Re: Pride goeth before destruction [14/?]
anonymous
May 22 2009, 17:25:56 UTC
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“Ah, mon cheri, Arthur!”
Once again, Arthur found himself caught by Francis again as he was making his cleaning rounds.
“How do you always manage to sneak inside?” he snapped. If he did not know better he would have thought that the man actually broke into the manor to do all sorts of lewd things.
“A trade secret,” Francis winked. “Mon ami, Alfred is not home yet?”
“He’s out playing that terrible game he likes so much,” Arthur grumbled. It was worse when Alfred was not in; there was no one to save him this time if Francis decided that his clothes were getting a little too small for him.
However, groping him was something that Francis would settle for later Digging into his breast pocket he produced a piece of paper and handed it to Arthur. “Ah then perhaps I can send you on an errand? It is important that he gets this soon. Here, I will write down directions.”
Arthur grudgingly took the note and excused himself. At least this way there was no chance of being molested. He was disappointed to see, however, that apart from the directions the note Francis had given him was in some sort of code.
“This is definitely shady!” he muttered, pocketing both note and directions as he made his way to the gambling houses.
Re: Pride goeth before destruction [15/?]
anonymous
May 24 2009, 22:08:05 UTC
Arthur approached gambling house with more than a little caution. He had never seen a gambling house before, of course he had not; he was from a well-to-do family! Ignoring the fact that his brothers often gambled, he had never had any desire to throw money away.
The current establishment looked more like a whore house without the whores, not that he had ever been to the red light district either!
The doorman was a squat but muscular man with more hairs in his nose than his entire head. Plucking up his courage, he approached him, clearing his throat loudly so that he could be heard over the loud voices coming from within.
“I’m here with a message for Mr Alfred Jones.”
The man fixed him in his sight, scowling as if he resented being forced to do his job. Grumbling under his breath, he hoped from the stool where he had been half-sleeping and unlocked the iron door, leading him into a place with nefariously narrow corridors with purple walls and disgustingly ruddy red carpets stained with alcohol.
“Can’t he gamble in a more refined place,” Arthur hissed under his breath. Stupid Alfred and his stupid habits!
The man brought him along a series of doors. Muffled voices shouted behind the oak, sounds of struggles and even the odd scream made Arthur jump.
“The one on th’ end,” the doorman grunted, thrusting his thumb in the direction of the last door at the end of the corridor before ambling back to his post.
Arthur forgot to thank the man, not that he had really done anything to be thanked. He was too busy staring at the door as though it were a portal to the underworld. This was shady. This was definitely shady.
He chided himself for being so weak. No, he would go in there, march up to that idiot Alfred, and give him a piece of his mind about gambling and how it corrupted the soul or something! His hand as already firmly wrapped around the handle when his courage was suddenly drained by the angry shouts coming from within.
“Damn you Jones! You cheated!”
It figured that someone would be angry with Alfred. That was not what caused him to pause. Though muffled, he knew that voice.
“Don’t be such a sore loser, I never use underhanded tricks,” he could hear the glee on Alfred’s voice.
“Dammit, my entire fortune is riding on this!”
“B - Brother?” Arthur whispered and pressed his ear to the door.
“Maybe you should quit,” Alfred advised.
“Screw you! I’ve already lost this much!”
Yes, his brother had already lost their estates and almost all of their wealth Was that not why they sold him To pay for their debts? Yet now his stupid brother was doing the same thing he had before, only this time they would not be able to sell him again if they got into trouble.
Arthur could hear Alfred sigh. “If you insist.”
“Bastard, is taking my little brother not enough for you?”
“I was under the impression that you didn’t like him. Besides I - ”
There was a loud thud, which sounded distinctly like someone slamming something down on the table.
“Don’t screw with me! This is all your fault! In fact you were the one who suggested we sell him to pay off the money we owed! You said that you would help cover our debts if we did!”
Arthur jerked his head back, his heart thumping. Alfred had really said that? But that was impossible, how had Alfred even been aware of his existence before that day when he had been sold as a slave? Had this whole thing been orchestrated by him? Arthur could not imagine why.
His hands curled into tight fists. He did not know why this sudden realisation hurt him either. It was as if someone had driven a stake into his chest, it was a burning fire that continually seared him without relief. He always knew that man had been rotten, hadn’t he? He always knew that man had been no good.
“What did I ever do to you?” Arthur muttered, turning his back to the door.
“Ah, mon cheri, Arthur!”
Once again, Arthur found himself caught by Francis again as he was making his cleaning rounds.
“How do you always manage to sneak inside?” he snapped. If he did not know better he would have thought that the man actually broke into the manor to do all sorts of lewd things.
“A trade secret,” Francis winked. “Mon ami, Alfred is not home yet?”
“He’s out playing that terrible game he likes so much,” Arthur grumbled. It was worse when Alfred was not in; there was no one to save him this time if Francis decided that his clothes were getting a little too small for him.
However, groping him was something that Francis would settle for later Digging into his breast pocket he produced a piece of paper and handed it to Arthur. “Ah then perhaps I can send you on an errand? It is important that he gets this soon. Here, I will write down directions.”
Arthur grudgingly took the note and excused himself. At least this way there was no chance of being molested. He was disappointed to see, however, that apart from the directions the note Francis had given him was in some sort of code.
“This is definitely shady!” he muttered, pocketing both note and directions as he made his way to the gambling houses.
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I can't wait to read more ♥
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Oh God, cliffhanger. ♥
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The current establishment looked more like a whore house without the whores, not that he had ever been to the red light district either!
The doorman was a squat but muscular man with more hairs in his nose than his entire head. Plucking up his courage, he approached him, clearing his throat loudly so that he could be heard over the loud voices coming from within.
“I’m here with a message for Mr Alfred Jones.”
The man fixed him in his sight, scowling as if he resented being forced to do his job. Grumbling under his breath, he hoped from the stool where he had been half-sleeping and unlocked the iron door, leading him into a place with nefariously narrow corridors with purple walls and disgustingly ruddy red carpets stained with alcohol.
“Can’t he gamble in a more refined place,” Arthur hissed under his breath. Stupid Alfred and his stupid habits!
The man brought him along a series of doors. Muffled voices shouted behind the oak, sounds of struggles and even the odd scream made Arthur jump.
“The one on th’ end,” the doorman grunted, thrusting his thumb in the direction of the last door at the end of the corridor before ambling back to his post.
Arthur forgot to thank the man, not that he had really done anything to be thanked. He was too busy staring at the door as though it were a portal to the underworld. This was shady. This was definitely shady.
He chided himself for being so weak. No, he would go in there, march up to that idiot Alfred, and give him a piece of his mind about gambling and how it corrupted the soul or something! His hand as already firmly wrapped around the handle when his courage was suddenly drained by the angry shouts coming from within.
“Damn you Jones! You cheated!”
It figured that someone would be angry with Alfred. That was not what caused him to pause. Though muffled, he knew that voice.
“Don’t be such a sore loser, I never use underhanded tricks,” he could hear the glee on Alfred’s voice.
“Dammit, my entire fortune is riding on this!”
“B - Brother?” Arthur whispered and pressed his ear to the door.
“Maybe you should quit,” Alfred advised.
“Screw you! I’ve already lost this much!”
Yes, his brother had already lost their estates and almost all of their wealth Was that not why they sold him To pay for their debts? Yet now his stupid brother was doing the same thing he had before, only this time they would not be able to sell him again if they got into trouble.
Arthur could hear Alfred sigh. “If you insist.”
“Bastard, is taking my little brother not enough for you?”
“I was under the impression that you didn’t like him. Besides I - ”
There was a loud thud, which sounded distinctly like someone slamming something down on the table.
“Don’t screw with me! This is all your fault! In fact you were the one who suggested we sell him to pay off the money we owed! You said that you would help cover our debts if we did!”
Arthur jerked his head back, his heart thumping. Alfred had really said that? But that was impossible, how had Alfred even been aware of his existence before that day when he had been sold as a slave? Had this whole thing been orchestrated by him? Arthur could not imagine why.
His hands curled into tight fists. He did not know why this sudden realisation hurt him either. It was as if someone had driven a stake into his chest, it was a burning fire that continually seared him without relief. He always knew that man had been rotten, hadn’t he? He always knew that man had been no good.
“What did I ever do to you?” Arthur muttered, turning his back to the door.
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Arthur! Don't be so mad at Alfred. ♥
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B-but he did it out of lust love, Arthur?
Anyway, Alfred is not the only one to blame, he just suggested it and your brother went through with it~
D:
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Can't wait for more Writer!Anon~
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S-Something in me is heartwarmimg though that Arthur's brothers really didn't want to sell him, but yeah. -bricked-
But fffff, will be checking for updates like no tomorrow. -spams F5-
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CLIFFHANGER!!!!
-f5 f5 f5 f5-
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
f5's some more.....Anon you are responsible if my keyboard break -just kidding- but just so you know ILU
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