More Then Just the Sniffles [part 2/?]
anonymous
January 31 2010, 22:57:49 UTC
Author!anon hopes that this really doesn't turn out to be an epic fail. orz
-- Alfred made sure he was on the opposite side of the large house before he let the strangled cry of frustration pass over his lips. His hands went to his hair and his nails scraped painfully against his scalp as he pulled at the straw-yellow strands. His hands fell from his hair just as he turned and gave the innocent wall nearby a sharp kick. He ignored the pain in his toes as he leaned heavily against the wall and slid down it onto his rear end. He linked his arms around his knees and buried his face in them, taking a few deep breaths to try and calm himself down.
It wasn’t fair! Alfred wanted to spend time with Arthur, not Arthur and people he always spent time with! Why couldn’t they talk about all the political shit over letters or something?! Why were all the stupid government officials given special attention while he wasn’t given a second glance?! It wasn’t fair! He hated it!
The fingers on his arms tightened and he could feel his nails dig mercilessly into the flesh there, a tiny bit harder and the skin would break. It was a distraction, a lame distraction to take his attention away from the stinging at the corners of his eyes. He bit down on his lower lip and forced away the tears. He hated it, he really did. He wanted to prove to Arthur that he was doing well, that he was growing, that he was trying his best to gain his attention. He wanted nothing more than to have Arthur knowledge him and see him for the strength he already had. He wanted Arthur to be proud of him, to praise him. But how was he supposed to do that when Arthur hardly noticed him?
“It’s not fair,” Alfred murmured softly as he hugged himself tighter.
“Master Alfred?”
Alfred looked up sharply at the soft voice. The owner of the voice, a pretty young brunette who served in the home, smiled warmly at him. The smile wavered slightly as her eyes locked with his. She crouched down to his level, sweeping her skirt under her with her hand.
“Is there something wrong, Master Alfred?” she asked with a gentle, yet concerned, smile.
Alfred shook his head, “Nope! Nothing’s wrong!”
He grinned but she wasn’t convinced at all. She shook her head and settled against the wall next to him.
“There must be something wrong, you may be a bit on the rambunctious side but I know you wouldn’t kick a wall just for the fun of it.”
Alfred’s grin slipped. So she had seen his little fit?
“Are you sure you don’t want to tell me? Maybe I could help?” she asked, tilting her head a little to one side.
“I…no,” Alfred shook his head, “it’s nothing. I promise!”
“Alright,” she sighed, “if that is what you wish. But please try to remember that I’m willing to listen should you need me to.”
She planted a quick kiss to his forehead before standing and continuing off to whatever chores she had left. Alfred watched her leave then went back to his sulking posture. If only this problem was that easy to fix.
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Alfred made sure he was on the opposite side of the large house before he let the strangled cry of frustration pass over his lips. His hands went to his hair and his nails scraped painfully against his scalp as he pulled at the straw-yellow strands. His hands fell from his hair just as he turned and gave the innocent wall nearby a sharp kick. He ignored the pain in his toes as he leaned heavily against the wall and slid down it onto his rear end. He linked his arms around his knees and buried his face in them, taking a few deep breaths to try and calm himself down.
It wasn’t fair! Alfred wanted to spend time with Arthur, not Arthur and people he always spent time with! Why couldn’t they talk about all the political shit over letters or something?! Why were all the stupid government officials given special attention while he wasn’t given a second glance?! It wasn’t fair! He hated it!
The fingers on his arms tightened and he could feel his nails dig mercilessly into the flesh there, a tiny bit harder and the skin would break. It was a distraction, a lame distraction to take his attention away from the stinging at the corners of his eyes. He bit down on his lower lip and forced away the tears. He hated it, he really did. He wanted to prove to Arthur that he was doing well, that he was growing, that he was trying his best to gain his attention. He wanted nothing more than to have Arthur knowledge him and see him for the strength he already had. He wanted Arthur to be proud of him, to praise him. But how was he supposed to do that when Arthur hardly noticed him?
“It’s not fair,” Alfred murmured softly as he hugged himself tighter.
“Master Alfred?”
Alfred looked up sharply at the soft voice. The owner of the voice, a pretty young brunette who served in the home, smiled warmly at him. The smile wavered slightly as her eyes locked with his. She crouched down to his level, sweeping her skirt under her with her hand.
“Is there something wrong, Master Alfred?” she asked with a gentle, yet concerned, smile.
Alfred shook his head, “Nope! Nothing’s wrong!”
He grinned but she wasn’t convinced at all. She shook her head and settled against the wall next to him.
“There must be something wrong, you may be a bit on the rambunctious side but I know you wouldn’t kick a wall just for the fun of it.”
Alfred’s grin slipped. So she had seen his little fit?
“Are you sure you don’t want to tell me? Maybe I could help?” she asked, tilting her head a little to one side.
“I…no,” Alfred shook his head, “it’s nothing. I promise!”
“Alright,” she sighed, “if that is what you wish. But please try to remember that I’m willing to listen should you need me to.”
She planted a quick kiss to his forehead before standing and continuing off to whatever chores she had left. Alfred watched her leave then went back to his sulking posture. If only this problem was that easy to fix.
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