Your Sins Into Me [Prologue VI]
anonymous
August 30 2010, 04:16:47 UTC
Alfred look dazzling in his white lab coat. Arthur may not know much of the human world but he knew that it was outstanding for someone of Alfred’s age to have such an important position in his field. His hands were his greatest assets, as was his brilliant mind. He did no build giant robots but he did create a grand number of things, things Arthur, as a magical being, could not fully understand. If he had, things might have played out differently.
There was one thing that made Arthur sad, and that was Alfred’s stubborn refusal to believe in anything beyond his precious cold machines and beloved numbers. He remembered the little boy who loved his magic and who smiled whenever Arthur would tell him stories of his homeland and felt even more dejected.
“What did you expect?” Francis told him, smiling wryly as he vainly inspected his nails. “The child you loved is gone. In his place is a man who plays with emotionless machines and believes magic to be a far-fetched idea thought up by fools. He is not your home, Arthur. He cannot make you happy.”
Arthur spent more and more time away from his homeland nowadays. He grew used to the air of Alfred’s new home, the cold breathing machines that inhabited the place and stared at him with unseeing, glowing red eyes. Arthur did not like them much, they made it hard to fly sometimes.
And it had been so long since he’d used his magic. Arthur missed the feeling of it, the warmth that glowed in his chest like a winter fire. Alfred did not believe in magic anymore and there was no reason to use it here, in this cold, cold metal house made up of Alfred’s glorious dreams and brilliant accomplishments.
“He’s ruined you. You stink of him,” was what his brothers and sisters told him time after time again, disgust written plainly on their faces. “He’s taken you from us. You chose him over us.”
He had, hadn’t he? Arthur had chosen a human over his family. He’d abandoned his home and his magic and everything he once held dear for a human child who could no longer see him. Maybe this was why the People didn’t associate with humans; it was so painful to love them when they couldn’t see you, when they didn’t believe you were real and so easily forgot about you.
Sighing wistfully, Arthur tucked a stray lock of Alfred’s hair behind his ear, watching him sleep, wondering if he should stay or leave him. He could not make Alfred happy in this form, he could not aid him. He did small things around the house, little things like cleaning after a man whose messy habits had not disappeared even though he was an adult now. Sometimes Arthur helped Alfred sleep when he had trouble sleeping, giving him happy dreams, but that was it.
Alfred was so close yet so far away; there was a bridge between them, separating them, pushing Arthur away.
If only Arthur had known the consequences of crossing that bridge beforehand.
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Eh. Will post last part of the prologue later. I must finish my schoolwork first, orz. Hope this was to your liking, OP, even if a little. I will tackle the scientist kink when the prologue is done, promise :D
Re: Your Sins Into Me [Prologue VI]
anonymous
August 30 2010, 04:41:49 UTC
...Microphilia? :O *is hopeful, oh God the things this meme has done to me-!* Either way, this is a lovely fill so far. Despite the whole, ya know, Alfred forgetting about Arthur's existance. ^^; And fairy!Francis is just way too perfect. XD
Re: Your Sins Into Me [Prologue VI]
anonymous
August 30 2010, 05:15:55 UTC
YES I've been waiting for this to be filled! With such a wonderful prologue, too. You write beautifully and Arthur as a love-struck fairy suits this anon fine. /cannot wait for the microphilia *shot*
Re: Your Sins Into Me [Prologue VI]
anonymous
August 30 2010, 05:28:59 UTC
This is going to break my heart isn't it? Bring it on writer!anon I'll be camping out here with ice cream and comedy DVDs ready for aftermath damage control. On the other note, your sheer awesomeness frays my nerves in absolute joy. ;)
Re: Your Sins Into Me [Prologue VI]
anonymous
August 30 2010, 07:08:29 UTC
All I can say, authornon, is that this story is completely and utterly captivating. I can feel Arthur's soft, sweet adoration for human!Alfred, and Francis's personality is so perfect. It's just, arrgghhh...my comment is so crappy and inadequate, but what I'm trying to say is that this fill is just excellent and I'm eagerly awaiting the next update. :D
Re: Your Sins Into Me [Prologue VI]
anonymous
August 30 2010, 08:59:17 UTC
d'awwww, you got me cooing at fairy arthur like nobody's business. smoochy fairy francis makes me giggle, too <3 “My beloved Arthur, apple of my eye,” what the hell, francis? Pffff Please keep up your amazing work, author anon!! ILU ♥
Your Sins Into Me [Prologue VII]
anonymous
August 31 2010, 04:33:44 UTC
I hope the OP is still out there somewhere @^@
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Trailing after Alfred, Arthur followed him to work.
Sometimes he rode on Alfred’s shoulder, the warmth of his human’s body comforting. It was one of the few ways Arthur could feel close to him, staring wistfully at the man, his heart churning painfully in his chest. Alfred was warm, so very warm, and his smiles were beautiful and brilliant. Arthur loved to see Alfred smile.
But lately, Alfred had begun to feel his presence.
He could not see Arthur of course; Alfred did not believe in magic and the only way Alfred would be able to see Arthur was if Arthur showed himself to the scientist. Arthur was not so far gone that he would purposely show himself to an adult human, no matter how much he loved Alfred. Arthur would be punished severely if he did, even vanished from his homeland. There was only so much Francis could do for him; it was only because he was Francis’ partner that he was even allowed to visit his human so often.
Alfred could not see him-but he had begun to feel the little touches, the ghost-like kisses on his forehead and the shimmering trails of magic Arthur left behind. He would scratch his cheek where Arthur had last kissed him, furrow his brow in confusion when Arthur sat on his shoulder, chew his bottom lip in frustration when his precious machines picked up a small signal of energy in his tightly-locked house only to disappear seconds later.
It should have sent Arthur flying home, Alfred’s sudden, quickly growing awareness of the faery, but Arthur stayed. He stayed and watched Alfred work himself into the ground trying to solve this new, bizarre puzzle he could not find all the pieces to.
Arthur had not gone home in months now. Never before had he gone so long without assuring his brothers and sisters that he was still a part of their world, that he had not given himself entirely to his beloved human.
“Your wings are all droopy,” they would tell him, mouths curled in disgust. “His magic is bad for you. His magic hurts you. His magic is no good for you; he is hurting you.”
“I will not leave him,” Arthur would tell them in return, shoulders stubborn and voice strong. Defiant. “You will not make me choose between my home and my human; I can have both. You cannot stop me.”
The High Council did not understand and neither did his brothers and sisters-but Arthur could not bring himself to separate himself from Alfred. It would be far too painful.
“The love you give him he takes and takes in strife,” they would snap back, eyes red with anger, sharp teeth bared in ferocious snarls. “He uses your love to hurt you; he is no good for you. He is a mud man, a worm of the earth and his strange magic is making you ill. Do you wish to die for him? Your love for him is killing you!”
Sneering haughtily, Arthur would reply, “My love is mine to give to whomever I choose.”
Hissing, wings flapping angrily behind them, they would hurl out, their voices shrill and hurtful, “Then go ahead and give your heart to your mud man, but lay not with the worms of the earth! Your body is yours and yours alone, you cannot give your precious human that which is not his to take! If you lay with him, Arthur, the doors of our world will be closed to you forever; you will never be able to come back!”
Arthur knew the rules of the People well, he did not need to be reminded of the consequences of crossing that last, unforgivable line. He loved Alfred, but he also loved his home too much to give one up for the other; he wanted to keep both. Arthur wanted a balance between the two.
Arthur should have know better than to be so naïve.
Your Sins Into Me [Prologue END]
anonymous
August 31 2010, 04:36:41 UTC
Arthur should have fled when Alfred first starting suspecting the shimmering trails of fairy dust Arthur sometimes left lying around, the tiny footprints on the soil of his small garden, the opened boxes of sugar cubes he forgot to put away on occasion. Arthur’s love for Alfred made him forgetful, made him lose focus, made him less sharp and less careful of his magic. Because magic was powerful energy and Alfred’s machines were sharp, much too sharp.
Francis had once told him that Alfred would sooner dissect him like he would a butterfly before returning his love.
And he was right.
It was raining when Arthur woke up from his sleep, expecting to open his eyes to his bed or roses and sweet-scented lilies, to the dewy grass and the rich, earthy smell of wet soil from Alfred’s garden.
He woke up in a cold metallic bed inside a glass cage.
“Aha. So you were asleep.”
Bright, much too bright lights. A white cold room and a sharp, stinging pain on the side of his neck. Arthur felt his blood freeze in his veins before his brain caught up with his horrible, horrible situation.
The smile on Alfred’s face was beautiful, as were his blue, blue eyes. It was a cold, calculative smile, the kind of smile Arthur remembered seeing on Alfred’s face whenever he took apart one of his newest machines.
The snap of rubber gloves was deafening-just like the sound of Arthur’s fast beating heart.
“Now, let’s try and figure out what you are, little guy.”
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That’s it for the epilogue :D Thanks so much for your kind comments, anons~!
Re: Your Sins Into Me [Prologue END]
anonymous
August 31 2010, 13:02:46 UTC
I think you meant Prologue?
Oh fuck, that warming about laying was so ominous. But Arthur was a faery right? And how were faeries supposed to...well fuck I think I'll find out later, y/y? I love you for putting child!Alfred into this; it's believable that Arthur first saw him as a child and then the child grew up. Though it's, I dunno, rather unnerving to see how Alfred changed through years, which I think Arthur would eventually find out, in a painful way...;_;
Go ahead dear writer!anon! I'll be camping here and ready to bawl.
First off, OP would like to apologize profusely for missing the first update, I was away on a laptop-less trip orz;;;;
B-but I hope it isn't too late to shower authornon with total adoration and hugs? 'Cause I absolutely love with this fill with a passion of a thousand burning suns you don't even know. See, your writing has this way of flowing naturally that makes it utterly addictive and all kinds of lovely, and, and, and your characterization! ahskaehifrinjjk W-why made of so much win, authoranon? I love you to smithereens for including Alfred as a child before delving into the actual request. It's more heartbreaking that way. Arthur's devotion to the human child is so endearing and sweet, I can imagine him napping on a flower bed in grown-up Alfred's garden ;_;
And holy shit that last sentence right there, with the snap of rubber gloves. *shudders* As much as I knew where it was going, it nonetheless gave me chills. I eagerly await for more.
I-I can't possibly love you enough for your amazingness, in all seriousness. ;_; Here, have lots of incoherent rambling love, 'cause this made me too excited and happy to produce anything better than that at the moment.
Oh yeah, totally loving Arthur as a wee little faery. No need to worry about that at all, authornon. H-How did you even know microphilia was a guilt kink of mine?
There was one thing that made Arthur sad, and that was Alfred’s stubborn refusal to believe in anything beyond his precious cold machines and beloved numbers. He remembered the little boy who loved his magic and who smiled whenever Arthur would tell him stories of his homeland and felt even more dejected.
“What did you expect?” Francis told him, smiling wryly as he vainly inspected his nails. “The child you loved is gone. In his place is a man who plays with emotionless machines and believes magic to be a far-fetched idea thought up by fools. He is not your home, Arthur. He cannot make you happy.”
Arthur spent more and more time away from his homeland nowadays. He grew used to the air of Alfred’s new home, the cold breathing machines that inhabited the place and stared at him with unseeing, glowing red eyes. Arthur did not like them much, they made it hard to fly sometimes.
And it had been so long since he’d used his magic. Arthur missed the feeling of it, the warmth that glowed in his chest like a winter fire. Alfred did not believe in magic anymore and there was no reason to use it here, in this cold, cold metal house made up of Alfred’s glorious dreams and brilliant accomplishments.
“He’s ruined you. You stink of him,” was what his brothers and sisters told him time after time again, disgust written plainly on their faces. “He’s taken you from us. You chose him over us.”
He had, hadn’t he? Arthur had chosen a human over his family. He’d abandoned his home and his magic and everything he once held dear for a human child who could no longer see him. Maybe this was why the People didn’t associate with humans; it was so painful to love them when they couldn’t see you, when they didn’t believe you were real and so easily forgot about you.
Sighing wistfully, Arthur tucked a stray lock of Alfred’s hair behind his ear, watching him sleep, wondering if he should stay or leave him. He could not make Alfred happy in this form, he could not aid him. He did small things around the house, little things like cleaning after a man whose messy habits had not disappeared even though he was an adult now. Sometimes Arthur helped Alfred sleep when he had trouble sleeping, giving him happy dreams, but that was it.
Alfred was so close yet so far away; there was a bridge between them, separating them, pushing Arthur away.
If only Arthur had known the consequences of crossing that bridge beforehand.
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Eh. Will post last part of the prologue later. I must finish my schoolwork first, orz. Hope this was to your liking, OP, even if a little. I will tackle the scientist kink when the prologue is done, promise :D
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Either way, this is a lovely fill so far. Despite the whole, ya know, Alfred forgetting about Arthur's existance. ^^; And fairy!Francis is just way too perfect. XD
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Please don't abandon this, I'll cry.
*F5 party*
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On the other note, your sheer awesomeness frays my nerves in absolute joy. ;)
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And poor Arthur, why always him? QAQ
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Trailing after Alfred, Arthur followed him to work.
Sometimes he rode on Alfred’s shoulder, the warmth of his human’s body comforting. It was one of the few ways Arthur could feel close to him, staring wistfully at the man, his heart churning painfully in his chest. Alfred was warm, so very warm, and his smiles were beautiful and brilliant. Arthur loved to see Alfred smile.
But lately, Alfred had begun to feel his presence.
He could not see Arthur of course; Alfred did not believe in magic and the only way Alfred would be able to see Arthur was if Arthur showed himself to the scientist. Arthur was not so far gone that he would purposely show himself to an adult human, no matter how much he loved Alfred. Arthur would be punished severely if he did, even vanished from his homeland. There was only so much Francis could do for him; it was only because he was Francis’ partner that he was even allowed to visit his human so often.
Alfred could not see him-but he had begun to feel the little touches, the ghost-like kisses on his forehead and the shimmering trails of magic Arthur left behind. He would scratch his cheek where Arthur had last kissed him, furrow his brow in confusion when Arthur sat on his shoulder, chew his bottom lip in frustration when his precious machines picked up a small signal of energy in his tightly-locked house only to disappear seconds later.
It should have sent Arthur flying home, Alfred’s sudden, quickly growing awareness of the faery, but Arthur stayed. He stayed and watched Alfred work himself into the ground trying to solve this new, bizarre puzzle he could not find all the pieces to.
Arthur had not gone home in months now. Never before had he gone so long without assuring his brothers and sisters that he was still a part of their world, that he had not given himself entirely to his beloved human.
“Your wings are all droopy,” they would tell him, mouths curled in disgust. “His magic is bad for you. His magic hurts you. His magic is no good for you; he is hurting you.”
“I will not leave him,” Arthur would tell them in return, shoulders stubborn and voice strong. Defiant. “You will not make me choose between my home and my human; I can have both. You cannot stop me.”
The High Council did not understand and neither did his brothers and sisters-but Arthur could not bring himself to separate himself from Alfred. It would be far too painful.
“The love you give him he takes and takes in strife,” they would snap back, eyes red with anger, sharp teeth bared in ferocious snarls. “He uses your love to hurt you; he is no good for you. He is a mud man, a worm of the earth and his strange magic is making you ill. Do you wish to die for him? Your love for him is killing you!”
Sneering haughtily, Arthur would reply, “My love is mine to give to whomever I choose.”
Hissing, wings flapping angrily behind them, they would hurl out, their voices shrill and hurtful, “Then go ahead and give your heart to your mud man, but lay not with the worms of the earth! Your body is yours and yours alone, you cannot give your precious human that which is not his to take! If you lay with him, Arthur, the doors of our world will be closed to you forever; you will never be able to come back!”
Arthur knew the rules of the People well, he did not need to be reminded of the consequences of crossing that last, unforgivable line. He loved Alfred, but he also loved his home too much to give one up for the other; he wanted to keep both. Arthur wanted a balance between the two.
Arthur should have know better than to be so naïve.
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Francis had once told him that Alfred would sooner dissect him like he would a butterfly before returning his love.
And he was right.
It was raining when Arthur woke up from his sleep, expecting to open his eyes to his bed or roses and sweet-scented lilies, to the dewy grass and the rich, earthy smell of wet soil from Alfred’s garden.
He woke up in a cold metallic bed inside a glass cage.
“Aha. So you were asleep.”
Bright, much too bright lights. A white cold room and a sharp, stinging pain on the side of his neck. Arthur felt his blood freeze in his veins before his brain caught up with his horrible, horrible situation.
The smile on Alfred’s face was beautiful, as were his blue, blue eyes. It was a cold, calculative smile, the kind of smile Arthur remembered seeing on Alfred’s face whenever he took apart one of his newest machines.
The snap of rubber gloves was deafening-just like the sound of Arthur’s fast beating heart.
“Now, let’s try and figure out what you are, little guy.”
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That’s it for the epilogue :D Thanks so much for your kind comments, anons~!
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Oh fuck, that warming about laying was so ominous. But Arthur was a faery right? And how were faeries supposed to...well fuck I think I'll find out later, y/y? I love you for putting child!Alfred into this; it's believable that Arthur first saw him as a child and then the child grew up. Though it's, I dunno, rather unnerving to see how Alfred changed through years, which I think Arthur would eventually find out, in a painful way...;_;
Go ahead dear writer!anon! I'll be camping here and ready to bawl.
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Tis' why I get for typing this up so late :D
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First off, OP would like to apologize profusely for missing the first update, I was away on a laptop-less trip orz;;;;
B-but I hope it isn't too late to shower authornon with total adoration and hugs? 'Cause I absolutely love with this fill with a passion of a thousand burning suns you don't even know. See, your writing has this way of flowing naturally that makes it utterly addictive and all kinds of lovely, and, and, and your characterization! ahskaehifrinjjk W-why made of so much win, authoranon? I love you to smithereens for including Alfred as a child before delving into the actual request. It's more heartbreaking that way. Arthur's devotion to the human child is so endearing and sweet, I can imagine him napping on a flower bed in grown-up Alfred's garden ;_;
And holy shit that last sentence right there, with the snap of rubber gloves. *shudders* As much as I knew where it was going, it nonetheless gave me chills. I eagerly await for more.
I-I can't possibly love you enough for your amazingness, in all seriousness. ;_; Here, have lots of incoherent rambling love, 'cause this made me too excited and happy to produce anything better than that at the moment.
Oh yeah, totally loving Arthur as a wee little faery. No need to worry about that at all, authornon. H-How did you even know microphilia was a guilt kink of mine?
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