart ~

Conclusion: I only posted things about KazeKi during all year

#my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

[angelicalacrimae]

assigning songs to gilbert x serge just to feel something pt 2

(serge @/gilbert)

#i was reading the manga and a friend pointed out gilbert's eating habits #it was... something #kaze to ki no uta #gilbert cocteau #serge battour #Spotify