Puppet (1/3)
anonymous
December 2 2009, 09:19:25 UTC
It’s effortless.
Always, he had chosen words carefully around Alfred. Their relationship was sullied by Arthur, who was forever saying things he didn’t mean and tiptoeing around the truth. It couldn’t be helped, because a revelation could lead to rejection. And rejection wasn’t (couldn't be) a possibility.
He’d rather let Alfred rip out his throat than let him tell him that he didn’t love him.
So, he had made sure that Alfred would never tell him that
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Puppet (2/3)
anonymous
December 2 2009, 09:48:19 UTC
“Fuck, Arthur, we need to talk,” Matthew growled, walking in the room with heavy steps. Arthur was about to inquire as to why the hell he was walking in uninvited, but then noticed the nasty looking bruise he wore under his eye
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Puppet (3/3)
anonymous
December 2 2009, 10:15:36 UTC
“Please, Alfred,” Arthur groaned, grasping his hand gently. “Don’t get involved in all of this.”
“He can get involved if he wants to!” Matthew shouted. “Even if everything he says is just to cover up for you!”
Arthur felt a sheet of sweat beginning to form on his temples. He pressed his cheek to the back of Alfred’s hand, clinging to the form of comfort like a child. “You’re right, Matthew. But," he breathes, leaning back against that strong chest. “I’m not trying to own Alfred. I just want Alfred to love me. I…need him to love me
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Re: Puppet (3/3)
anonymous
December 2 2009, 20:58:31 UTC
I love the way you wrote this, Arthur is so desperately logical and oh, Matthew, being able to see what's going on but helpless to stop it. Creepy and awesome, anon. ♥
Always, he had chosen words carefully around Alfred. Their relationship was sullied by Arthur, who was forever saying things he didn’t mean and tiptoeing around the truth. It couldn’t be helped, because a revelation could lead to rejection. And rejection wasn’t (couldn't be) a possibility.
He’d rather let Alfred rip out his throat than let him tell him that he didn’t love him.
So, he had made sure that Alfred would never tell him that ( ... )
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“He can get involved if he wants to!” Matthew shouted. “Even if everything he says is just to cover up for you!”
Arthur felt a sheet of sweat beginning to form on his temples. He pressed his cheek to the back of Alfred’s hand, clinging to the form of comfort like a child. “You’re right, Matthew. But," he breathes, leaning back against that strong chest. “I’m not trying to own Alfred. I just want Alfred to love me. I…need him to love me ( ... )
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Thanks for filling this! ;o;
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I'm so happy for the second fill! Its beautiful!
Thanky you anon! Thank you! xD
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