Everything the Light Touches - Piece 1 - [20/34?]
anonymous
March 11 2011, 02:29:44 UTC
“Alfred! You are a genius!” Arthur’s words made Alfred grin like a loon. The golden triangle was there, it had to be! He watched as Arthur opened his backpack and carefully placed another golden box into it, grinning the entire time before he started to redo the entire climbing process that had brought them to the platform Alfred was still standing on.
As Arthur climbed, Alfred decided to think up a proper route back. Using the vine to reach the second platform on the other side seemed like the best idea, they could jump to the last platform from there and then just go down the little gravel hill Alfred had used to climb up on it as he rushed to save Arthur.
“If it wasn’t for the fact that we just met and that I’d rather not boost your ego further, I’d kiss you.” Alfred blinked out of his reverie as Arthur dropped down next to him. He laughed and slung one arm around Arthur’s shoulders.
“I take it the golden triangle was there?” he asked as Arthur grumbled and pushed his arm off. The Brit nodded and took off his backpack and opened it, lifting up the second golden box. It was exquisitely made with gorgeous carvings and bejewelled with several different kinds of precious stones.
Alfred gently took the box from Arthur’s hands, their fingers brushing against each other briefly. He held the box gently and opened it slowly.
He frowned a bit; he had to admit that the golden triangle wasn’t exactly what he’d expected. He’d thought it would be rather extravagant with carvings and stuff, but it was just a triangle in gold, completely smooth. It didn’t even look all that valuable.
“That’s it…?” he couldn’t help but ask as he looked up at Arthur. Arthur shrugged.
“I suppose it is,” he said as Alfred closed the lid again and handed the box back to Arthur who carefully put it back into his backpack.
“I guess it’s time we get going, yeah?” Alfred said with a grin, Arthur flashed him a small smile and then they turned towards the vine.
“I wonder if this vine would hold for both out weight…” he murmured with a glance at Arthur’s slim frame. The vine should be strong enough, and there was one thing he’d always wanted to try, he’d just never had a damsel in distress for it… not that Arthur really qualified for that role, but whatever.
“It seems stable enough,” Arthur said and raised an eyebrow. “Why are you thinking about that?” Alfred didn’t answer, he just grinned. When Arthur’s eyes narrowed as his body tensed making him look like he thought Alfred was up to something; which he kinda was, actually.
“Oh, I’ve just always wanted to try something,” he said, grinning so hard he almost felt like his face would break. Arthur opened his mouth, probably to ask just what it is he’s always wanted to try, but Alfred darted forward and threw the Brit up on his shoulder before he could react.
Everything the Light Touches - Piece 1 - [21/34?]
anonymous
March 11 2011, 02:31:36 UTC
“Bloody hell! What are you doing, you sodding imbecile?!” Arthur screeched as he started to struggle. Alfred got his whip out and soon held the vine in his hand. “Oh no,” Arthur said and Alfred could really imagine his face growing pale. “You’re not really going to-!” he was cut off when Alfred threw himself forward, one arm wrapped around Arthur’s thighs to keep him on his shoulder, the other holding the vine in an iron grip.
Admittedly, having to swing back and forth a few times to gain momentum kinda killed the feeling and really made his arm tired, but damnit, it was kinda worth it when he landed on the platform softly with Arthur still slung over his shoulder. Damn, he really felt like a hero now.
“Oh, laugh it up, you git,” Arthur muttered from where he was slung over Alfred’s shoulder. Alfred laughed loudly. “Would you put me down?!” Arthur sounded pretty bitchy now, so Alfred just followed orders, but he kept his hands on Arthur’s hips even after the Brit had both feet on the ground again and grinned widely.
“You’re lucky I-!” Whatever Arthur was planning to say, it was interrupted by distant voices and the echoes of heavy footsteps.
They hurriedly pulled away from each other and jumped over to the next platform in synch. They crouched down and crept closer to the edge to stay out of sight.
As they sat there, crouched next to each other and completely silent, the echoes of voices and footsteps grew louder.
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Arthur fumed as he kept quiet next to the big buffoon who had had the nerve to throw him, Arthur Kirkland, over his shoulder as if he was the woman to Jones’ caveman. The nerve of that man.
Finally the approaching men came into view from the corridor outside the main chamber. ‘Damn, mercenaries,’ Arthur thought and bit his lip at the sight of the rifles the men held.
While the men were finally close enough for Arthur to hear what they were saying, it didn’t help much. They were speaking in a language Arthur didn’t know, but from the sound of it, he’d guess it was Russian.
“They know we’re down here,” Alfred suddenly whispered in his ear, voice low and breath fanning over Arthur’s ear. He flinched slightly at how good that felt and how sexy Alfred’s voice became when he spoke in such a deep and hushed voice.
“How do you know?” he murmured back, avoiding to look at the other man, this was not the time to get hot and bothered over stupidly good-looking American idiots.
“Well, they said so,” Alfred answered, the same way he spoke last time. Arthur suppressed a shiver.
“You understand them?” He eyed Alfred in the corner of his eyes and clearly saw a Hollywood-esque smile spread on his lips.
“Yeah, they’re speaking Russian.” So Arthur’s assumption had been correct. “And well, I’m fluent in Russian.” Arthur raised an eyebrow, is that so? How interesting.
That's it for now! I hope there are people who're reading and enjoying this. And to those who comments, lots and lots of love, y'guys. *__* <33
As Arthur climbed, Alfred decided to think up a proper route back. Using the vine to reach the second platform on the other side seemed like the best idea, they could jump to the last platform from there and then just go down the little gravel hill Alfred had used to climb up on it as he rushed to save Arthur.
“If it wasn’t for the fact that we just met and that I’d rather not boost your ego further, I’d kiss you.” Alfred blinked out of his reverie as Arthur dropped down next to him. He laughed and slung one arm around Arthur’s shoulders.
“I take it the golden triangle was there?” he asked as Arthur grumbled and pushed his arm off. The Brit nodded and took off his backpack and opened it, lifting up the second golden box. It was exquisitely made with gorgeous carvings and bejewelled with several different kinds of precious stones.
Alfred gently took the box from Arthur’s hands, their fingers brushing against each other briefly. He held the box gently and opened it slowly.
He frowned a bit; he had to admit that the golden triangle wasn’t exactly what he’d expected. He’d thought it would be rather extravagant with carvings and stuff, but it was just a triangle in gold, completely smooth. It didn’t even look all that valuable.
“That’s it…?” he couldn’t help but ask as he looked up at Arthur. Arthur shrugged.
“I suppose it is,” he said as Alfred closed the lid again and handed the box back to Arthur who carefully put it back into his backpack.
“I guess it’s time we get going, yeah?” Alfred said with a grin, Arthur flashed him a small smile and then they turned towards the vine.
“I wonder if this vine would hold for both out weight…” he murmured with a glance at Arthur’s slim frame. The vine should be strong enough, and there was one thing he’d always wanted to try, he’d just never had a damsel in distress for it… not that Arthur really qualified for that role, but whatever.
“It seems stable enough,” Arthur said and raised an eyebrow. “Why are you thinking about that?” Alfred didn’t answer, he just grinned. When Arthur’s eyes narrowed as his body tensed making him look like he thought Alfred was up to something; which he kinda was, actually.
“Oh, I’ve just always wanted to try something,” he said, grinning so hard he almost felt like his face would break. Arthur opened his mouth, probably to ask just what it is he’s always wanted to try, but Alfred darted forward and threw the Brit up on his shoulder before he could react.
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Admittedly, having to swing back and forth a few times to gain momentum kinda killed the feeling and really made his arm tired, but damnit, it was kinda worth it when he landed on the platform softly with Arthur still slung over his shoulder. Damn, he really felt like a hero now.
“Oh, laugh it up, you git,” Arthur muttered from where he was slung over Alfred’s shoulder. Alfred laughed loudly. “Would you put me down?!” Arthur sounded pretty bitchy now, so Alfred just followed orders, but he kept his hands on Arthur’s hips even after the Brit had both feet on the ground again and grinned widely.
“You’re lucky I-!” Whatever Arthur was planning to say, it was interrupted by distant voices and the echoes of heavy footsteps.
They hurriedly pulled away from each other and jumped over to the next platform in synch. They crouched down and crept closer to the edge to stay out of sight.
As they sat there, crouched next to each other and completely silent, the echoes of voices and footsteps grew louder.
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Arthur fumed as he kept quiet next to the big buffoon who had had the nerve to throw him, Arthur Kirkland, over his shoulder as if he was the woman to Jones’ caveman. The nerve of that man.
Finally the approaching men came into view from the corridor outside the main chamber. ‘Damn, mercenaries,’ Arthur thought and bit his lip at the sight of the rifles the men held.
While the men were finally close enough for Arthur to hear what they were saying, it didn’t help much. They were speaking in a language Arthur didn’t know, but from the sound of it, he’d guess it was Russian.
“They know we’re down here,” Alfred suddenly whispered in his ear, voice low and breath fanning over Arthur’s ear. He flinched slightly at how good that felt and how sexy Alfred’s voice became when he spoke in such a deep and hushed voice.
“How do you know?” he murmured back, avoiding to look at the other man, this was not the time to get hot and bothered over stupidly good-looking American idiots.
“Well, they said so,” Alfred answered, the same way he spoke last time. Arthur suppressed a shiver.
“You understand them?” He eyed Alfred in the corner of his eyes and clearly saw a Hollywood-esque smile spread on his lips.
“Yeah, they’re speaking Russian.” So Arthur’s assumption had been correct. “And well, I’m fluent in Russian.” Arthur raised an eyebrow, is that so? How interesting.
That's it for now! I hope there are people who're reading and enjoying this. And to those who comments, lots and lots of love, y'guys. *__* <33
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Also Alfred being fluent in Russian will always be sexy.
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I'm reading! And enjoying! And commenting too! Never stop, A!A!
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You're kinda sneaking it in there and keeping it believable and it's niiiiice :)
Can't wait for more! LOL Special Relationship vs Ivan XDD
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