Missing Persons (2/?)
anonymous
January 3 2011, 01:35:48 UTC
What set them off mutually was Arthur's genuine fear that one of the many criminals he'd put away in his short but so far illustrious career would find out about them and do something to Alfred out of revenge. Alfred could not stand Arthur when he got that way. Would not listen to him if he started talking about it. Arthur learned early on to explain away the nightmares he got, to let Alfred believe that he didn't worry quite so obsessively about him. So this was a problem in communication.
But there was the sex. And the massages. And the thousand-volt smile. And the reassurance that when Arthur came home Alfred would be making a study snack and reading and doing other things that normal people with jobs that weren't high-stress did. Arthur never realized how lonely he once was until he woke up in the middle of the night once and realized that he could not remember a time when he wasn't waking up to find Alfred had kicked off the covers and sheets again.
With a smile, Arthur managed to doze off beside Alfred.
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As expected, Alfred was gone by the time Arthur woke up in the morning. His morning class was ridiculously early after all. Arthur pulled open the blinds and got dressed efficiently, traipsing downstairs to the kitchen, hoping he wouldn't wake the landlady, who was just so kind to put up with some of her tennants' louder late night activities.
Sofia was already awake and making waffles. She smiled at Arthur when she saw him, and said in her broken English, "Good morning, Arthur. You're up early, aren't you?"
"Well, crime doesn't take a holiday. And I'm pretty sure it doesn't sleep in, either," Arthur quipped, and gratefully took the tea he was handed. "Thank you, Ms. Vanderhelm. You really don't have to make me breakfast, though. I'm quite capable of doing it myself."
Sofia decided not to mention the crisp twenty dollar bill Alfred had personally given her so Arthur wouldn't make his own breakfast, and sat him down.
Loving Alfred and Arthur's interactions, anonauthor. I like how you've explained away Alfred's strength, and worked it into the relationship as an antagonist in itself.
But there was the sex. And the massages. And the thousand-volt smile. And the reassurance that when Arthur came home Alfred would be making a study snack and reading and doing other things that normal people with jobs that weren't high-stress did. Arthur never realized how lonely he once was until he woke up in the middle of the night once and realized that he could not remember a time when he wasn't waking up to find Alfred had kicked off the covers and sheets again.
With a smile, Arthur managed to doze off beside Alfred.
---
As expected, Alfred was gone by the time Arthur woke up in the morning. His morning class was ridiculously early after all. Arthur pulled open the blinds and got dressed efficiently, traipsing downstairs to the kitchen, hoping he wouldn't wake the landlady, who was just so kind to put up with some of her tennants' louder late night activities.
Sofia was already awake and making waffles. She smiled at Arthur when she saw him, and said in her broken English, "Good morning, Arthur. You're up early, aren't you?"
"Well, crime doesn't take a holiday. And I'm pretty sure it doesn't sleep in, either," Arthur quipped, and gratefully took the tea he was handed. "Thank you, Ms. Vanderhelm. You really don't have to make me breakfast, though. I'm quite capable of doing it myself."
Sofia decided not to mention the crisp twenty dollar bill Alfred had personally given her so Arthur wouldn't make his own breakfast, and sat him down.
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Yeah, an accident like that... really explains shit that Alfred does sometimes.
... I just love them. A lot.
"Those sons of bitches" XD
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;-; i CANT WAIT TO READ MORE
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Can't wait to read more, keep it up!
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