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[fleurdeamour]

[Happy Christmas eve everyone! He's going to be walking around town and such. He's bundled up for the weather, a coat and gloves. He's got a hairpin in as well, clipping his bangs back. Attached to that is a sprig of mistletoe

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[only1highlander]

[Oh he would head right on over to him, a bit excited and a bit jealous. Francis was on the prowl...]

Yer lookin' fer some trouble?

[he stepped over, obviously wanting to be the first troublemaker. And the last of course]

[fleurdeamour]

[...he could hardly believe it...but Barclay's eyes held nothing but truth.]

...I...so zis whole time, you...

[Tears ran down his cheek, just two.]

[only1highlander]

Ah were desperateleh tryin' tae git tae ye. Ah couldn't git tae ye in teim tae stop... Who' 'appened tae us.

[fleurdeamour]

[He can't stand it anymore and hugs him close, burying his face into his shoulder. That...that wasn't fair. Arthur...you....]

Zat bastard!

[How many times did you have to break his heart?! How many times did you have to make him hate you!?]

[only1highlander]

[He hugged Francis tightly, rubbing his back and rhen petting his hair]

Who, Arthur er Germaneh?

[Oh wait. Right. You didn't know about the Scottish Blitz]

[fleurdeamour]

[He jumps at Germany's name, his heart skipping a beat.]

...I...I m-meant Arthur...but...

...w-why deed you bring up Germany...

[only1highlander]

[That jump... He shouldn't have brought it up. But he better say it now so he didn't startle Francis in vain]

Ah shouldnt've... Ah ... Arthur covered up his blitz on Clydebank...

[he got tense as he spoke, uncomfortable. But he'd muscle through it for Francis]

[fleurdeamour]

...you...deed he...were you...

[He couldn't finish the question, but his eyes asked enough. And told a similar story.]

[only1highlander]

[He looked away but slowly...ge nodded]

Arthur didn't think it were a bug deal. He kept et secret. Tol meh tae jess git o'er et. Ah dinnae care who he see but... When Germaneh came he... he smelled lie ye...it drove meh mad...ah... Ah tried tae...

[fleurdeamour]

[He swallows.]

...from 1940 till ze end of ze war... He had captured me... Oh, Barclay.]

[He clings tighter to him]

[only1highlander]

[He swallowed thickly, looking pained]

Ah'm sorreh Francis... Ah didn't pr'tect ye

[His voice trembled and not from the cold. His love, his Francis, his little bird had been violated... For years he... He was to blame and goddammit so was Arthur. He was furious.]

Arthur wouldn't let meh oot tae war wid ye, tae feight him off.

[fleurdeamour]

You couldn't...I know you would have, I know...

[He was trembling, too, a hand in that vibrant red hair of his, holding him close.]

...eet's okay. You're here now. I'm here now.

[only1highlander]

Aye. Ah'm here new. Ain't nuttin' gon hurt ye while ah'm around.

[He held Francis tightly, petting his blond locks]

[fleurdeamour]

Barclay...

[He nuzzled into him, calming as his hair was pet. He looks up at him.]

I missed you...

[only1highlander]

Missed dinnae e'en cover et poppet.

[He kissed Francis again. Full of love, passion, energy. Pure Barclay]

[fleurdeamour]

[The kiss knocks the breath out of him, and he presses flush into him, kissing back, taken. His hands move to either side of the Scotsman's face, pulling him closer.]