Re: To light you to bed [3/?]
anonymous
October 15 2009, 20:33:17 UTC
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Believe in the future and move forwards! - The words of a famous super hero from some comic or other; Marvel, DC or otherwise. Since Alfred was the hero no matter what it only made sense that he should practice the ability to be blindly optimistic.
It was with this hope in mind that Alfred prepared himself for the next world meeting.
“Arthur, I’m going to the world meeting now, alright? If you need anything - ”
“Oh no, I’ll be fine, just fine,” Arthur cut through him tersely. Alfred could hear the loathing on his voice; it made him inwardly wince.
“Arthur...”
“Alfred?” Arthur’s gave him an empty smile.
There was a monster inside of him, surging up from the pit of his stomach to his throat, threatening to escape via his mouth; the source of all misfortune. Alfred struggled to keep the beast at bay but it was a futile effort. What was he yelling? What was Arthur yelling back? He ripped the new map of the world from Arthur’s accusing hands, shredding it to pieces with more maliciousness than he had ever felt since the revolutionary war.
How could Arthur be ashamed? How dare he? He was now part of the richest, most powerful country in the world. How could he possibly be ashamed?
Alfred’s fists clenched, nails biting into skin, digging into pink flesh until he almost drew blood.
Unfair. Unfair. How could Arthur be so cruel?
“You’re just bitter even though it was your stupidity that got you into this recession mess in the first place!”
Unfair. Unfair Why the hell should he be forced to feel bad about things that were not even his fault? This was his boss’ decision not his, so how could Arthur blame him? It was so unfair. So gut-wrenchingly cruel.
“But you’re loving it, aren’t you?” Arthur hissed.
How could he be so ungrateful? So selfish? Alfred wanted to wrap his fingers around that thin neck and snap it in two.
“You would have died if not for me! You would have passed away just like your brothers! I saved you!”
How could he be so unfair?
“Better to die with honour than to be a poodle to America!”
“Then die! See if I care!” Alfred slammed the door shut, almost tearing it off of its hinges. He stormed down the drive, trying to fight back the urge to do something dangerous, something that he would surely regret. Inside him hatred churned with guilt; a bitter concoction that would not settle at the bottom of his belly but kept rising to his throat, making him feel dizzy and sick.
He hated Arthur. He had done so much for him, he had extended a hand to save him and yet all he had received in reward was abuse, accusations and mistrust.
Why could he not be happy? Alfred wanted to grab him by his shoulders and demand to know just why he was not happy. Was he locking him away? Was he being overbearing? Neglectful? Cruel? Abusive? No. So then why...
Believe in the future and move forwards! - The words of a famous super hero from some comic or other; Marvel, DC or otherwise. Since Alfred was the hero no matter what it only made sense that he should practice the ability to be blindly optimistic.
It was with this hope in mind that Alfred prepared himself for the next world meeting.
“Arthur, I’m going to the world meeting now, alright? If you need anything - ”
“Oh no, I’ll be fine, just fine,” Arthur cut through him tersely. Alfred could hear the loathing on his voice; it made him inwardly wince.
“Arthur...”
“Alfred?” Arthur’s gave him an empty smile.
There was a monster inside of him, surging up from the pit of his stomach to his throat, threatening to escape via his mouth; the source of all misfortune. Alfred struggled to keep the beast at bay but it was a futile effort. What was he yelling? What was Arthur yelling back? He ripped the new map of the world from Arthur’s accusing hands, shredding it to pieces with more maliciousness than he had ever felt since the revolutionary war.
How could Arthur be ashamed? How dare he? He was now part of the richest, most powerful country in the world. How could he possibly be ashamed?
Alfred’s fists clenched, nails biting into skin, digging into pink flesh until he almost drew blood.
Unfair. Unfair. How could Arthur be so cruel?
“You’re just bitter even though it was your stupidity that got you into this recession mess in the first place!”
Unfair. Unfair Why the hell should he be forced to feel bad about things that were not even his fault? This was his boss’ decision not his, so how could Arthur blame him? It was so unfair. So gut-wrenchingly cruel.
“But you’re loving it, aren’t you?” Arthur hissed.
How could he be so ungrateful? So selfish? Alfred wanted to wrap his fingers around that thin neck and snap it in two.
“You would have died if not for me! You would have passed away just like your brothers! I saved you!”
How could he be so unfair?
“Better to die with honour than to be a poodle to America!”
“Then die! See if I care!” Alfred slammed the door shut, almost tearing it off of its hinges. He stormed down the drive, trying to fight back the urge to do something dangerous, something that he would surely regret. Inside him hatred churned with guilt; a bitter concoction that would not settle at the bottom of his belly but kept rising to his throat, making him feel dizzy and sick.
He hated Arthur. He had done so much for him, he had extended a hand to save him and yet all he had received in reward was abuse, accusations and mistrust.
Why could he not be happy? Alfred wanted to grab him by his shoulders and demand to know just why he was not happy. Was he locking him away? Was he being overbearing? Neglectful? Cruel? Abusive? No. So then why...
Why...
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