Angels Don't Always Have Wings Part 4.A
anonymous
March 9 2010, 21:05:43 UTC
Arthur was getting angrier and angrier as the days passed. Alfred supposed that it was understandable. After all, he had yet to think of a wish.
At least, he had yet to think of a wish that worked.
He tried world peace.
”Too many people benefit from wars, and that would affect the thinking of those currently in a war. No.”
He tried food.
”Where the hell do you expect me to get it? I can’t produce it out of thin air, I’d have to steal it. No.”
Alfred was left to wallow in self-pity as the genie popped in and out of rooms, demanding everything from wishes to tea, then the bastard had the gall to use his kitchen. Alfred wasn’t sure what the hell the man had made, but it looked toxic (even if Arthur called it “real food
( ... )
Angels Don't Always Have Wings--Part 4.B
anonymous
March 9 2010, 21:07:11 UTC
As more time passed, Arthur seemed to accept the fact that he was never going to get a working wish from the American. He sat around and watched Alfred work, moping around on the couch and complaining about the food. Of course, after a while the moping turned into banter, and while it wasn’t friendly, it also wasn’t unfriendly; it leaned more towards good-natured.
The two slowly became used to each other, and while both refused to refer to the other as a friend, they did give in and go with acquaintanceHowever, there was still the matter of Arthur’s seemingly endless appetite for alcohol. While Arthur complained about Alfred’s love for cheeseburgers, Alfred complained about his addiction to alcohol (and often indicated that considering his personality, he wasn’t surprised they kicked him out of the “Upper Realm
( ... )
Angels Don't Always Have Wings--Part 4.C
anonymous
March 9 2010, 21:08:59 UTC
Arthur couldn’t remember much about the night before. The pounding headache made it obvious that there had been (a lot of) alcohol involved, but to what extent, and for what purpose, he did not know.
He opened his eyes slowly, stared at the wall. Blue, not silver. The walls in his urn were silver, though he had draped some blankets and tapestries on them to try to spice things up. His urn was a nice little place. There was furniture that accommodated the size change, and plenty of things to do, from embroidery to cooking (though after he had run out of supplies in the first fifty years, he hadn’t been able to restock
( ... )
Angels Don't Always Have Wings Part Five.A
anonymous
March 12 2010, 02:22:33 UTC
Alfred yawned loudly, clacking his teeth and squinting his eyes. The tiny angel looked petrified at the end of the bed, staring at how Alfred was draped over Arthur. Alfred didn’t really get why the kid was acting so odd (actually, he didn’t really notice him in his state), and then he looked up at Arthur.
“Awesome,” Alfred said, grinning drowsily.
“Why am I in your bed?” Arthur asked bluntly. But he didn’t just ask the question. There was an angel at the end of his bed (an angel named Peter, one that was quite possibly the biggest pain in the ass in the Upper Realm), and the shock that the child suffered at seeing him in bed with a stranger wasn’t nearly enough
( ... )
Angels Don't Always Have Wings Part Five.B
anonymous
March 12 2010, 02:24:18 UTC
“You realize how bloody hard it is to sleep when someone is playing horrendous music while they clean?” Arthur grumbled. “I thought it would never end.”
Alfred blinked, and he looked towards the television. “Robot Wars is on,” he pointed out. Arthur merely snorted and turned it onto the news.
Alfred frowned and slumped onto the opposite end of the couch, staring at the weatherman as he predicted rain. “I’m bored,” Alfred decided. Arthur didn’t even bother looking over at him. “Wanna catch a movie? Since it’s gonna rain an’ all?”
“I’d rather not.” Arthur pursed his lips. He was secretly hoping Alfred would just wish for him to accompany him to the theatre; then it’d be another wish down, and those fuckers in the Upper Realm would piss themselves
( ... )
Re: Angels Don't Always Have Wings Part Five.B--authornon
anonymous
March 18 2010, 15:14:36 UTC
I'm rewriting this/improving it or something. I don't like where it's going, and I really need to make it something I can like (right now, I wouldn't even put my name to it, tbch).
So yeah. I haven't dropped it. I'm just trying to improve it.
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RC: "calmer like"
Like who?
Canada?
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Arthur was getting angrier and angrier as the days passed. Alfred supposed that it was understandable. After all, he had yet to think of a wish.
At least, he had yet to think of a wish that worked.
He tried world peace.
”Too many people benefit from wars, and that would affect the thinking of those currently in a war. No.”
He tried food.
”Where the hell do you expect me to get it? I can’t produce it out of thin air, I’d have to steal it. No.”
Alfred was left to wallow in self-pity as the genie popped in and out of rooms, demanding everything from wishes to tea, then the bastard had the gall to use his kitchen. Alfred wasn’t sure what the hell the man had made, but it looked toxic (even if Arthur called it “real food ( ... )
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As more time passed, Arthur seemed to accept the fact that he was never going to get a working wish from the American. He sat around and watched Alfred work, moping around on the couch and complaining about the food. Of course, after a while the moping turned into banter, and while it wasn’t friendly, it also wasn’t unfriendly; it leaned more towards good-natured.
The two slowly became used to each other, and while both refused to refer to the other as a friend, they did give in and go with acquaintanceHowever, there was still the matter of Arthur’s seemingly endless appetite for alcohol. While Arthur complained about Alfred’s love for cheeseburgers, Alfred complained about his addiction to alcohol (and often indicated that considering his personality, he wasn’t surprised they kicked him out of the “Upper Realm ( ... )
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Arthur couldn’t remember much about the night before. The pounding headache made it obvious that there had been (a lot of) alcohol involved, but to what extent, and for what purpose, he did not know.
He opened his eyes slowly, stared at the wall. Blue, not silver. The walls in his urn were silver, though he had draped some blankets and tapestries on them to try to spice things up. His urn was a nice little place. There was furniture that accommodated the size change, and plenty of things to do, from embroidery to cooking (though after he had run out of supplies in the first fifty years, he hadn’t been able to restock ( ... )
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I love how their relationship is developing and I can't wait to see more!
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I'm looking forward to Alfred's reaction.
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xDD Can't wait to see Alfred's reaction. Pfft.
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Alfred yawned loudly, clacking his teeth and squinting his eyes. The tiny angel looked petrified at the end of the bed, staring at how Alfred was draped over Arthur. Alfred didn’t really get why the kid was acting so odd (actually, he didn’t really notice him in his state), and then he looked up at Arthur.
“Awesome,” Alfred said, grinning drowsily.
“Why am I in your bed?” Arthur asked bluntly. But he didn’t just ask the question. There was an angel at the end of his bed (an angel named Peter, one that was quite possibly the biggest pain in the ass in the Upper Realm), and the shock that the child suffered at seeing him in bed with a stranger wasn’t nearly enough ( ... )
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Alfred blinked, and he looked towards the television. “Robot Wars is on,” he pointed out. Arthur merely snorted and turned it onto the news.
Alfred frowned and slumped onto the opposite end of the couch, staring at the weatherman as he predicted rain. “I’m bored,” Alfred decided. Arthur didn’t even bother looking over at him. “Wanna catch a movie? Since it’s gonna rain an’ all?”
“I’d rather not.” Arthur pursed his lips. He was secretly hoping Alfred would just wish for him to accompany him to the theatre; then it’d be another wish down, and those fuckers in the Upper Realm would piss themselves ( ... )
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You don't know how much I love this fill, anon ♥
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So yeah. I haven't dropped it. I'm just trying to improve it.
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