Good Day To You.

How did things manage to get to this point? He messed up. He...

Sat, 06 Aug 2011 16:17:43 -0400

How did things manage to get to this point? He messed up. He knew he did and there was simply no getting over that anymore. The grip on his heart, the pain he felt from the other, especially at his heart—like it was being ripped out—hurt. It always hurt so much. He had left the boy so abruptly and he knew deep down how exactly that would hurt him. He knew how much they truly meant to each other and he couldn’t let that go. So to him, he didn’t. He never said good-bye so he never had to leave. Good-byes were forever and he just knew that he wouldn’t be able to handle something like that. He cared too much to just abandon their relationship. And the only way he knew how to keep it was to destroy it and then build it back up. If he had said good-bye that day and had kept everything between them perfect like I had been, that would have been the end of it. Sometimes he wished he knew how to explain that, but he never really did know how.

Maybe he knew deep down that they would never truly have that relationship again with him. Now that he thought of it, it would be silly to think that they could. It simply couldn’t happen now that time had passed. Too much had happened to each of them; they had grown so much on their own—or at least Arthur had. He seemed to have grown so much, and he was proud of who he had become. He was strong; he was something to be admired, at least that was what he thought. And he certainly wasn’t going to change that thought anytime soon. No, he would always hold this man in some kind of high regard—he simply couldn’t think any other way.

But seeing that back yet again, and feeling that strong tug at his heart, he knew none of this was going to be easy. There was just no way for it to be. Those ties that he had so carefully woven for them had been shattered and new ones had to be made if there were to ever be anything like what they had. He had to start anew, but… there was the problem of breaking that first barrier. That was the most important one to get over, and it was not going to be easy.

‘I… I’m sorry.’ It almost felt odd apologising. But right then, he was a little desperate. ‘I don’t… I don’t know how to make you understand why I did what I did.’ He was tentative about it, but he took those few steps closer towards the other, keeping his eyes on that narrow back. It had just been too long… It really had been and he only had himself to blame for it. But he had to tell himself it was for the best that he did it. He had to. If he wanted to salvage their relationship, it had to have been done. So with a sigh, he closed his eyes and carefully wrapped his arms around the man’s waist. He was scared that he would pull away, and yet he was half expecting him to. Considering how things had been going, he really should not be surprised but it. But with his chance, he buried his face in that back, and kept muttering, ‘I didn’t mean to hurt you. I didn’t mean for everything to wrong like that. I just couldn’t say good-bye to you. You meant too much. You still do. So forgive me. For hurting you like that.’

Arthur was frozen. The apology reeked of sincerity. And as he continued speaking, he couldn’t bring himself to up and leave as he so wanted to. He didn’t want to forgive the angel. The angel had hurt him in a way that had made him weak, and that in and of itself was not a reason to never talk to him again. Things that weakened him were not worth keeping around; Because Arthur Kirkland was not weak.

But he was torn. Torn as he felt the warm arms surround his midsection. Part of him wanted to melt into the embrace. Not just to melt into it, but to return it with reciprocated affection. It wasn’t as if anyone ever received embraces from Arthur as forthright as he had wanted to give to Britannia Angel just now, anyways. If they got that far. It wasn’t often he embraced anyone at all. Even in this moment with the breeze weaving it’s way through them and the garden, on display for any passer by-er to see, he couldn’t help but feel…at ease.

But.

The other half, was quite opposite, and quite loud. It said to him— screamed at him, to pull away. To push that blasted angel into the dirt and tell him his apologies were empty. Were lies. Arthur wouldn’t so easily be pulled into a futile grasp at a healthy relationship. With someone…good for him…best interest at heart. That just couldn’t be true. This just couldn’t be true. Britannia Angel couldn’t truly be back looking to rekindle their long since broken relationship at such a chance meeting as this. Not after all this time they’d lost…all this time he’d aged…

Arthur finally shook his head, trembling hands pushing down the Angel’s arms from his waist. “I…” There was nothing he could think to say. There was nothing he could wish to take…to receive from the angel…what he wanted was the angel’s undying love and affection.

He knew it.

And within his own head he could quietly admit it to himself. Shamefully admit it to himself.

“…I can’t trust that you won’t leave me again. I can’t trust that you won’t leave me again.” And no matter what the angel said, he couldn’t ever trust that anyone wouldn’t leave him again. Not that he hadn’t come to terms with this fact. There was no denying it. Relations with other countries grew strong and fell weak. People died.

Nothing was ever certain for long. And time was always lingering over his head reminding him that while he may be happy today, tomorrow was always carrying the chance that he was be alone again. And if Britannia Angel was to leave once more…he wasn’t sure if he could handle it.

“But…you…you should…you should come in for tea.” He spoke before he thought. And in his mind he knew part of him was dying knowing just this day could be their last together…but for some reason…he felt the need to quiet that voice…and venture down a path he rarely used…an optimistic one.

As expected, the other was quite…punctual as to what was being...

Sat, 06 Aug 2011 04:03:32 -0400

As expected, the other was quite…punctual as to what was being said and done from his lips. Kuro watched the other man with a seeming interest, the smile on his lips still playing, even as Arthur expanded upon his words and made his point for idle chatter meaningless. Of course Arthur would wish to rush this conversation and remove his presence from him… Of course it would not be a big deal to him, nor would he want to indulge in his visitation… The empire was not important to the British man, nor anything of desire…not anymore.

But that did not matter to Kuro. He had business with the man…and this business involved, actually, the very fact that was on Kuro’s mind. His unimportance…when in reality, he should have been important…

…very important…considering he would not go easy on him in this moment.

“Ah, that is all fine and appropriate,” Kuro seemed to agree with the man, nodding as he reclined back against the couch. “The business, is actually, nothing that should be too foreign to you, Asa-san… You see…” He leaned forward suddenly, grabbing the other man by the face as he forced him to look into his eyes, crimson staring intently into deep green. “…I have not forgotten where you have left me, Asa-san… I do not appreciate the betrayal, nor ruin, you tried to leave on the empire.” His smile grew wider, forming a wicked smirk. “I have come to the conclusion that it would be wise to…address this issue with you in an appropriate manner.”

Arthur nodded as Kuro spoke, removing his ankle and leaning forward to pick up his tea cup again. But just as he had griped the small handle, nimble fingers called Arthur’s attention in an undeniable way. His face was blank as he felt the hand tighten around his jaw.

And Arthur couldn’t help but let out a quiet chuckle, not gracing the Asian with his direct eye contact for much longer. Looking away the chuckle returned, though he couldn’t quite pinpoint what had sent such a dark ting through his nature. Kuro. Kuro. He could always bring forth the worst in Arthur.

“It’s rather amusing you speak of ‘appropriate mannerisms’ whilst acting completely inappropriate.” Arthur reached up and gripped the small wrist with crippling strength, removing it from his chin. “When in my home, Kuro, I’d like very much for you to respect me.” He tightened his hand around the other’s wrist lowing it. “Once we’ve established said respect I assure you I’d be willing to speak with you about the condition ’the emipre’ was left in.” Arthur released the small wrist, interlacing his fingers with his own.

“Fair enough, old chum?” He asked, looking at the empire almost condescendingly.

Oh Kuro. Unpredictable as always.

kiwimate: charmingdispleasure: kiwimate: charmingdispleasure: kiwimate: charmingdispleasure: ki...

Sat, 06 Aug 2011 02:03:09 -0400

kiwimate:

charmingdispleasure:

kiwimate:

charmingdispleasure:

kiwimate:

charmingdispleasure:

kiwimate replied to your post: ‘Evening loves,

“Yo~ You didn’t miss much but I just marked Gil!”

“Heavens. ‘Marked’? What, on earth does that mean?” He casually sipped his tea, eyeing the other over the brim of his tea cup.

He giggles softly, then points to his own neck. “Marked, you know….that kind of stuff. It was fun doing it, Gil makes the funniest faces. Oh, and his cheeks flush terribly when I got him aye~”

Makes a sound of bitter annoyance into the tea cup, taking another sip. “Yes because I give a whole bloody shit and half about your sexual endeavors.” He set his tea cup down as harsh as he would allow himself, without worrying it would break, the delicate china jingling against itself.

“Well if you really wanted to know what went on while you were gone, the football game is on tonight against Aus soooo I gotta win or I’ll have to wear a dress. That and….uhmm….there’s a sleepover at your place apparently.” He shrugs, doesn’t flinch at the sound of clashing dishes on the table.

Arthur tilted his head down, pressing his fingers to his forehead in an annoyed fashion. “Please do feel free to fill me in on the apparent sleepover I’ve, so graciously, been given the honor of hosting.” Sarcasm dripped from each word.

Giving a cocky grin to the other, Will nods his head willingly. “Gladly! so it’s pretty simple. Everyone just turns up tonight to crash at your place. And when I say crash, I mean laugh and talk and throw your shi- I’m kidding….maybe.”

Sighing, Arthur looked up at the other, in dismay. “I’d like very much for this not to happen. And quite frankly, I’d like to know who it was that assumed they could simply invite a bunch of bloody people into my home!”

kiwimate: charmingdispleasure: kiwimate: charmingdispleasure: kiwimate replied to...

Sat, 06 Aug 2011 01:47:20 -0400

kiwimate:

charmingdispleasure:

kiwimate:

charmingdispleasure:

kiwimate replied to your post: ‘Evening loves,

“Yo~ You didn’t miss much but I just marked Gil!”

“Heavens. ‘Marked’? What, on earth does that mean?” He casually sipped his tea, eyeing the other over the brim of his tea cup.

He giggles softly, then points to his own neck. “Marked, you know….that kind of stuff. It was fun doing it, Gil makes the funniest faces. Oh, and his cheeks flush terribly when I got him aye~”

Makes a sound of bitter annoyance into the tea cup, taking another sip. “Yes because I give a whole bloody shit and half about your sexual endeavors.” He set his tea cup down as harsh as he would allow himself, without worrying it would break, the delicate china jingling against itself.

“Well if you really wanted to know what went on while you were gone, the football game is on tonight against Aus soooo I gotta win or I’ll have to wear a dress. That and….uhmm….there’s a sleepover at your place apparently.” He shrugs, doesn’t flinch at the sound of clashing dishes on the table.

Arthur tilted his head down, pressing his fingers to his forehead in an annoyed fashion. “Please do feel free to fill me in on the apparent sleepover I’ve, so graciously, been given the honor of hosting.” Sarcasm dripped from each word.

kiwimate: charmingdispleasure: kiwimate replied to your post: ‘Evening loves, “Yo~ You didn’t miss...

Sat, 06 Aug 2011 01:38:56 -0400

kiwimate:

charmingdispleasure:

kiwimate replied to your post: ‘Evening loves,

“Yo~ You didn’t miss much but I just marked Gil!”

“Heavens. ‘Marked’? What, on earth does that mean?” He casually sipped his tea, eyeing the other over the brim of his tea cup.

He giggles softly, then points to his own neck. “Marked, you know….that kind of stuff. It was fun doing it, Gil makes the funniest faces. Oh, and his cheeks flush terribly when I got him aye~”

Makes a sound of bitter annoyance into the tea cup, taking another sip. “Yes because I give a whole bloody shit and half about your sexual endeavors.” He set his tea cup down as harsh as he would allow himself, without worrying it would break, the delicate china jingling against itself.

kiwimate replied to your post: ‘Evening loves, “Yo~ You didn’t miss much but I just marked...

Sat, 06 Aug 2011 01:32:13 -0400

kiwimate replied to your post: ‘Evening loves,

“Yo~ You didn’t miss much but I just marked Gil!”

“Heavens. ‘Marked’? What, on earth does that mean?” He casually sipped his tea, eyeing the other over the brim of his tea cup.

'Evening loves,

Sat, 06 Aug 2011 01:26:01 -0400

Haven’t missed anything have I?

@hell-of-a-gentleman

Fri, 05 Aug 2011 01:19:46 -0400

hell-of-a-gentleman:

charmingdispleasure:

hell-of-a-gentleman:

charmingdispleasure:

Arthur tsked, crossing his arms in an annoyed fashion. “How have you managed to manifest yourself anyways?”

The demon sat back, resting his arms behind his back as he leaned back.
“Since when did you become so interested in my beginnings?”

He crossed his leg over his knee, and eye’d the demon. “Since I realize you were milling about ‘causing trouble with my bloody face.”

“Well, I am a part of you. Naturally I’d share some of your traits. That includes your physical features. You don’t like looking back at your on visage?” He said as he smirked, caressing the sides of his face.

Arthur sighed, rolling his eyes at the child-like display. “I’m rather fine with looking at my own face,” He lied, still not meeting the demon’s gaze. As time passed he had found it rather hard to face himself. Perhaps it wasn’t the disappointment, but the lonely bitterness that had begun to consume him. Looking in a mirror was a difficult task saved for shaving and brushing his teeth. If he could avoid it, he would. “It’s your despicable appearance that could get myself in trouble. That’s the matter at hand.” Could it be when he spoke of ‘despicable appearances’ he was truly speaking to himself?

Even now caring on the conversation was he merely speaking… solely to himself?

@hell-of-a-gentleman

Fri, 05 Aug 2011 00:55:12 -0400

hell-of-a-gentleman:

charmingdispleasure:

Arthur tsked, crossing his arms in an annoyed fashion. “How have you managed to manifest yourself anyways?”

The demon sat back, resting his arms behind his back as he leaned back.
“Since when did you become so interested in my beginnings?”

He crossed his leg over his knee, and eye’d the demon. “Since I realize you were milling about ‘causing trouble with my bloody face.”

@hell-of-a-gentleman

Fri, 05 Aug 2011 00:32:12 -0400

Arthur tsked, crossing his arms in an annoyed fashion. “How have you managed to manifest yourself anyways?”

Sey smiled shyly and hugged the man. "Bonzour! Ju't spreading t'e love!"

Wed, 03 Aug 2011 22:32:07 -0400

“O-Oh…” He looked at her confused, before patting her back gently. “Thank you, I suppose.”

charmingdispleasure started following you

Wed, 03 Aug 2011 04:18:41 -0400

hell-of-a-gentleman:

charmingdispleasure:

hell-of-a-gentleman:

Arthur, my dear friend. It’s so wonderful to see you again. /sarcasm/

/Pushes him away/

Quite enough of that!

Honestly, you’d think someone of your age would know how to carry himself.

‘Course that wouldn’t be in your nature I suppose.

(( dfhjksdfhj ALRIGHT no one got my joke with the picture so I’ll edit it back
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“Oh but I do. I figured all mortals did that when they were about to gorge themselves.”

Arthur raised an eyebrow, rolling his eyes incredulously. “What are you going on about?”

HARMINGDISPLEASURE.

Wed, 03 Aug 2011 04:09:32 -0400

HARMINGDISPLEASURE.

harmingdispleasure started following you

Wed, 03 Aug 2011 04:09:12 -0400

hell-of-a-gentleman:

Arthur, my dear friend. It’s so wonderful to see you again. /sarcasm/

/Pushes him away/

Quite enough of that!

Honestly, you’d think someone of your age would know how to carry himself.

‘Course that wouldn’t be in your nature I suppose.

angel-of-britannia: charmingdispleasure: Arthur stayed silent...

Wed, 03 Aug 2011 00:51:10 -0400

angel-of-britannia:

charmingdispleasure:

Arthur stayed silent a long time. He wasn’t sure just what to say anymore. A lot of what he felt was bitterness. Of course he managed just fine for a long time, having accepted that his angel was gone, but after a certain point all those feelings of acceptance turned to resentment. It had been easy to accept that he wasn’t coming back when there wasn’t any use for him. Arthur had become strong with his colonies and life was grand. He was the Great British Empire for Christ sake…

…But all good things had to come to an end at some point, and they did. It all came crashing down and colonization became a thing of the past and freedom was all anybody wanted anymore.

…Freedom…that’s all his little America had wanted…and in all honesty he knew he had been a bit hard on the lad, but it was all for…it was for the best he liked to think. For the best he liked to think. And that’s when he had needed his Angel. Not during his pirate days, not during his colonization days, after America left…after they all left…after he was trapped on his little island. Alone. His big aging home was empty.

“Well, why did you?” He asked, voice beginning to shake, as the all the resentment began building up. “Honestly, I don’t even know why you even bothered coming to England if you’re just going to stand there and act like you ever gave a damn, because god knows you don’t. You don’t just up and leave those you really care about you blasted no good angel.” Arthur paused to catch his breath, talking so quickly he didn’t have a chance to think.

“E-Excuse me…” He whispered, looking up from the ground momentarily before covering his mouth and turning to walk away.

He didn’t know what he could say. He just couldn’t think of what he should say—what needed to be said to this man. There was just too much that had be known, and he realised that he the other really didn’t understand his actions and he was genuinely upset with him. He couldn’t blame him. He himself had lost so much over all those many years so he understood what such a huge loss was like. He understood what it was like to lose the most important person, the only one he really truly did care about. And he was guilty that he never could find the right words to apologise for his actions, even if for a while he felt they were justified.

But now he really did understand that he had done a wrong. At the time, he felt it best to simply leave, to not say good-bye because he didn’t think he could handle it. But those words from Arthur… they stung. They were like a punch to the face, reality of the situation hitting him hard. And he simply still could not find his voice. So he listened, and felt each word strike his heart and he had to fight with himself to contain his spurred up emotions—his hands clenched together, knuckles turning even whiter, and he could feel the back of his eyes start to sting annoyingly. It was when the other turned his back on him did it all snap.

‘Don’t you ever bloody say I didn’t care! I cared far more than you could ever fathom, and you won’t even give me a chance to explain things because you’re too pig-headed to even listen!’ He hadn’t felt this emotional in so long. Things weren’t supposed to be like this. The whole reunion between the two was not supposed to go this way. But now he supposed there really wasn’t any other way for things to go. It was inevitable and he wished it hadn’t turned this sour. But there was nothing he could do.

Though still riled up a little, he did calm down enough to lower his voice, his breathing becoming slightly ragged from trying to contain himself. ‘It’s not like I had a choice in the matter…’ His eyes lowered and he didn’t think he could bring himself to look at the other anymore, even if it was just his back. He had been watching that back for so long…

Maybe it would be for the best to get what he could out now, while the other was still so close. His voice had grown so soft as he continued, ‘I had to leave. I—I really didn’t have a choice. Angels don’t watch over a child so closely forever. At some point when the child is mature enough to take care of himself, the angel isn’t needed to stay so close anymore. You grew up so well, and I couldn’t stay any longer.’ His voice trailed off a moment, and he couldn’t really bring up what had happened to him during all this time. Right after he had left he had isolated himself, more or less, and couldn’t bring himself to watch over another child. He just couldn’t do it. And so he had lost his status. ‘I just couldn’t say good-bye to you. I just—I couldn’t because… I didn’t want to say good-bye to you.’

Arthur, to his shame, couldn’t hold back the tears that had welled up in the corners of his eyes. He couldn’t even recall, his mind so tightly coiled in the horror of that memory, the last time he’d even shed a tear. It’d been so, so very long ago.

The memory lingered, as the angel spoke, Arthur’s back still to him. To this day he could remember, so distinctly, the color of the bedding he’d wept upon. Then, only a child, he felt oddly alone at the lost. One without the familiarity of another’s presence, could take on the loneliness with little to no problems. But combated with the great feelings of loss, Athrur found it difficult to even bring himself from bed in the morning for a time.

But the day came in which he had to put these feelings to the wayside, and the began to mold into something else: Need. Need for what exactly was never specified but he quickly found solace in his adventures as he began to grow. And as his pirate days began to kick start, and age ate much of what was left of that boy, Arthur became a man. Sad days behind him…at least for the time being. He became a master of hiding these feelings of hurt, as they were always a sign of weakness, and Arthur Kirkland was anything but weak.

Anything but vulnerable.

Anything but teary eye’d in the presence of another. Be it the angel he longed so badly just just hold again, to just touch again, or a country with great respect for him.

No one was worth Arthur’s tears…no one should have been…but…

‘I just couldn’t say goodbye to you.’

The words embedded into his brain like a bullet, piercing the strongest of armor. He paused, not looking back over his shoulder, not making any steps forward, just standing there. Still. He spoke nothing for a long time, and let the silence flourish among the garden the stood in, commingling with the roses and lavender along with the words that remained unsaid.

“But you did leave…” Arthur finally managed, lifting a hand to wipe the moisture from either side of his face. “And while…I suppose it made me stronger…you made no notion of returning.” Arthur wanted to continue on, telling him it was for that reason he must keep his distance, but he couldn’t. He was overjoyed at the thought of spending just a bit more time with the angel he used to call his own…and yet…it was as if the wound Briton Angel had left so very long ago was open, fresh, and gaping.

It was amusing to see the predicted annoyance in the other...

Fri, 29 Jul 2011 00:34:19 -0400

It was amusing to see the predicted annoyance in the other shine so vibrantly through those green eyes. The way how the Brit looked over the Japanese man, a face full of mixed thoughts as it seemed he was trying to figure out what exactly to do with him. As if the decision clicked in his mind in that short moment, Kuro was invited into the house and into the familiar sitting room. With a nod, he obliged to Arthur’s request, his frame moving gracefully to a cushioned chair, sitting comfortably in it. Though he was comfortable, his poise was proper as ever; back straight, shoulders equally proportioned on either side of his head as he watched the Englishman leave.

As he stared at Arthur’s back, the familiar scent of the home made its way into his nostrils, instilling a sense of nostalgia within him. The times they spent in those days…when England was an empire, and he was just one of his means of retrieving resources… Up until they had created an alliance, which was beneficial and remarkable to both countries, at least from his perspective.

…But he had been naive then. He knew this. Just like every one of the Western nations, he was eventually betrayed…which had led up to this very moment, and more. He would not let Arthur get away with such a thing…no, not so easily. Kuro would make certain that he remembered, and that it hurt.

When the man returned, Kuro’s eyes slowly lifted, his expression lightening just as easily as it had darkened when he was thinking. He smiled pleasantly and with ease, nodding a thank you as the tea was prepared for him, reaching over to pick up the cup politely. Taking a small sip, knowing the Brit probably hadn’t tainted the liquid, Kuro listened to the inquired question. As light-hearted as that question sounded, the empire knew better. Dark undertones lay and weave amongst the syllables, just awaiting for the Japanese man’s true intentions to be revealed, so the other man would have proper reason to excuse him from his home. Though Kuro would not allow that so easily…

He lowered the cup into his lap, looking to the man who was now sitting across from him, his gaze narrowing into his. “I have come simply for business, Asa-san,” he spoke with an airy tone, gesturing to the other with grace, “And to meet up with an old friend. It has certainly been awhile since we last saw one another…” As he spoke that sentence, his smile seemed to curl into a smirk, but it was too slight of a change to notice. “Before I bring up my point of discussion, would you humor me in some idle chat?” He knew that, eventually, he wouldn’t even have to say the exact reason why he had arrived… Nature would take its course with them, just as it always did.

Arthur looked at the Japanese Empire expectantly for a moment before, sighing and leaning forward, to take a tea cup of his own. Watching the other closely, he brought the china to his lips and took a quiet sip. “Simply business, you say?” He asked, almost inaudibly, voice lost in the small cup.

His brow arched as he watched the other’s expression carefully. Something told Arthur that if Kuro had business with him, he’d be the last to actually appear before the Brit. And he had no problem with that. Quite frankly, Kuro tended to be a bit unpredictable, and unpredictability could be rather hard to manage. Kuro himself could be rather hard to manage, and as often as he searched for excitement in his, now boring, day to day life, Kuro had a habit of bringing out the worst in him. Well…the best of the worst in him, he had to admit, but the worst never the less.

Arthur couldn’t help but scoff as the Asian spoke of humoring him in idle chat. “I hardly have the time to mindlessly speak with you. I mean, honestly, Kuro, what on earth is there to ‘idly chat’ about? You care not about the well-being of my country…and…and…” He paused, momentarily, taking into consideration that it probably wasn’t the best to say he reciprocated those feelings, when he wasn’t sure of the truth behind the matter. “…my well-being is none of your concern, either.” He shrugged, frowning casually as he took another sip of his tea.

“And I must say this…business of yours, seems to be rather personal considering you came as oppose to…say your…or should I say Kiku’s, boss. I would think someone of such high standings as yourself, would send a human in your place. Hm?”

Sighing, finally he set the cup down, and leaned back into the couch. “But! No need to drag this out. You came for business, though I doubt that, and I’d very much like to get it.” Arthur nodded once, lifting his leg to set a ankle atop his knee. Business, he could do, personal matters…not so much.

The faster this was over, the faster he could finish his afternoon drink.

(I...think I'm just gonna beat it.

Wed, 27 Jul 2011 01:08:54 -0400

I’m exhausted and yeah. Sorry.

If anyone is dying to continue an RP, just…lemmy know next time you see me on.)

bonappetitcheri: charmingdispleasure: It was just one of those...

Wed, 27 Jul 2011 01:02:53 -0400

bonappetitcheri:

charmingdispleasure:

It was just one of those days, he supposed. One of those lonely days when he’d noticed a few to many happy folk enjoying their short lives. Sometimes he wished to be one of them…a human. A man whose life was expected to expire at some point. Any point. A man with much lesser expectations. A man with a much shorter history. Some of his earliest memories, those of his much younger…simpler years, seemed so far away at this point. Almost like a dream…

He set the lantern down and sighed, pulling out a key to unlock his door. He smiled fondly at the lantern, happening to find it on his way home. Funny someone should leave a lit lantern just sitting about at dusk. Perhaps picking it up and walking away with it was considered stealing, but he really hadn’t the ability to care at this point. It reminded him of happier times, and anything that could put a smile on Arthur’s face, these days, was worth taking.

Just as he slipped the key into the lock he heard a voice calling his name. Looking over his shoulder, his gentle smile faded, and he sighed.

“Evening.”

Francis, of course, wasn’t often in England, despite the fact that they were relatively close. He jogged up behind Arthur as he called to him.

“Arthuuur~! Bonjour~!” His expression was rather cheerful, as usual, even when facing the grumpy Brit. He caught up with him with his hands placed comfortably in his pockets. “You look grumpy, as usual.” He laughed a bit and placed his hand on the other’s shoulder.

“You know, you’ve always got that long face on. What’s the problem, mon ami?” He gently squeezed his shoulder before noticing the lantern. He reached down and picked it up, looking it over. “Since when did you have this? I don’t remember it.”

Arthur looked down at the lock again, opening the door. “I’m perfectly normal…and I’m not grumpy. Now get your frog hands off it and leave it be.” Arthur turned to snatch the lantern from the Frenchman, putting out the fire as he did so.

“Francis.” Arthur sighed, looking down at the fire-less lantern. “You’re such a bother.” He grunted, setting it down and making his way into the home, leaving it open for the other to follow. “…If you must know I found it today, while walking home.”

im-the-mother-effin-hero: charmingdispleasure: im-the-mother-ef...

Wed, 27 Jul 2011 00:56:26 -0400

im-the-mother-effin-hero:

charmingdispleasure:

im-the-mother-effin-hero:

charmingdispleasure:

It was just one of those days, he supposed. One of those lonely days when he’d noticed a few to many happy folk enjoying their short lives. Sometimes he wished to be one of them…a human. A man whose life was expected to expire at some point. Any point. A man with much lesser expectations. A man with a much shorter history. Some of his earliest memories, those of his much younger…simpler years, seemed so far away at this point. Almost like a dream…

He set the lantern down and sighed, pulling out a key to unlock his door. He smiled fondly at the lantern, happening to find it on his way home. Funny someone should leave a lit lantern just sitting about at dusk. Perhaps picking it up and walking away with it was considered stealing, but he really hadn’t the ability to care at this point. It reminded him of happier times, and anything that could put a smile on Arthur’s face, these days, was worth taking.

Just as he slipped the key into the lock he heard a voice calling his name. Looking over his shoulder, his gentle smile faded, and he sighed.

“Evening.”

”Artie, hey Artie!” Alfred grinned and ran up to the other man. “What’s up, old man~?” The American laughed.

Arthur returned his attention to the key in the door, unlocking it and pushing it open. “I’d prefer it if you’d call me by my full name. Your pet names are just so…childish.” He shook his head, bending over to put the flame out of the lantern quickly before standing up again and making his way inside.

“I suppose you should come in before you catch your death out there…god forbid.”

”Pff, fine, Arthur. That’s so boring though.. but I guess it suits a boring old man like you!” He laughed harder and followed the other in. “I can’t die from just a little cold, I’m the hero!”

Arthur let out a harsh breath, closing the door behind the other blond. “If you’re only going to insult me please see your way out. I’m not much in the mood for all of that.” He slipped his coat off and hung it up, making his way though the sitting room and into the kitchen to prepare a cup of tea.

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sealand-desu-yo:

charmingdispleasure:

sealand-desu-yo:

charmingdispleasure:

It was just one of those days, he supposed. One of those lonely days when he’d noticed a few to many happy folk enjoying their short lives. Sometimes he wished to be one of them…a human. A man whose life was expected to expire at some point. Any point. A man with much lesser expectations. A man with a much shorter history. Some of his earliest memories, those of his much younger…simpler years, seemed so far away at this point. Almost like a dream…

He set the lantern down and sighed, pulling out a key to unlock his door. He smiled fondly at the lantern, happening to find it on his way home. Funny someone should leave a lit lantern just sitting about at dusk. Perhaps picking it up and walking away with it was considered stealing, but he really hadn’t the ability to care at this point. It reminded him of happier times, and anything that could put a smile on Arthur’s face, these days, was worth taking.

Just as he slipped the key into the lock he heard a voice calling his name. Looking over his shoulder, his gentle smile faded, and he sighed.

“Evening.”

“Big Brother Jerk ENGLAAANNND…” a little child cried, his golden hair glinting in the lamplight as he dashed up behind his elder brother. His usual cheerful smile was in place, and he saluted out of habit as soon as the other glanced at him. “Hello, desu yo! I hope you don’t mind, but Mummy and Papa are working late tonight and my bosses don’t trust me at home alone after the fire so they’re asking you to watch me for a little while okay?” The boy’s voice was as excited as usual, piercing the stillness of the air with his enthusiasm.

Arthur’s eye twitched lightly at the boy’s enthusiasm, but if anyone could make cause enough ruckus to bring his home alive, even for a while, it was Peter. “Yes, yes, that’s perfectly fine.”

Arthur paused a moment, looking at the boy skeptically, not completely sure whether to chuckle or scoff in dismay. “You set fire…to what exactly?” He turned about, leaving the key in the door, along with his problems. Yes, Peter would make perfect company. Perfectly loud company.

“Oh… It was a while ago…” Spinning around carelessly, the boy stared up at the sky, his eyes reflecting the image of the cloud-rimmed sun and the light scattering through the clouds. “I got a fever and accidentally set my tower on fire… It was really bad and I was sick for a while, but you didn’t notice, desu yo!” the child babbled on, still spinning in a little circle. The boy’s energy seemed to have no bounds. At least not yet.

Arthur sighed, and turned again, putting out the fire in the lantern before standing up and unlocking the door. Pulling his key out and pocketing it again, he pulled at his scarf, beckoning the child in.

“What if I had noticed, but chose to do nothing about it, hm? Ever consider that?” Arthur finally let out that scoff, though it was small, and almost unnoticeable. “I only joke, Peter. I hadn’t a clue.” Closing the door behind the small boy, he pulled his jacket off and hung it on a hook, and venturing into the sitting room.