Alfred's Moving Castle [2a/?]
anonymous
August 15 2009, 00:19:20 UTC
Just for clarification, Elizaveta=Hungary, and of course, Roderich=Austria. ------------------------------- Elizaveta was pretty. Not that she’d ever thought about it when she was younger, since she was much too busy being a tomboy and making fun of her younger brother who for some reason people always mistook for a girl (even her, sometimes). Now she was all grown up, and working in a bakery near the market square. This was supposedly a good thing, from what her employer had said, since all the men in the area flocked to this specific bakery all to get something from Elizaveta. And it was a well-paying job, too.
Not that it didn’t get tiring sometimes, especially during festival days, and there was literally a crowd of men all calling for her attention, all wanted to be handed a pastry specifically from her and trying to go out with her. And wondering however did Roderich manage to drag that piano into the shop.
This time, however, she was being shooed to the back because ‘her sister was here to see her’. It took her a minute to realize they meant Arthur. She found him sitting away from everybody else on a stack of crates; looking the grumpiest she had ever seen him. And that was saying something.
“Okay, so what’s the matter? Mad that everybody probably forced you out of your exile in the hat shop to see your dearest sister?” she teased, standing in front of him. He gave her a look, and Elizaveta sighed. She sat down next to him. “What is the matter?”
So he told her. She blinked, staring at him for a minute. Then she jumped up in horror. “Arthur, what if that was the Wizard Alfred? They say he has really blue eyes and yellow hair!” He snorted at her, obviously not believing her.
“Aren’t wizards supposed to be more…I don’t know, talented? Because all this git could do was fly. Really, what kind of skill is that?”
Elizaveta frowned. “Obviously a wizardly skill! You have to be more careful; he could have stolen your heart! He likes to steals the hearts of young girls, or so they say.”
“Do I, Elizaveta, even remotely look like a girl to you?” her brother asked in a dangerous tone of voice. She wasn’t worried. If he tried to pick a fight, she would win-she had always been the more manlier of the two.
“Hey, you never know. And anyway,” she said at his deadly scowl in her direction, “you give off these really girly vibes. Maybe because you swing the other way?” she asked hopefully.
“I…What?” His eyebrows rose up high on his forehead, and she couldn’t help but watch for a few seconds. They looked like they were alive. And how did he get such thick eyebrows when he gave off such an aura of girliness?
“You know! Bat for the other team; prefer the back door entrance; queer; a fairy?”
Alfred's Moving Castle [2b/?]
anonymous
August 15 2009, 00:20:48 UTC
“What do my friends have to do with this?” Her brother really was hopeless. Though of course, coming from a man who said he could see fairies, was she really that surprised?
“Nothing at all, Arthur. Forget I ever said anything. Anyway, I must really get back to work.” It sounded like there was going to be an angry mob any second. “Just be careful, and watch out for wizards trying to steal your really girly heart!”
“I am not girly! And anyway, what the hell would a wizard want with my heart?” he asked her. She thought about it for a moment.
“I don’t know. You’re such an old man, Arthur. It’s probably dust.” She gathered her skirts and ran, grinning as she heard her brother let out a litany of curses. If that man had been Alfred, and Arthur had liked him as much as she thought (he had started blushing once he came into the story), maybe somebody’s heart would get stolen. Just not the way they were thinking. And she would be there ready to squee at it all and write it down.
Now, she had to go back and see if the crowd had decided to beat on poor Roderich. If they had, she might have to save him, the hopeless man. Maybe he would write her a new song if she did.
Arthur went home after that, to close up the hat shop. He lived above it, anyway, so it didn’t really matter how late he kept it open. It was dark and the street lamps were going on as he started to put away the displays. That’s when he heard the bell at the door ring.
“I’m sorry, we’re closed,” he said, looking up. A man, with long hair tied back in a ponytail, and a five o’clock shadow. He was dressed in the height of fashion, though you couldn’t really see it because for some awful, horrible reason there were red roses floating and twining about him. As the door closed Arthur caught the scent of a thousand roses.
“I know, mon cher. That is why I decided to stop by.”
Re: Alfred's Moving Castle [2b/?]
anonymous
August 16 2009, 00:53:44 UTC
i don't know howl's moving castle, but i'm still enjoying this fic. lol at how alfred is magically oriented and how arthur is, well, muggle-ish(?). and whoot, francis fashionably arrives! (where's matthew? D:) i can't wait to see the next part, anon. XD
Re: Alfred's Moving Castle [2b/?]
anonymous
August 16 2009, 06:35:18 UTC
Aheheahharhar, loving it so far, author!anon =D
Aw, Roderich and his piano seem so adorable here - oh Elizaveta! And you, Arthur, you're making me love you as Sophie more and more each time ~ Wonderful job!
Don't stop, author!anon - this fan here waits eagerly for more XD
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Elizaveta was pretty. Not that she’d ever thought about it when she was younger, since she was much too busy being a tomboy and making fun of her younger brother who for some reason people always mistook for a girl (even her, sometimes). Now she was all grown up, and working in a bakery near the market square. This was supposedly a good thing, from what her employer had said, since all the men in the area flocked to this specific bakery all to get something from Elizaveta. And it was a well-paying job, too.
Not that it didn’t get tiring sometimes, especially during festival days, and there was literally a crowd of men all calling for her attention, all wanted to be handed a pastry specifically from her and trying to go out with her. And wondering however did Roderich manage to drag that piano into the shop.
This time, however, she was being shooed to the back because ‘her sister was here to see her’. It took her a minute to realize they meant Arthur. She found him sitting away from everybody else on a stack of crates; looking the grumpiest she had ever seen him. And that was saying something.
“Okay, so what’s the matter? Mad that everybody probably forced you out of your exile in the hat shop to see your dearest sister?” she teased, standing in front of him. He gave her a look, and Elizaveta sighed. She sat down next to him. “What is the matter?”
So he told her. She blinked, staring at him for a minute. Then she jumped up in horror. “Arthur, what if that was the Wizard Alfred? They say he has really blue eyes and yellow hair!” He snorted at her, obviously not believing her.
“Aren’t wizards supposed to be more…I don’t know, talented? Because all this git could do was fly. Really, what kind of skill is that?”
Elizaveta frowned. “Obviously a wizardly skill! You have to be more careful; he could have stolen your heart! He likes to steals the hearts of young girls, or so they say.”
“Do I, Elizaveta, even remotely look like a girl to you?” her brother asked in a dangerous tone of voice. She wasn’t worried. If he tried to pick a fight, she would win-she had always been the more manlier of the two.
“Hey, you never know. And anyway,” she said at his deadly scowl in her direction, “you give off these really girly vibes. Maybe because you swing the other way?” she asked hopefully.
“I…What?” His eyebrows rose up high on his forehead, and she couldn’t help but watch for a few seconds. They looked like they were alive. And how did he get such thick eyebrows when he gave off such an aura of girliness?
“You know! Bat for the other team; prefer the back door entrance; queer; a fairy?”
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“Nothing at all, Arthur. Forget I ever said anything. Anyway, I must really get back to work.” It sounded like there was going to be an angry mob any second. “Just be careful, and watch out for wizards trying to steal your really girly heart!”
“I am not girly! And anyway, what the hell would a wizard want with my heart?” he asked her. She thought about it for a moment.
“I don’t know. You’re such an old man, Arthur. It’s probably dust.” She gathered her skirts and ran, grinning as she heard her brother let out a litany of curses. If that man had been Alfred, and Arthur had liked him as much as she thought (he had started blushing once he came into the story), maybe somebody’s heart would get stolen. Just not the way they were thinking. And she would be there ready to squee at it all and write it down.
Now, she had to go back and see if the crowd had decided to beat on poor Roderich. If they had, she might have to save him, the hopeless man. Maybe he would write her a new song if she did.
Arthur went home after that, to close up the hat shop. He lived above it, anyway, so it didn’t really matter how late he kept it open. It was dark and the street lamps were going on as he started to put away the displays. That’s when he heard the bell at the door ring.
“I’m sorry, we’re closed,” he said, looking up. A man, with long hair tied back in a ponytail, and a five o’clock shadow. He was dressed in the height of fashion, though you couldn’t really see it because for some awful, horrible reason there were red roses floating and twining about him. As the door closed Arthur caught the scent of a thousand roses.
“I know, mon cher. That is why I decided to stop by.”
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Aw, Roderich and his piano seem so adorable here - oh Elizaveta! And you, Arthur, you're making me love you as Sophie more and more each time ~ Wonderful job!
Don't stop, author!anon - this fan here waits eagerly for more XD
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I want mooore XDDDD I loved the movie and I'm loving this!!
(pffffft france, I'm curious to what your going to do next~)
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Oh-so-lovely author!anon!!! <33 I love how everyone are so IC~ [And, oh, France, OH! You are perfect for the role of the witch!! lol]
Yay! Please keep going, writer!anon!! I give all my internets love for you~ :D
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