[★ dream oo6]
The soft tinkling of bells rushed through the quiet, grassy patch of earth in one of the various gardens. The bell more than likely belonged to the youngest Bezarius cat, Dinah, who was oftentimes roaming the grounds in search of something interesting. It was breezy that day, making any noise drift far more than it normally would. The sun was high in the sky and the only shelter from the heat was beneath the shade of a large tree, near nestled away on the corner of the grounds before the woods began. The tree stuck out from most, due to its size and placement amongst the grassy, rolling field. It was the perfect spot to hide away.
“Ada~ Are you still awake?”
Oz cracked one eye open, curious to see if his younger sister was still conscious. The last time he had dared to open his eyes, the little blonde girl had been attempting to read something to her cat before Dinah had decided to hop off, much to the third party’s pleasure. Now, as his green gaze settled upon her, the answer was obvious.
The small girl was curled up in a ball, much like a cat, nestled against his side. Her usually neat and done-up hair was messily strewn in every which way, framing her youthful face as she slumbered. One of her hands was clutching lightly at the side of her older brother’s shirt, all the while using his side as a makeshift pillow. It was a pleasant sight.
“Ah…” Oz trailed off, voice quieting and filled with enlightenment.
The heat usually did that to the young trio. On hot days like these, when it was unbearable to reside in the household, they ventured off outside and found this spot. In the shade, with the wind lightly blowing, it was their secret garden.
“Gil, I’m thirsty,” Oz whispered after a moment. His gaze pried itself off the cluster of branches above to briefly look over to his left to the servant boy beside him.
He hadn’t been expecting the small boy to be sleeping as well. “…Lazy,” Oz commented with a natural warmth to his voice as he observed the younger sleeping. It was almost funny in a way, how he always held the same expression on his face, even as he slept. Unwavering loyalty, shyness, and that hidden fear that a cat would appear out of nowhere. Oz never understood the cat fear, though. However, to any onlookers, the sight probably would have appeared normal, and Gil’s face just one of a sleeping person. But to Oz, he knew that face better than anyone else.
“Mm…I suppose I should sleep as well.” Sleep until the maids finally found them. It wouldn’t take too long.
A yawn escaped Oz as he shifted both his arms. One came to curl around his sister, pulling her closer in hopes that she’d become more comfortable. His other came to rest haphazardly beside Gilbert’s, almost interwoven as his hand splayed comfortably over the cool skin of the other’s.
It was days like these that the smiles weren’t fake, and that he was actually happy.
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[ a bit of stirring and rolling about on the bed before the Dreamberry turns on, reflecting in the darkness off Oz's eyes. He's apparently awake, or at least just waking up, hair ruffled from sleep, and clutching a pillow lightly to his chest, just as he had his sister ]
...Hm?