Elastic people [52/?]
anonymous
January 28 2010, 00:54:42 UTC
Alfred thinks big brother is upset at him. Alfred knows occasionally the bigger boys pick on him because they like to make Arthur mad, and since hurting Arthur doesn’t get to him at all they turn to Alfred.
It makes Arthur even more rabid when they do, upsets the caretakers in the orphanage when Arthur punches, kicks, makes everyone of the guilty party and then some (“What are you looking at?”) hurt and wish they weren’t ever born. Gets hurt himself, gets bruises, cuts, taunts, and Arthur is so angry, angry, angry all the time because they’re stuck here to begin with, abandoned here. No one really likes him, but he never minds, and Alfred never minds either because all Arthur has to do to be happy is hold Alfred close, set him on his lap- “I love you so much!” stroke his hair, press his face against it.
They’d stolen Alfred’s clothes so here he was standing, in big brother’s shirt, as bare-chested Arthur rummaged through their small suit case of belongings: each with a set of clothes, a nicer set (for the visitors?), nightwear, one book of fairytales (Arthur’s) and a stuffed rabbit (Alfred’s) which Arthur turns to give to Alfred, he doesn’t really like to let Alfred have it when he’s happy because it reminds me of home, of sad times, of a real rabbit he’d once had, but when Alfred’s upset it always cheers him up, as Arthur’s pat to the head does. Not as much.
“Don’t cry,” Arthur is telling him, when will big brother become sick of this? Sick of him? The cry that’s rising and starting to run down his face is halted as he clutches Nantucket the stuffed rabbit to his chest, face.
Arthur places a hand upon his head. “I’ll have your clothes soon.”
Takes out his night dress, unfolds it and gently sets it on the bed. Because noon has barely passed, and the sun is shining into the long room (where everyone sleeps, by age, which Arthur thinks is ridiculous and complains all the time about because it means Alfred can’t sleep next to him, even though their belongings are with each other); it’s not time to go to sleep. But the nicer clothes… if there are any wandering visitor’s he doesn’t want to encourage them.
“Bed?” Alfred asks, brow knitted up in confusion, Arthur nods, “For now.” He’ll put Alfred to bed and go pursue those who’d done this, get back
Alfred’s clothes, the caretakers aren’t much to be depended upon in matters of children, what can they do? Besides make a situation worse, increase the babble, the wreckage. Children are merciless, and so is Arthur. Alfred knows this, frets, doesn’t want to go to bed but cannot stand not being obedient to big brother’s every word, because- doesn’t he know best?
Arthur is taking his shirt back, pulls it off Alfred, who rubs his arms once, a shiver, Arthur clothes Alfred before himself, he will not have his little brother shiver a second time. Puts his own shirt on as Alfred picks up Nantucket who’d been dropped in the changing process. “Here,” Arthur hoists Alfred up on the bed, the smaller children slept on mats, there just weren’t enough beds.
“Be nice and cozy here, I’ll come back to be with you soon okay?” Tucks Alfred in so barely the top of his head can be seen, and sometimes big brother is frightening like that I don’t want anyone else to see you but Alfred also likes it, how protective big brother always is.
Peeks beyond the blanket to ask, seeing Arthur hesitate, “Brother?” Arthur had been clutching at his shirt, sniffing it, seems startled at the sound of Alfred’s voice.
“It’s nothing! Just… you made my shirt really warm! Thank you!”
Pats his head one more time, assuring- “I’ll be back soon!” Hurries out, closes the door behind him, leaving Alfred to the warmth of the sunny day, a nap. Thinking how he’d need not worry, of course big brother wasn’t upset with him…
It makes Arthur even more rabid when they do, upsets the caretakers in the orphanage when Arthur punches, kicks, makes everyone of the guilty party and then some (“What are you looking at?”) hurt and wish they weren’t ever born. Gets hurt himself, gets bruises, cuts, taunts, and Arthur is so angry, angry, angry all the time because they’re stuck here to begin with, abandoned here. No one really likes him, but he never minds, and Alfred never minds either because all Arthur has to do to be happy is hold Alfred close, set him on his lap- “I love you so much!” stroke his hair, press his face against it.
They’d stolen Alfred’s clothes so here he was standing, in big brother’s shirt, as bare-chested Arthur rummaged through their small suit case of belongings: each with a set of clothes, a nicer set (for the visitors?), nightwear, one book of fairytales (Arthur’s) and a stuffed rabbit (Alfred’s) which Arthur turns to give to Alfred, he doesn’t really like to let Alfred have it when he’s happy because it reminds me of home, of sad times, of a real rabbit he’d once had, but when Alfred’s upset it always cheers him up, as Arthur’s pat to the head does. Not as much.
“Don’t cry,” Arthur is telling him, when will big brother become sick of this? Sick of him? The cry that’s rising and starting to run down his face is halted as he clutches Nantucket the stuffed rabbit to his chest, face.
Arthur places a hand upon his head. “I’ll have your clothes soon.”
Takes out his night dress, unfolds it and gently sets it on the bed. Because noon has barely passed, and the sun is shining into the long room (where everyone sleeps, by age, which Arthur thinks is ridiculous and complains all the time about because it means Alfred can’t sleep next to him, even though their belongings are with each other); it’s not time to go to sleep. But the nicer clothes… if there are any wandering visitor’s he doesn’t want to encourage them.
“Bed?” Alfred asks, brow knitted up in confusion, Arthur nods, “For now.”
He’ll put Alfred to bed and go pursue those who’d done this, get back
Alfred’s clothes, the caretakers aren’t much to be depended upon in matters of children, what can they do? Besides make a situation worse, increase the babble, the wreckage. Children are merciless, and so is Arthur. Alfred knows this, frets, doesn’t want to go to bed but cannot stand not being obedient to big brother’s every word, because- doesn’t he know best?
Arthur is taking his shirt back, pulls it off Alfred, who rubs his arms once, a shiver, Arthur clothes Alfred before himself, he will not have his little brother shiver a second time. Puts his own shirt on as Alfred picks up Nantucket who’d been dropped in the changing process. “Here,” Arthur hoists Alfred up on the bed, the smaller children slept on mats, there just weren’t enough beds.
“Be nice and cozy here, I’ll come back to be with you soon okay?”
Tucks Alfred in so barely the top of his head can be seen, and sometimes big brother is frightening like that I don’t want anyone else to see you but Alfred also likes it, how protective big brother always is.
Peeks beyond the blanket to ask, seeing Arthur hesitate, “Brother?”
Arthur had been clutching at his shirt, sniffing it, seems startled at the sound of Alfred’s voice.
“It’s nothing! Just… you made my shirt really warm! Thank you!”
Pats his head one more time, assuring- “I’ll be back soon!”
Hurries out, closes the door behind him, leaving Alfred to the warmth of the sunny day, a nap. Thinking how he’d need not worry, of course big brother wasn’t upset with him…
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