Trust [2b/?]
anonymous
February 24 2010, 06:59:30 UTC
Their relationship could only be described as…eccentric. Arthur had a built up loathing for the boy, and yet Alfred seemed completely oblivious to this fact. Alfred was very touchy-feely, always clapping him on the shoulder or pulling him into a hug for no reason other than his love for life, Arthur supposed. Alfred was one to tease, which Arthur did not appreciate. He wasn’t used to a barrage of insults so often, and he would usually stutter and become angry whenever Alfred decided it was the perfect moment to poke fun at him. Alfred would then laugh and tell Arthur that he was being “too stuffy” and “acting like an old man”. It wasn’t Arthur’s fault that he took things far more seriously than this carefree boy did!
Among all of these different factors, only one stood out above the rest, and that was Alfred’s ease when it came to befriending other people. His personality seemed to warm people, and he instantly had a group of friends on his first few days of schooling. Arthur could not say the same. His only friend so far was the Japanese boy, Kiku, and Alfred had somehow managed to befriend him as well.
Arthur watched his reflection in the bathroom mirror with a sort of dark amusement. His eyes were a perfect shade of emerald green, the only part of his body Arthur thought to be somewhat attractive. Oh, the irony…green eyes on the envious boy… he thought to himself as he stared at his reflection. He soon heard the bang of a door opening. Sighing to himself, Arthur quickly changed into his nightwear and left the bathroom. Alfred was already flopped down on his bed, a notebook in his lap, scribbling furiously with his pencil. His tongue stuck out slightly due to his concentration, a very comical display.
“It’s nearly midnight. Why are you doing your homework now?” Arthur asked his roommate, who had barely even registered his presence as he sat down on his own bed.
“Huh?” he asked, looking up to see Arthur across the dorm room. “Oh, this is, uh, well…” he tried explaining. “My brother Mattie always says it’s a diary, but I swear it’s not! It’s a journal, not a diary!” He was waving his hands in front of his body as if it could ward off Arthur’s judgment of whether or not his notebook was a diary. Arthur let out a sarcastic “I see…” before deciding that for once, it might just be fun to tease Alfred instead.
“So, if it’s not a diary, then I suppose I could read it if I wanted to?” Arthur tried to confirm, seeing the boy’s face twist in what almost appeared to be mock annoyance.
A small pout graced Alfred’s lips before he responded with, “No you can’t. My eyes only!” Arthur rolled his own eyes at the display. “I write in this every day, you know…some stuff’s personal!” he said as if it weren’t already obvious to Arthur what was probably written in there. Most likely his feelings about his day or whatnot.
“Alright, you dolt…just make sure to turn off the lights when you’re done,” Arthur said, just realizing how tired he actually was. However, when he was lying down, he found himself a bit more restless than usual. He hated having the lights on when he tried to sleep. Turning around so he could face Alfred while under the covers, he decided to strike up conversation once more. “Why haven’t I ever seen you concentrate this hard on a book before?” he asked, raising his eyebrow at the boy.
Trust [2c/?]
anonymous
February 24 2010, 07:01:44 UTC
Alfred looked up from his “journal” in confusion. “I concentrate hard…” he said, a pitiful defense in Arthur’s mind, and yet just an innocent answer as well.
“Well, I never see you actually studying for anything…” Arthur said, envious thoughts entering his mind.
“I study!” the boy exclaimed. “I study a lot, too. I just have to do it in between classes and stuff…I’m really busy and all, you know?” Arthur let out a huff. He didn’t believe the boy for one second. How could someone study in between classes and call it sufficient? How could you get such high quality grades without sacrificing your time after class? It was a situation that just didn’t make sense to Arthur. The boy’s family was probably very wealthy and had hired private tutoring sessions for Alfred all his life, because that was the only reason Arthur could think of that explained why this boy could be intelligent enough for this school.
“I still can’t believe you had grades qualifying you for this school…and parents willing to pay for it, too,” Arthur muttered, more to himself than to Alfred. His roommate gave a small “heh…” before speaking again.
“Y-yeah, my parents were real ecstatic about it…My grades I mean, not paying! Well, I mean, they don’t mind paying, of course…” His voice trailed off into another one of his many babblings, all the while tapping the pencil’s end against his notebook.
Arthur had had enough. Turning around and leaning his body against the wall, Arthur allowed his forehead to rest on the cool surface. He had a headache and he was no longer in the mood for dealing with Alfred…
A/N: pfft, no one did just see me de-anon there...nope
OP *dances*
anonymous
February 24 2010, 10:22:07 UTC
Glad to see this one is still being continued! :-)
Love the character build of the both of them. Shinning star Alfred and poor bitter Arthur. I love that you've given us little glimpses of the deeper person Alfred is underneath the shine though just small enough to make what's in store for him all that much more painful. Wonderful work anon!
Re: Trust [2c/?]
anonymous
February 26 2010, 02:59:39 UTC
oh, god there are TWO amazing fills for this prompt! I really like this one too; the characterization is really good, and I can't wait to see where you take this one
Their relationship could only be described as…eccentric. Arthur had a built up loathing for the boy, and yet Alfred seemed completely oblivious to this fact. Alfred was very touchy-feely, always clapping him on the shoulder or pulling him into a hug for no reason other than his love for life, Arthur supposed. Alfred was one to tease, which Arthur did not appreciate. He wasn’t used to a barrage of insults so often, and he would usually stutter and become angry whenever Alfred decided it was the perfect moment to poke fun at him. Alfred would then laugh and tell Arthur that he was being “too stuffy” and “acting like an old man”. It wasn’t Arthur’s fault that he took things far more seriously than this carefree boy did!
Among all of these different factors, only one stood out above the rest, and that was Alfred’s ease when it came to befriending other people. His personality seemed to warm people, and he instantly had a group of friends on his first few days of schooling. Arthur could not say the same. His only friend so far was the Japanese boy, Kiku, and Alfred had somehow managed to befriend him as well.
Arthur watched his reflection in the bathroom mirror with a sort of dark amusement. His eyes were a perfect shade of emerald green, the only part of his body Arthur thought to be somewhat attractive. Oh, the irony…green eyes on the envious boy… he thought to himself as he stared at his reflection. He soon heard the bang of a door opening. Sighing to himself, Arthur quickly changed into his nightwear and left the bathroom. Alfred was already flopped down on his bed, a notebook in his lap, scribbling furiously with his pencil. His tongue stuck out slightly due to his concentration, a very comical display.
“It’s nearly midnight. Why are you doing your homework now?” Arthur asked his roommate, who had barely even registered his presence as he sat down on his own bed.
“Huh?” he asked, looking up to see Arthur across the dorm room. “Oh, this is, uh, well…” he tried explaining. “My brother Mattie always says it’s a diary, but I swear it’s not! It’s a journal, not a diary!” He was waving his hands in front of his body as if it could ward off Arthur’s judgment of whether or not his notebook was a diary. Arthur let out a sarcastic “I see…” before deciding that for once, it might just be fun to tease Alfred instead.
“So, if it’s not a diary, then I suppose I could read it if I wanted to?” Arthur tried to confirm, seeing the boy’s face twist in what almost appeared to be mock annoyance.
A small pout graced Alfred’s lips before he responded with, “No you can’t. My eyes only!” Arthur rolled his own eyes at the display. “I write in this every day, you know…some stuff’s personal!” he said as if it weren’t already obvious to Arthur what was probably written in there. Most likely his feelings about his day or whatnot.
“Alright, you dolt…just make sure to turn off the lights when you’re done,” Arthur said, just realizing how tired he actually was. However, when he was lying down, he found himself a bit more restless than usual. He hated having the lights on when he tried to sleep. Turning around so he could face Alfred while under the covers, he decided to strike up conversation once more. “Why haven’t I ever seen you concentrate this hard on a book before?” he asked, raising his eyebrow at the boy.
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“Well, I never see you actually studying for anything…” Arthur said, envious thoughts entering his mind.
“I study!” the boy exclaimed. “I study a lot, too. I just have to do it in between classes and stuff…I’m really busy and all, you know?” Arthur let out a huff. He didn’t believe the boy for one second. How could someone study in between classes and call it sufficient? How could you get such high quality grades without sacrificing your time after class? It was a situation that just didn’t make sense to Arthur. The boy’s family was probably very wealthy and had hired private tutoring sessions for Alfred all his life, because that was the only reason Arthur could think of that explained why this boy could be intelligent enough for this school.
“I still can’t believe you had grades qualifying you for this school…and parents willing to pay for it, too,” Arthur muttered, more to himself than to Alfred. His roommate gave a small “heh…” before speaking again.
“Y-yeah, my parents were real ecstatic about it…My grades I mean, not paying! Well, I mean, they don’t mind paying, of course…” His voice trailed off into another one of his many babblings, all the while tapping the pencil’s end against his notebook.
Arthur had had enough. Turning around and leaning his body against the wall, Arthur allowed his forehead to rest on the cool surface. He had a headache and he was no longer in the mood for dealing with Alfred…
A/N: pfft, no one did just see me de-anon there...nope
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Love the character build of the both of them. Shinning star Alfred and poor bitter Arthur. I love that you've given us little glimpses of the deeper person Alfred is underneath the shine though just small enough to make what's in store for him all that much more painful. Wonderful work anon!
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I'm currently d'awwwwing at Alfred. ^^
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a new chapter should be up in a few days :)
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