inspired by au art by Gyodragon which sort of made the berserk universe the plot of a movie.
This is sort of weird and unedited but -here, have it regardless.
Oh right and I thought it would be funny if the actor’s personalities didn’t match the characters (atleast on the surface). So ooc warning I guess.
But their names are still the same.
Griffith sprawled across the bench, faux-leather covered
helmet in one hand, fanning himself with a clipboard as he waited for someone
to come and help him out of the sweaty, full-body costume he had had to wear
for the scene. He held out the hand holding the clipboard in front of him for a
moment, examining the detailed acrylic talons.
The bench creaked a little as Guts came and sat down beside
him. He had already changed into sweatpants and slung a towel around his
shoulders, choosing to forgo a shirt as usual.
Griffith sighed and scooted away a little.
Guts raised an eyebrow and proceeded to close the distance.
Griffith turned to him with an annoyed glare. “Don’t sit so
close to me! It’s fucking boiling in here.”
Guts smirked but obediently moved away a little. “Maybe it’s
just me.”
“Is that honestly the best you can do?”
“No. But I can demonstrate the best I can do if you give me a time and a place.”
“Honestly, after the scene we just shot could you please lay
off the innuendos for a little bit?”
Guts inclined his head and leaned back away, looking at him
sideways with a slightly thoughtful expression. “Yeah. You seemed sort of
bothered today. Made more mistakes than usual too.”
Griffith leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, a
slight crease between his brows.He went over the words again in his head- than usual. “Wouldn’t anyone be? It’s really quite
disturbing. I honestly never paid attention to this part of the script when they signed me up
for this project.” He bit his lip before continuing, “This is the first time
I’ve shot something I don’t want my mother to see. She’s going to be so upset … didn’t want me to take up this show right from the
beginning.”
Guts scoffed “See, I get it about the scene being dark and
all but I honestly don’t get the deal with your mother. If she doesn’t like it
she doesn’t like it. So what? You’re old enough to make your own decisions and
if she isn’t down with that, then that’s her problem.”
Griffith didn’t respond, just shook his head weakly.
He raised himself up and looked up at Guts for a moment
before staring at his hands again. “No it’s not that. I understand what she
means. It’s just that this is so different from the sort of things I usually do
that she thinks the image change might affect my employability.”
Guts raised an eyebrow. “No offence dude but the sort of
stuff you usually do is sort of crappy. When we started here, I was afraid of
touching you for fear of causing violins to go off in the background.”
Griffith laughed a little. “ You don’t like violins?”
“Make my ears bleed. Screechy little things.”
Griffith grinned. “ You’ve never actually been to a proper
recital, have you?” He stretched a little, as much as the body suit would allow-
before leaning back on one hand. “The thing about all those roles is that they
were easy, pleasant. There was no need to exert yourself, to change the way you
think and walk. No fear of slipping too far into a character. So simple . So
chaste. Just gentle romance. Maybe a fight scene here and there. The fans were
wonderful too. Adoring and devoted.”
Guts expression softened as he was speaking, eyes narrowing
with a brief hint of worry towards the end. “You hated every moment of it
didn’t you?”
Griffith started and jerked himself upright, facing him with a look of
surprise. “What makes you think that?”
Guts hesitated a little, biting the edge of his lip momentarily. “Just something in your face.” He
saw Griffith begin to open his mouth to respond and sped forward. “Actually there’s something
I’ve been meaning to ask you for sometime now- ”
“Hey Guts! I thought I’d asked you to not take the
prosthetics off on your own.”
They turned around to see Judeau from costuming saunter up
to the bench with his giant green work bag.
Guts frowned a little at being inturrupted but grinned when
he saw Judeau. “Sorry they were itchy as hell, couldn’t help peeling them off.”
“Finally.” Griffith groaned and stood up so that Judeau could begin to take the costume apart piece
by piece. By the time he was done Griffith was left wearing
the rather sweat soaked T-shirt and shorts he had been wearing under the costume all
along.
“Should I remove the makeup for you too or will you do that
on your own?” Judeau asked pointing at Griffith’s eyes.
“ It’s okay I can do it myself.” Griffith dipped his head, pulling
his hair back into a ponytail. He leaned over to look at Judeau’s watch. “Ah
shit. It’s already pretty late. I’ll
head back after this. See you guys tomorrow.”
As he watched him go Guts wondered when he’d get a chance to
ask about the bruises he’d seen in the green room three days ago.