Games of Pretension- 5/?
anonymous
October 31 2011, 05:14:52 UTC
Also, when I do things really wrong, please be patient with me. I am new at this, and I keep making stupid mistakes. Sorry about that...
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He visited the boys whenever he had the chance, which was more so in the off of the high social season, when his attentions were less sought after in London. When such was the case, the country was his regular refuge. Even so it had been almost a year since he had first come to know that grand dark manor house and the brightness it held within it.
His carriage bumped down the long tree lined gravel drive. When it stopped in front of the grand stone steps, Arthur sighed. The journey here had been entirely too long.
Suddenly, the huge wooden front doors swung open, emitting a boy, who flew down those stairs and towards him.
“Arthur!” he yelled as he collided with him. Arthur had to take a step back to keep his balance.
“My God, Alfred, you’ll knock me over! And my God child, you must have grown a foot!”
Alfred pulled away from his hug to look at him with shinning eyes.
“I’m so glad you’re here Arthur!” and Arthur softened.
“I promised I would come, didn’t I?”
“Yes, but I couldn’t have waited a moment longer. I was sitting in the window seat forever, and it was bloody hard!”
“Alfred!” he said sternly and he knew he looked properly outraged.
“Wherever did you hear such a perfectly nasty word? I ought to box your ears!”
Alfred just grinned wickedly.
“But you won’t.” he stated.
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because you love me too much!” but he still danced out of Arthur’s reach.
That mischievous little pest, where’d he learnt that sort of thing? Arthur decided Francis was to be blamed, and that he would speak with him harshly at their next meeting.
“You’re a cheeky little villain, you know that?” Alfred just grinned.
“Don’t let me hear you say that word again, understand?”
He nodded meekly, which Arthur would except for now. They went up into the house, and Alfred saw Arthur’s things to his room. Arthur would only be able to stay for two weeks at the most, but it was better than nothing.
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He visited the boys whenever he had the chance, which was more so in the off of the high social season, when his attentions were less sought after in London. When such was the case, the country was his regular refuge. Even so it had been almost a year since he had first come to know that grand dark manor house and the brightness it held within it.
His carriage bumped down the long tree lined gravel drive. When it stopped in front of the grand stone steps, Arthur sighed. The journey here had been entirely too long.
Suddenly, the huge wooden front doors swung open, emitting a boy, who flew down those stairs and towards him.
“Arthur!” he yelled as he collided with him. Arthur had to take a step back to keep his balance.
“My God, Alfred, you’ll knock me over! And my God child, you must have grown a foot!”
Alfred pulled away from his hug to look at him with shinning eyes.
“I’m so glad you’re here Arthur!” and Arthur softened.
“I promised I would come, didn’t I?”
“Yes, but I couldn’t have waited a moment longer. I was sitting in the window seat forever, and it was bloody hard!”
“Alfred!” he said sternly and he knew he looked properly outraged.
“Wherever did you hear such a perfectly nasty word? I ought to box your ears!”
Alfred just grinned wickedly.
“But you won’t.” he stated.
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because you love me too much!” but he still danced out of Arthur’s reach.
That mischievous little pest, where’d he learnt that sort of thing? Arthur decided Francis was to be blamed, and that he would speak with him harshly at their next meeting.
“You’re a cheeky little villain, you know that?” Alfred just grinned.
“Don’t let me hear you say that word again, understand?”
He nodded meekly, which Arthur would except for now. They went up into the house, and Alfred saw Arthur’s things to his room. Arthur would only be able to stay for two weeks at the most, but it was better than nothing.
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