Re: Two Breaths Walking [2b/?]
anonymous
October 31 2010, 18:32:11 UTC
-but yet, it explained everything about Alfred. It explained why Alfred would sometimes arrive late, sporting bruises on the least likely of all places that didn't match up with his excuses he gave ("I was playing with my friend's golden retriever! He likes to pounce on people!" "Ahaha, I know, I know! But I kinda got these while playing football with my cousins. They play rough!"), why he had gave some vague answer and changed subjects immediately or go completely tight lipped whenever the topic of his family life was brought up, that quick falter of his goddamned sunny smile whenever the teachers said that Alfred's parents must really had been proud of him for doing so well-
-"Yo! Arthur? You awake?" Alfred strode in, cutting off Arthur's thoughts immediately. He was holding two mugs of hot chocolate in his hands. "Storm's starting up, so I made something hot!" He placed the mugs down on to the bedside table.
Arthur coughed, pretending to rise up of the bed. "It's hard to remain unconscious when you hear a terribly obnoxious sounding voice."
He wanted to hug Alfred and thread his hands through those blonde hair of his and tell him that everything was alright, but he didn't.
"Haha! I don't like your brows either but you have to thank me for waking you up with my awesome voice! It'd be troublesome for me if you remained unconscious, I don't want to lug your fatass over to the hospital!"
..Splutter. "Who are you calling fat and there's absolutely nothing wrong with my brows you git-"
"I was just joking! Okay, you are all back to normal now." Alfred pushed a cup into Arthur's hands. "Did you get into a fight again? Seriously, Arthur, you should stop fighting and get hurt..."
Arthur wasn't listening. He simply stared at Alfred in disbelief, as if he was some new species of human. Alfred was more worried about him than himself? His situation?
This was so screwed up.
"It's none of your business, worry about yourself more, Jones." He snapped back, glancing down at Alfred's new injuries. "I see you have gotten more." Perhaps Alfred could get this. Get at where Arthur was going.
"-yeah, yeah. I tripped on the staircase just now while getting you up. Don't worry! It's nothing too serious don't fuss too much over it-"
There was when Arthur snapped. He slammed the mug down on the table and socked Alfred in the jaw.
"-the fuck?" Alfred winced and cradled his jaw, giving Arthur a weird look. "Is this how you repay people when they rescue you off the streets--"
"Shut the fuck up." Arthur growled, his eyes flashing. He could not bear it. Alfred was acting like some happy normal person after something like that simply did not feel right at all. Any normal human being would have at least show some sign of by now so why was it that Alfred-
“You aren’t the one to talk. How can you act as if nothing had happened after-“ Arthur stopped, and grabbed Alfred’s wrist, standing. “Learn to lie better. Where’s your bathroom? We need to get those bruises attended to.” His tone took on a softer edge. “...wouldn’t want them to get too obvious, would you? The teachers might sniff out something suspicious.” He was not doing this for Alfred because how his heart was clenching for that prat.
Alfred stared at Arthur for one long moment before a slow, hesitant smile start to spread across his face, and then broke out into a bout of small chortles.“..You do have a funny sense of humor, Arthur.” He reached out and ruffled Arthur’s hair. “....But thanks.”
Arthur twitched visibly at Alfred’s action and grumbled slightly under his breath. “You are the weird one here.”
Re: Two Breaths Walking [2b/?]
anonymous
October 31 2010, 19:43:26 UTC
... I really like the way this is going. I just... felt very satisfied when Artie punched him in the jaw. It just seems like something he'd do. I also love your style, with all the pauses and parenthesis... Its very nice.
haha, I really like where this is going and I really want to see how Arthur and Alfred's relationship will change after this (you know, assuming it does...).
Re: Two Breaths Walking [2b/?]
anonymous
November 9 2010, 00:04:21 UTC
My heart has broken for these two. And the fact that Arthur doesn't seem to have anyone looking out for him/missing him at all besides Alfred makes me sad face like crazy.
Did you happen to name this fill after the Vocaloid song of the same name? Cuz that song is trés awesome.
-"Yo! Arthur? You awake?" Alfred strode in, cutting off Arthur's thoughts immediately. He was holding two mugs of hot chocolate in his hands. "Storm's starting up, so I made something hot!" He placed the mugs down on to the bedside table.
Arthur coughed, pretending to rise up of the bed. "It's hard to remain unconscious when you hear a terribly obnoxious sounding voice."
He wanted to hug Alfred and thread his hands through those blonde hair of his and tell him that everything was alright, but he didn't.
"Haha! I don't like your brows either but you have to thank me for waking you up with my awesome voice! It'd be troublesome for me if you remained unconscious, I don't want to lug your fatass over to the hospital!"
..Splutter. "Who are you calling fat and there's absolutely nothing wrong with my brows you git-"
"I was just joking! Okay, you are all back to normal now." Alfred pushed a cup into Arthur's hands. "Did you get into a fight again? Seriously, Arthur, you should stop fighting and get hurt..."
Arthur wasn't listening. He simply stared at Alfred in disbelief, as if he was some new species of human. Alfred was more worried about him than himself? His situation?
This was so screwed up.
"It's none of your business, worry about yourself more, Jones." He snapped back, glancing down at Alfred's new injuries. "I see you have gotten more." Perhaps Alfred could get this. Get at where Arthur was going.
"-yeah, yeah. I tripped on the staircase just now while getting you up. Don't worry! It's nothing too serious don't fuss too much over it-"
There was when Arthur snapped. He slammed the mug down on the table and socked Alfred in the jaw.
"-the fuck?" Alfred winced and cradled his jaw, giving Arthur a weird look. "Is this how you repay people when they rescue you off the streets--"
"Shut the fuck up." Arthur growled, his eyes flashing. He could not bear it. Alfred was acting like some happy normal person after something like that simply did not feel right at all. Any normal human being would have at least show some sign of by now so why was it that Alfred-
“You aren’t the one to talk. How can you act as if nothing had happened after-“ Arthur stopped, and grabbed Alfred’s wrist, standing. “Learn to lie better. Where’s your bathroom? We need to get those bruises attended to.” His tone took on a softer edge. “...wouldn’t want them to get too obvious, would you? The teachers might sniff out something suspicious.” He was not doing this for Alfred because how his heart was clenching for that prat.
Alfred stared at Arthur for one long moment before a slow, hesitant smile start to spread across his face, and then broke out into a bout of small chortles.“..You do have a funny sense of humor, Arthur.” He reached out and ruffled Arthur’s hair. “....But thanks.”
Arthur twitched visibly at Alfred’s action and grumbled slightly under his breath. “You are the weird one here.”
Pause.
“You’re...welcome.”
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i love how arthur wants to save alfred...it's very sweet. <3
i'm going to be stalking this~
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Please update soon!
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Did you happen to name this fill after the Vocaloid song of the same name? Cuz that song is trés awesome.
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