The Liar's Heart 2b/? (US/UK, OC/UK)
anonymous
February 13 2010, 21:05:50 UTC
Oliver wasn't comfortable sleeping with someone else. Even as a small child, he'd never been the type to crawl into his parent's bed when he had a nightmare. Beds were meant to be slept in alone, so he was able to stretch himself out fully. Lying next to someone else was a little bit...discerning, especially if he woke up in the middle of the night and heard them breathing.
Strangely enough, he did not mind having Arthur sleeping next to him like this. The sound of the other man's slow, even breathing lured him into slumber as well.
”Who is this!?” His father demanded, taking his mother by the neck and slamming her against the wall.
His mother, frail with her too-skinny body and short hair, trembled and choked for air. “I-it's only a...c-college friend...Please, dear...Let me go...I can't...”
Oliver, just a boy at the time, tugged at his father's leg. “You're hurwting her! Leave mommy awone!”
The taller man backhanded him across the face, splitting his lip, and causing him to cry. “Stop defending her! She's my wife, and I can treat her however I damned well please!”
His mother's body hit the floor, silently.
Oliver's eyes snapped open. He was drenched in sweat and he found that he was panting slightly. He hadn't had that dream in a while. He heard breathing next to him and he inhaled a breath sharply before he remembered who it was. 'Arthur,' he thought, lovingly, wrapping his arms around him again.
And then, he heard something that made ice flood his veins.
“Alfred.”
Didn't Arthur say that he hated him? That sleepy smile suggested otherwise, and he couldn't help being angry about it; especially after that dream. He flipped the other onto his back and roughly climbed on top of him; grabbing his hands and pinning him there. “You bloody liar!”
Arthur had been so warm and comfortable, protected by Oliver's warm body and his dream of the past. It was rare that he was ever this at ease. If he could stay this happy forever, he could be satisfied. It was all he had ever wanted - to feel safe and loved.
Suddenly, his dream was harshly crashed by the feeling of firm hands grabbing him, pulling him from sleep. His eyes snapped open in surprise and he stared up at Oliver's face, completely confused and shell shocked. Having been asleep, he had no idea why Oliver was so angry.
"O-Oliver?" he stuttered, heart pounding in his chest. "W-What are you bloody talking about? Let go of me!" He tried to struggle out of Oliver's grip, anger replacing his shock. "What the hell are you screaming about?!"
Strangely enough, he did not mind having Arthur sleeping next to him like this. The sound of the other man's slow, even breathing lured him into slumber as well.
”Who is this!?” His father demanded, taking his mother by the neck and slamming her against the wall.
His mother, frail with her too-skinny body and short hair, trembled and choked for air. “I-it's only a...c-college friend...Please, dear...Let me go...I can't...”
Oliver, just a boy at the time, tugged at his father's leg. “You're hurwting her! Leave mommy awone!”
The taller man backhanded him across the face, splitting his lip, and causing him to cry. “Stop defending her! She's my wife, and I can treat her however I damned well please!”
His mother's body hit the floor, silently.
Oliver's eyes snapped open. He was drenched in sweat and he found that he was panting slightly. He hadn't had that dream in a while. He heard breathing next to him and he inhaled a breath sharply before he remembered who it was. 'Arthur,' he thought, lovingly, wrapping his arms around him again.
And then, he heard something that made ice flood his veins.
“Alfred.”
Didn't Arthur say that he hated him? That sleepy smile suggested otherwise, and he couldn't help being angry about it; especially after that dream. He flipped the other onto his back and roughly climbed on top of him; grabbing his hands and pinning him there. “You bloody liar!”
Arthur had been so warm and comfortable, protected by Oliver's warm body and his dream of the past. It was rare that he was ever this at ease. If he could stay this happy forever, he could be satisfied. It was all he had ever wanted - to feel safe and loved.
Suddenly, his dream was harshly crashed by the feeling of firm hands grabbing him, pulling him from sleep. His eyes snapped open in surprise and he stared up at Oliver's face, completely confused and shell shocked. Having been asleep, he had no idea why Oliver was so angry.
"O-Oliver?" he stuttered, heart pounding in his chest. "W-What are you bloody talking about? Let go of me!" He tried to struggle out of Oliver's grip, anger replacing his shock. "What the hell are you screaming about?!"
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