Games of Pretension- 7/?
anonymous
November 21 2011, 13:32:03 UTC
He had not been able to make a trip to the country for some months one year, when the boys had been thirteen years old. It had been a spectacularly dramatic season, and his mother had encountered a spot of money trouble, and he had been entirely preoccupied. He knew Francis had had a better time of it, and he had written Arthur regularly on the state of affairs at the manor and with the boys. Satisfied that Francis was taking care to what needed to seen to, he had allowed himself to focus on his life in the city.
By the time that he next time he found occasion to visit them, they were fourteen and much changed. He knew children would arrive at a stage in their growing up where the changes became quickly noticeable, but he never thought it would happen so quickly…
When he has first arrived at the house, he found the two of them reading in the sitting room. He had needed to ask a maid where he might find them, since for the first time since he had started coming here their noise didn’t give away their location immediately.
The room was dim since the day was heavily overcast and the lamps were lit.
His eyes took them in immediately, going to Alfred before anything else. He wore spectacles, which were new to him, and somehow he was barely recognizable to Arthur as his little boy. No, somehow he was suddenly recognizable as something as something else entirely. Oh-
Arthur quickly looked at Mathew also. He too was much changed and also wearing eye glasses but it didn’t bear the same profound effect on Arthur. Alfred looked like a young man, not a child. He looked like something so perfectly- Arthur had to stop himself.
He pushed the door open a little more loudly and they both looked up. Alfred seemed like he was on the verge of exploding. He tossed his book on the couch where he had been sitting and went to Arthur. He looked so adult that Arthur almost expected him to hold out a hand to be shaken, but he jumped on Arthur, as always. Well, he could only be expected to change so much, and quite frankly, this was something Arthur wasn’t looking forward to having that change.
By the time that he next time he found occasion to visit them, they were fourteen and much changed. He knew children would arrive at a stage in their growing up where the changes became quickly noticeable, but he never thought it would happen so quickly…
When he has first arrived at the house, he found the two of them reading in the sitting room. He had needed to ask a maid where he might find them, since for the first time since he had started coming here their noise didn’t give away their location immediately.
The room was dim since the day was heavily overcast and the lamps were lit.
His eyes took them in immediately, going to Alfred before anything else. He wore spectacles, which were new to him, and somehow he was barely recognizable to Arthur as his little boy. No, somehow he was suddenly recognizable as something as something else entirely. Oh-
Arthur quickly looked at Mathew also. He too was much changed and also wearing eye glasses but it didn’t bear the same profound effect on Arthur.
Alfred looked like a young man, not a child. He looked like something so perfectly- Arthur had to stop himself.
He pushed the door open a little more loudly and they both looked up. Alfred seemed like he was on the verge of exploding. He tossed his book on the couch where he had been sitting and went to Arthur. He looked so adult that Arthur almost expected him to hold out a hand to be shaken, but he jumped on Arthur, as always. Well, he could only be expected to change so much, and quite frankly, this was something Arthur wasn’t looking forward to having that change.
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