Staying up (Gilbert)

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“Up.”

This notion was simply given all the reply it was going to recieve with a grunt and the rustling of a thin mattress as the charge turned over from the unnatural position he had been sleeping in for the past couple of hours. It wasn’t like Matthew to be so uncompliant with the rules, but he had technically only gotten around two hours of sleep for what he assumed was the night time, considering most of the mutants and guards appeared in a more relaxed and lethargic state the last time he checked. In truth there was no practical way to judge what was night and what was day other than perhaps the varying in moods of everyone involved in this place. They could honestly all fall asleep at different times and nobody would know the difference between night and day. But for the sake of having an accomplishment for once, Matthew was going to say that he pulled an all nighter. He had only fallen asleep after the breakfast that he didn’t recieve was given to those who ‘deserved it’, truly exhausted for no fault other than his own.

So in this sight, he did stay awake for the entire night, mostly bored with the goings on of the other mutants whom had mostly been asleep due to the time of day, but he had done it. And he was able to feel his first notion of pride, something he probably hadn’t felt in years. He had been in control of his own life for once and even though it pretty much harmed him more than it did any good, Matthew was so proud he might have just strutted  around the cell for no reason. Well, if he had been awake that is.

While he had pulled the stunt to actually feel something other than the overwhelming feeling of hopelessness and dizzying despair that had come and gone for a while, completely foreign to him since he was usually so peaceful and not liking to dwell on self-pity, he truly could not wake up at this moment in time. Even the order had provoked nothing more than the useless fight against his own eyelids which felt like someone had attached hundred pound weights to them, completely unbending in the fight to pull them awake for more than a few seconds at a time. So he had given up, probably a really bad mistake to do to people whom are in charge of what happens to you, but still one he let slip through his usually immaculate sense of rationality. So this is what being tired did to you.

It was quiet for a few moments, something that sent a distant part of Matthew that was awake to high alert, trying desperately to contact any part of him that was conscious to react to the danger that he sensed. However he was too dead tired to care anyway and therefore didn’t notice anything.

BANG

In an instant he was rolling with the uncoiled ease of an animal, eyes wide and searching and every sense wide awake to detect any immediate danger and do something about it. Relaxing a bit when nothing attacked him after the first few crazed heartbeats, he shifted his gaze to the bars of his cell where a few guards were staring in with sardonic smirks or the bored annoyance at having to be anywhere near a mutant in the first place. Yeah, well that made two of them then.

“Pourqoui, singe muet?” He asked calmly, his eyes wide in mock innocence hoping that none of these oafs spoke French or at least his words didn’t borderline any language they did understand. Straightening up from the crouching position he had taken up on the floor, he stretched the muscles in his back and arms, not even glancing at the guards again as he continued to take his good sweet time with getting ready.

“Hurry up, will you?” One grumbled, assuming just like the rest of them that Matthew was either really stupid or just happened to be so compliant that he would just jump into whatever order they gave him. Instead of answering him, he continued to move slower than what could be thought possible while throwing even more time away by massaging his leg which had fallen asleep and was now painfully tingling with every ticking heartbeat. He seemed to make time stop as he put the heels of his hands into his eyes and wiped away the last bit of sleep remaining with the hopes that wherever he was going he could just simply take up where he left off. Maybe they would be just moving him to a different cell so they could clean this one, something that was much more pleasant to think about than any alternative. Even better would be if they put him by himself in a cell, at least for a little while so he could catch up on his sleep and not worry about helping anyone else, an instinct that was sure to kick in if they happened to stumble into a cellmate. While Matthew didn’t want to be alone again for as long as the last time, he still couldn’t help but wish for a little sleep and companionship was most definitely not the direct cure for that.

He couldn’t keep everything at bay forever though and slowly he walked closer to the bars, glancing up at them with a plain expression of mock confusion. These guys had annoyed him already, and Matthew was as sure as hell not going to make this job easier for any of them, even if it meant he had to act as stupid as the unfeeling walls around them. Besides, he was still placing his bets with the fact that they wouldn’t hit him too hard with the thought of something big coming up, whatever it was. So he took his time, lifting his arms up for them to place the cuffs on him after a few times at getting them to say the command to him again and finally allowing it to happen with a small kick to get him moving. Oh how wonderful Mattie was at wasting people’s time.

Wiping the small smirk quickly off his features, he allowed them to push and prod him along quickly after taking so much time that could be spent elsewhere. Although Mattie didn’t mind, used to this type of behavior, and knowing that he deserved it for being so slow even if these guys did deserve everything thrown at them especially when they could be such idiots. He wouldn’t vocalize any complaint as long as they didn’t hit too hard and he knew that they wouldn’t, not today at least. They tugged him along for what seemed like only a few moments before they shoved him in front of a cell, quickly taking off his cuffs and throwing him within to the sound of a locked door behind him.

“Ni cul ni tête.” He grumbled, squeezing his eyes shut. So he wasn’t going to get beat up afterall. Well, that might still be a possibilty, but it was always better to look on the bright side.

Tag: Gilbert Beilschmidt  --- Word Count: 1197
Notes:I am so, so sorry for the lateness of this ;w; enter as you will
Translations: why dumb monkey and something about being inconsiderate/not very nice

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Gilbert was not the kind of mutant to spend his free time sleeping. He would not bash those that slept their days and nights away in the Underground, but Gilbert could never do that. What was the point in living if he spent it sleeping? Sure their life in the Underground was bleak and hella boring when the guards left them alone, but just sleeping it away seemed like giving up and accepting defeat to Gilbert. He did not give up and like hell he ever accepted defeat without one hell of a fight. So although he tended to be a lazy person and back in his school days he loved taking naps to procrastinate on homework and what not that he was supposed to be working on, it was rare to see him sleeping in his cell any time after breakfast and before dinner. Gilbert spent his days chatting with his cellmates, or yelling down the hall if his friends were near. If there was no outlet of discussion, he would dedicate his time to creating intricate ice sculptures. There was always an endless outlet for his boredom by challenging himself to make more and more complex sculptures with his powers.

Today, however, was an exception to the norm. The past few weeks had been rather emotionally draining for Gilbert. There had been happy, fun days hanging out with Hamish and his brother, getting to know his brother's best friend, and meeting an interesting new guard that turned out to be someone causing trouble. But then there were also the crazy days. He saw Antonio again for the first time in over ten years and had cried for Christ's sake, but then he had reconciled of sorts with the man, learned that he had not been hated over the years and he still had one of his childhood friends despite their separation and differences in genetics. But then not long after he had been called to the head guard's office only to discover she was the grown up version of his first friend ever that he had thought was a boy. Yeah that had been a trip. Then there was the arena fight followed by meeting Alfred again in a new persona, their awkward talk that turned into a heart-to-heart with the kid promising to help get Ludwig out... Yeah Gilbert had a crazy past couple of weeks and it made sleeping at night difficult, since his thoughts were always all over the place.

After a restless night, Gilbert found it easier to fall asleep for a nap after breakfast. Exhausted and with a full stomach, sleep had been easy to slip into. It was truly a testament to how tired he was that he was still peacefully sleeping when the guards arrived with his new cellmate. The rattling of keys and the creak of the cell door made him stir slightly, but it was not till Matthew muttered that Gilbert really entered the world of wakefulness. He sat up, his vision blurry with sleep, and assessed that there was indeed someone else in his cell. When had they changed out his last cell mate? Oh right last night. He grunted and fell back onto his cot, curling into his blanket with a whine, and much too lazy to wake up enough to assess who was with him. The build was too small to be Ludwig, which was all that mattered to his hazy mind. "Don't kill me in my sleep," he mumbled, waving an arm in the arm for a moment before it dropped down and hung over the edge of the cot.

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Tags: @maple ; SO Idk if we were defs on for them already being friends or not but i still wanted to reply and didn't want to assume thing so i copped out with sleepy Gil uwu so yeah Im pretty sure we were going for them already being friends and Gil being all missed your face wait ive seen your face n stuff but I WANTED TO MAKE SURE BUT YOU WERENT ON SO YEAH forgive me

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Matthew could never quite wrap his mind around why the guards would treat all the mutants as roughly as they did; shoving them and hitting them any other time they could afford. While they did leave them alone during the times when auctions came around, bruises still took a while to fade and damaged mental states such as paranoia and anxiety took even longer. It was just like a zoo down here with everyone like a creature that was destined to be locked up in a cage and growl and scratch at each other every time it hit their mood. He had never liked poorly run zoos like this, even the slightest evidence that it was falling down on the maintenance of it's livestock enough to provoke Matthew's frustration and ambition to try to help every single creature.

Yet, how ironic it was that he was the creature locked in the poorly run down circus that would be his fate until they got tired of him and decided he wasn't worth the extra space. Matthew refused to dwell on that though, even as he leaned against the cold iron bars and wiped the last traces of sleep clinging to his eyes. He wouldn't, couldn’t accept any fate until it stared him down directly. Besides there was no reason for one to dwell on the possibility of what could happen if you couldn't change it anyway. Matthew was a mutant, and at the moment stuck down here in this hole with everyone else. There was no changing it and he had learned to accept it as much as he could.

Pale eyes swirling with just the hint of purple at the surprise of movement somewhere in front of him, he watched with a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes while Gilbert flicked a casual hand at him and mumbled something about not killing him in his sleep before passing out again. There was something too familiar about those motions for him to actually feel the sunny emotions of amusement and mirth at the expense of a mutant he had met on occasion and liked fairly well. Sometimes memories were just too much present to be pushed aside for small moments.

He forced his mind to count to ten before he moved again, automatically resorting back to the old days of sneaking around to rely on not waking his new roomate up from a well-deserved slumber. It was just a common courtesy that Matthew had made up to automatically agree that anyone sleeping more than you deserved it, especially since you were never quite sure about what they had endured the past few days before you met them. It was a relief that Gilbert was a more familiar face though, considering it was always hard to get used to someone you had never met before and to try and learn to trust them.

With the silent expanse of holding his breath over with, Matthew finally slid forward into the cell and took a few careful steps towards the edge of the other bed nearby. While he could still go for a long nap that would take up the rest of the day, he was wary of inconveniencing his new roomate by just appearing here without so much as an explanation.

While explanations were usually rare in the first place, it was probably even more unsettling to find someone asleep in the other bed without remembering them coming into your room. It was an inconvenience that Matthew felt was something that was unfair, and something to be avoided if possible. So he sat placidly on the bed, making as much movement as he dared in the fight to keep himself awake enough not to be completely incoherent but not enough movement to disturb the other inhabitant. It was needless to say that there was a lot of yawning and falling asleep sitting up, a skill along with sleeping standing up that Matthew was able to master as a younger kid. So he sat like a statue, not really staring at anything and chewing at his lip as his eyes drooped periodically and the occasionally dream slipped into the waking world to create a wild hallucination that wasn’t always entirely fun when trying to keep still. It wasn’t until the thought of the bread he had managed to slip into his pocket crossed his mind that the first real signs of life appeared in his motions.

It had been a day since he had hidden the bread, figuring he would find use for it later, something he was always doing without need since he was never sure when they were moving his cells and his food was left behind. However they usually left him no choice but to leave his stashes when they hurried him along to wherever he was going, not really getting a chance to pack anything that he had might have wanted to keep with him. In fact, this was one of the reasons he had taken to keeping his glasses constantly on his face, even though he technically only needed them for reading and could see somewhat without them. But blurry vision when trying to see something was a nuisance that was unnecessary when they had let him keep them in the first place, so Matthew had kept them and had hoped and prayed that he wouldn’t lose them since he knew he wouldn’t get another pair.

He quickly pulled out the chunk of bread now, hungrily picking at the few moldy spots and scratching them off. While the government may have wanted to treat him like an animal, Matthew still refused to be tasteless and often found himself wasting needless amounts of food over the fact that he couldn't bring himself to eat some of the atrocities they decided to feed him. Yet, here was a perfectly decent piece of bread that was practically his saving grace for something to focus on while he waited for Gilbert to wake up. Bringing the bread as close as he dared, he breathed in it’s still slightly fresh scent only to open his eyes to the sleeping form of Gilbert.

Instinct took over in an instant and before he could change his mind to fearfully sit there for the next few hours with bread in hand and sleepless eyes watching, Matthew crossed the small expanse and hit Gilbert as hard as he dared in the shoulder. He didn't want to exactly hurt him, but he wanted to wake him up, even if that had been a bad idea with some of his past few roommates.

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Notes: 

I am so, so sorry about this entire post. I'm also really sorry about not being around for us to discuss this in more detail, I feel really bad about leaving you hanging like that and I promise It'll be better since I'll try to be on a bit more. Let me know if there is anything in this post that doesn't match up and I'll go change it. I am so sorry about the lateness, quality, and everything else, let me know if we need to discuss anything.

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Gilbert was experiencing a nice relaxed and dreamless sleep, riding the fence between a deep slumber and a light nap. In the back of his mind he remained aware of his surrounding, some semblance of conscious kept tabs on his new cellmate. As long as his cellmate did not do anything threatening to trigger that attention to wakefulness, Gilbert remained in a blissful carefree state. At least until a sharp smack hit his shoulder and pushed him out of his nice nap. He did not jerk up, however, rather he let out a loud and whiny groan as he rolled to his other side, away from his attacker. It had just been a smack to the shoulder, it was obviously someone that somewhat knew him and did not hate him or anything. No one in their right mind ever bothered someone they did not know while the other was sleeping.

Groggily, Gilbert sat up and stretched his arms into the air, grunting and whining as his blood got pumping. He shook his arms out then rubbed at his eyes to get his vision clear. Finally, he looked up to his cellmate. His first thought was, 'Alfred!? What are you doing here as a mutant undercover? That doesn't seem like a smart plan!' But then he realized, wait no Alfred's hair was pretty short and his eyes were bright blue and what the hell was his brain doing? Gilbert broke into a giant grin as he recognized Matthew. They had shared a cell a few times in the past and had gotten along well enough that Gilbert had come to consider him a friend. He was also a cute dude, and that never hurt in Gilbert's books.

"Matty!" He exclaimed cheerfully as he jumped up and pulled the other man into a tight hug. It had been a while since he last saw the kid, so it was only right that he got a warm (as warm as Gilbert could be at least) welcome. Gilbert snickered and ruffled his soft hair. "How have you been, looking as skinny as ever. Haven't been getting into trouble have you? Man you wouldn't believe how weird it is seeing you again! There's this guy that-" He paused. Should he really be talking about the oddity that was Alfred? Well, it was not like Matthew was going to rat out some random guy that was helping Gilbert out. Not to mention it was really weird how similar the two looked. "Yeah so I met this guy that literally had your face like, it was crazy man. Almost thought you were him until I realized wait a second what would that kid be doing in the Underground pretending to be a mutant- wait no that's Matty whoops!" He cackled and pinched Matthew's cheek. "Have any evil twins you wanna tell your favorite Gilbert about?"

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