His Father's Eyes [2b/?]
anonymous
September 22 2010, 21:14:03 UTC
"Nothing." Arthur said, pushing his hand away. "'Hurry it up- I have to be back in London."
"So gruff." Francis said, taking Arthur's hand and leading him to the couch. "Very well- I shall be loving, but brief. We will take our time later." He winked, grinning at Arthur's answering snort.
They lied down on the couch, and Arthur closed his eyes as Francis began to divest him of his uniform. Brilliant blue sky flashed in his mind, then eyes of the same color. He tasted dust in his mouth, and bile, and no matter how different it was, it remained the same. He choked on remembered pain and fear and shoved Francis aside, staggering to his feet. He managed three quick, unsteady steps before falling to his hands and knees on the expensive carpeting, and vomited.
He hadn't been eating much since leaving Crete, so there was little to come up, but his stomach continued to heave painfully, until not even clear bile came out and he was sobbing. A hand touched his hair, and he recoiled from it on instinct, falling heavily to the side and trembling.
"D-don't... Don't touch me." He said softly, turning away.
"Tell me what's wrong." Francis said, kneeling next to him. "Please, Arthur, tell me what's frightened you, and I'll make it leave you be."
Arthur staggered to his feet again, shaking his head, and tugged his uniform blouse straight, buttoning it. He found his jacket and pulled it on, fixing the belt, then looked at Francis and shook his head, stumbling to the door. He reached it as it opened, coming face-to-face with his aide. The poor boy wasn't even 20 yet, but he managed to hide whatever he felt, looking past Arthur to Francis and the room, then took Arthur's arm and pulled him out.
"Let's get you out of here, sir." He said, leading Arthur back down the halls. Arthur let himself be led, trying to regain his composure. For the second time in less than a week, he retreated- before from an enemy, today from his own fear.
Just wanted to say thank you to everyone who commented and those of you reading this who haven't commented yet.
Re: His Father's Eyes [2b/?]
anonymous
September 22 2010, 23:36:03 UTC
Heartbreaking; in a way, even more than Blue Blanket because we were spared this, and the rest is coming, what we already knew. So this is an "and on top of..." to the other. God, poor Arthur. I like how subtly you suggest that he's not even aware he's repressing memories and consciousness of what's happened to him. I also like the context of this, and god! The FrUK is very lovely too, not only friends but comrades in arms, which is exactly where I believe these two finally fell in love. The constant comparison made me realise that all the men important in Arthur's life seem to be blond-haired, blue-eyed, mm?
Re: His Father's Eyes [2b/?]
anonymous
September 28 2010, 22:54:17 UTC
One thing that intrigued me while reading Blue Blanket was Francis' part in it, standing somewhere between sidelines and backstage, knowing but powerless to do anything to help anyone involved. Even if their previous relationship was unspecified at that point, his open affection for Arthur and Arthur's harsh rejection of it was heartbreaking then, and even more so now when it's clear what they lost.
Blue Blanket had me aching for Peter and Arthur, and I hope we will be seeing more of Francis, too, in this. Simply because the space he occupied in the first story fascinated me something terribly.
Re: His Father's Eyes [2b/?]
anonymous
September 28 2010, 23:43:17 UTC
See, like, the thing about anonymous posting is that I totally can't remember whether that Poland!anon was me. I'm pretty sure it was, but still~ it's probably cuz I'm SoCalian :D ...except...I roleplay Belarus. -whistles awkwardly-
Ah well~ do update soon, this was like, totes epic. And I shall review from here-on with a valley-girl accent, just cuz you liked it so much. ;D
"So gruff." Francis said, taking Arthur's hand and leading him to the couch. "Very well- I shall be loving, but brief. We will take our time later." He winked, grinning at Arthur's answering snort.
They lied down on the couch, and Arthur closed his eyes as Francis began to divest him of his uniform. Brilliant blue sky flashed in his mind, then eyes of the same color. He tasted dust in his mouth, and bile, and no matter how different it was, it remained the same. He choked on remembered pain and fear and shoved Francis aside, staggering to his feet. He managed three quick, unsteady steps before falling to his hands and knees on the expensive carpeting, and vomited.
He hadn't been eating much since leaving Crete, so there was little to come up, but his stomach continued to heave painfully, until not even clear bile came out and he was sobbing. A hand touched his hair, and he recoiled from it on instinct, falling heavily to the side and trembling.
"D-don't... Don't touch me." He said softly, turning away.
"Tell me what's wrong." Francis said, kneeling next to him. "Please, Arthur, tell me what's frightened you, and I'll make it leave you be."
Arthur staggered to his feet again, shaking his head, and tugged his uniform blouse straight, buttoning it. He found his jacket and pulled it on, fixing the belt, then looked at Francis and shook his head, stumbling to the door. He reached it as it opened, coming face-to-face with his aide. The poor boy wasn't even 20 yet, but he managed to hide whatever he felt, looking past Arthur to Francis and the room, then took Arthur's arm and pulled him out.
"Let's get you out of here, sir." He said, leading Arthur back down the halls. Arthur let himself be led, trying to regain his composure. For the second time in less than a week, he retreated- before from an enemy, today from his own fear.
Just wanted to say thank you to everyone who commented and those of you reading this who haven't commented yet.
Also, I think Poland commented on my fill. o.O
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... That really was Poland, wasn't it? :D
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And its only the beginning, too. Can't wait to see where this goes, authoranon.
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Blue Blanket had me aching for Peter and Arthur, and I hope we will be seeing more of Francis, too, in this. Simply because the space he occupied in the first story fascinated me something terribly.
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...except...I roleplay Belarus.
-whistles awkwardly-
Ah well~ do update soon, this was like, totes epic. And I shall review from here-on with a valley-girl accent, just cuz you liked it so much. ;D
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