monsters [13/?]
anonymous
May 1 2010, 18:36:11 UTC
9.
“Arty.” Alfred was staring at the ceiling in the bed, his hand on his stomach. “Why do you keep doing this?”
He lay in bed under the sheets, staring at Alfred’s figure. His fingers, the unbroken ones, curled between his legs, feeling the wet liquid sticky and sweet. He was shivering, but he deserved it. He wasn’t exactly sure why-those facts always lingered out of his reach-but he knew he deserved it. Disgusting.
“I’m going to send more troops.”
He didn’t say anything to that. The news had not come as a surprise, though the depression in his empty stomach still indicated disappointment. He did not move, even as Alfred turned to look at him with concern in his eyes.
“Aren’t you going to say something?”
What was there to say? He had no words left. He stared into the blue eyes until Alfred smiled, and one big hand reached to cover his straw-colored hair and pull him closer to his bare chest, to where the cold metal tag that hung around his neck pressed against Arthur’s bruised nose, but there was no refusal.
“Arty.” Alfred was staring at the ceiling in the bed, his hand on his stomach. “Why do you keep doing this?”
He lay in bed under the sheets, staring at Alfred’s figure. His fingers, the unbroken ones, curled between his legs, feeling the wet liquid sticky and sweet. He was shivering, but he deserved it. He wasn’t exactly sure why-those facts always lingered out of his reach-but he knew he deserved it. Disgusting.
“I’m going to send more troops.”
He didn’t say anything to that. The news had not come as a surprise, though the depression in his empty stomach still indicated disappointment. He did not move, even as Alfred turned to look at him with concern in his eyes.
“Aren’t you going to say something?”
What was there to say? He had no words left. He stared into the blue eyes until Alfred smiled, and one big hand reached to cover his straw-colored hair and pull him closer to his bare chest, to where the cold metal tag that hung around his neck pressed against Arthur’s bruised nose, but there was no refusal.
“I’m glad you see it my way,” Alfred said.
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