Still Untitled >.> [6/?]
anonymous
February 23 2010, 02:16:32 UTC
Once again, it’s evening before things get patched up. Arthur returns to the dorm, chatting uncharacteristically with one of his newfound friends, a sweet Lithuanian boy names Toris. Toris, despite his small size and stature, appears well learned and very mature. Arthur laments on how he would have much preferred him as a roommate, especially as the poor boy seems terrified of his own
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Re: Savior [14/?]
anonymous
February 26 2010, 02:36:33 UTC
Oh, wow... I looked at this request a few days ago and thought it was amazing, but I never actually thought it'd be filled! and so well, too! you seriously made my night, author!annon
Re: Savior [14/?]
anonymous
February 26 2010, 03:02:34 UTC
trust!anon here <3
heehee, you've got me sucked into your fill as well xD it's interesting the way you've portrayed the relationship between Alfred and Arthur, the way he wants to say something, it really makes you feel for him
and your writing style is really different from mine, it's interesting to see how you use dialogue like that to move the story forward :3
looking forward to more (and jealous of your quick updates xD)
Re: Savior [14/?]
anonymous
February 27 2010, 01:46:24 UTC
author!anon here!
thank you all so much! 8D
and the only reason I update so fast is because i'm used to doing five paragraph essays the night before they're due. procrastination has its perks! =D
Savior [15/?]
anonymous
February 27 2010, 01:55:50 UTC
The last midterm, History. Arthur is almost laughing about how mind numbingly easy it is.
The Glorious Revolution. Cromwell. Absolute Monarchs. Exploration of the new world. Imperialism.
He could recite facts about these topics in his sleep.
This is why, when he finishes a half hour early, he goes back to check his answers. Then he goes back to check again, even though he knows he got them all right.
Easy.
The monotone voice crackles over the loudspeakers.
Midterms are over.
There is a collective cheer from the hundred or so students cramped together in the room. Now, the celebration can really begin.
Arthur turns to find Alfred, to celebrate, but is quickly pulled aside by Matthew. His blue eyes sparkle wickedly, and Arthur can see that the rest of the student council has already congregated to the side of the room.
“Alright, everyone,” Matthew whispers, “Are you all excited for the dance, tonight?”
They all nod.
“That’s great, because we have a lot of work to do. We need to set up the gym and get the food ready. Ludwig
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Savior [17/?]
anonymous
February 28 2010, 02:35:14 UTC
Calm. You have you calm yourself. Arthur’s knuckles are white as he grips the edge of the chair.
He wants to scream, to punch, to unleash his fury on the world.
Alfred… Alfred and coach…
The bile rises in his throat again, but he chokes it down. Each time he hears footsteps in the hallway, he wonders if it’s Alfred.
He doesn’t know whether he wants him back, so he can thoroughly chastise him for what he’s done, or whether he wants him to leave and never return
Stay with coach.
It seems like hours. Maybe it is. Arthur can’t sleep, can’t think.
He goes over and over in his head what he’ll say, what he’ll do.
He’ll tell.
There are footsteps in the hallway and the doorknob is turning oh god oh god I don’t want to deal with youIt’s Alfred. Stumbling into the room, noticing that Arthur is still awake, and attempting to straighten up
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Savior [17.5/?]
anonymous
February 28 2010, 02:45:48 UTC
Arthur laughs, laughs. “Well that explains it. That explains it all. No wonder coach wouldn’t cut you from the team. I suppose it’s hard to find a student slutty enough screw you, isn’t it? In order to stay on the team, you fucked him, right?”
His voice turns hard, steely. “That was your payment to him. Just like a common prostitute. You whore.”
“S-stop, Arthur…”
“I’ll tell.” Arthur spits at him. “I’ll tell everyone everything and they’ll see who this Golden Boy really is. Wouldn’t that be lovely? Wouldn’t that be fucking fantastic? I think it would!” He lets out a harsh, high chuckle. “Maybe I’ll go right now.”
“No!” Alfred squeaks out. “D-don’t, don’t, please don’t tell!”
And Arthur stops, because Alfred is still on his knees. Because Alfred is crying.
No, not crying. SobbingHis shoulders are shaking, his face is ducked down, causing fat tears to drip onto the carpet. He’s hugging himself, trembling as if he’s cold, mumbling something nearly unintelligible
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Oh Arthur...if you would just listen...really listen to Alfred... *sighs*
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you seriously made my night, author!annon
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heehee, you've got me sucked into your fill as well xD it's interesting the way you've portrayed the relationship between Alfred and Arthur, the way he wants to say something, it really makes you feel for him
and your writing style is really different from mine, it's interesting to see how you use dialogue like that to move the story forward :3
looking forward to more (and jealous of your quick updates xD)
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"FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF".
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Hope for you to continue. I love this fill. <3'
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thank you all so much! 8D
and the only reason I update so fast is because i'm used to doing five paragraph essays the night before they're due. procrastination has its perks! =D
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The Glorious Revolution. Cromwell. Absolute Monarchs. Exploration of the new world. Imperialism.
He could recite facts about these topics in his sleep.
This is why, when he finishes a half hour early, he goes back to check his answers. Then he goes back to check again, even though he knows he got them all right.
Easy.
The monotone voice crackles over the loudspeakers.
Midterms are over.
There is a collective cheer from the hundred or so students cramped together in the room. Now, the celebration can really begin.
Arthur turns to find Alfred, to celebrate, but is quickly pulled aside by Matthew. His blue eyes sparkle wickedly, and Arthur can see that the rest of the student council has already congregated to the side of the room.
“Alright, everyone,” Matthew whispers, “Are you all excited for the dance, tonight?”
They all nod.
“That’s great, because we have a lot of work to do. We need to set up the gym and get the food ready. Ludwig ( ... )
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you updated again and it's so good and oh, ALFRED... T.T
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I just read it all the way through and you don't know how disappointed I am that there isn't anymore.
It's really great and just, oh Alfred. =( This is heartbreaking.
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He wants to scream, to punch, to unleash his fury on the world.
Alfred… Alfred and coach…
The bile rises in his throat again, but he chokes it down. Each time he hears footsteps in the hallway, he wonders if it’s Alfred.
He doesn’t know whether he wants him back, so he can thoroughly chastise him for what he’s done, or whether he wants him to leave and never return
Stay with coach.
It seems like hours. Maybe it is. Arthur can’t sleep, can’t think.
He goes over and over in his head what he’ll say, what he’ll do.
He’ll tell.
There are footsteps in the hallway and the doorknob is turning oh god oh god I don’t want to deal with youIt’s Alfred. Stumbling into the room, noticing that Arthur is still awake, and attempting to straighten up ( ... )
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His voice turns hard, steely. “That was your payment to him. Just like a common prostitute. You whore.”
“S-stop, Arthur…”
“I’ll tell.” Arthur spits at him. “I’ll tell everyone everything and they’ll see who this Golden Boy really is. Wouldn’t that be lovely? Wouldn’t that be fucking fantastic? I think it would!” He lets out a harsh, high chuckle. “Maybe I’ll go right now.”
“No!” Alfred squeaks out. “D-don’t, don’t, please don’t tell!”
And Arthur stops, because Alfred is still on his knees. Because Alfred is crying.
No, not crying. SobbingHis shoulders are shaking, his face is ducked down, causing fat tears to drip onto the carpet. He’s hugging himself, trembling as if he’s cold, mumbling something nearly unintelligible ( ... )
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