if the dizzying highs don't subside over night

Sep 08, 2010 01:22

Characters: Alfred and Arthur
Location: infirmary
Time: afternoon
Content: Al and Arthur doing... Stuff?
Format: action
Warnings: idk

Dr. Blind, just prescribe the red ones )

alfred f. jones, arthur kirkland

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wewillwellroam September 8 2010, 05:42:25 UTC
[Arthur hadn't been able to sleep a wink since returning from the Hell dimension he'd been sucked into. That was probably a good thing- He had a lot to think about since regaining his memories. As trivial as it was, Arthur needed to recall every last bit of time that had passed while he was mentally skewed, every mistake he'd made, so that he could rectify them once he had the chance.

The biggest mistake having been forgetting his son. He couldn't shake the feeling that the boy would never forgive him even if it was only partially his father's fault in the first place.]

Alfred... [He said after arriving in the room, stuffed bunny tucked under his arm. His chest hurt, heart throbbing as he walked towards the bed. No bruises or bandages. But certainly there had to be quite a bit wrong for him to be trapped in the infirmary. Arthur reaches forward and brushes back the boy's bangs, eyebrows knit.] Always were unable to stay out of trouble...

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evertosoar September 8 2010, 05:48:00 UTC
[Alfred squirms a bit, if it's in response to Arthur's voice or just random movement is unknown. His face is colder than it really should be, as the blankets were all in a tangled knot just on the edge of falling off the bed entirely.]

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wewillwellroam September 8 2010, 05:59:00 UTC
[He notices Alfred's temperature, quickly growing worried. Arthur moves to tug the blankets up, tucking the material in underneath the boy and smoothing out any wrinkles.]

Has nobody bothered to tend to you? [He questioned, knowing he wouldn't get an answer. Laughing in spite of himself, Arthur shook his head and sat himself down on the edge of the bed, hands in his lap.] Right mess this is. You never were good at keeping a low profile.

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evertosoar September 8 2010, 06:11:45 UTC
[Settling down once the blankets are properly over him, though once Arthur sits it prompts him to squirm against Arthur's back, into the warmth.]

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