Arthur gritted his teeth in frustration knowing that there were no more entries to elaborate further and possibly solve the mystery. He leaned back in the chair and huffed. He couldn’t ask Alfred, who would obviously wonder how Arthur even knew about Natalia in the first place when Alfred had never mentioned her. Then he’d have to explain that he’d been reading Matthew’s journal and it was a complicated situation he didn’t even want to think of.
There were many, many more books in the library, perhaps Matthew had left another journal hidden in a place where his brother would never find it? It would probably take awhile to find it, but he decided he’d scour the books in the hopes of finding another beat up notebook full of a teenage boy’s thoughts and feelings.
But in the end, Alfred’s loneliness caught up with him, and he cut Arthur’s alone time short to insist upon that horror movie marathon he’d mentioned.
Arthur agreed, not thinking much of it, but then he realized just what he’d gotten himself into. Alfred spent the whole time clinging to a pillow and shrieking like a girl at parts that weren’t even remotely scary. He even latched onto Arthur a few times, Arthur roughly shoving him off and cursing at him each time he did so.
When the credits of the last movie rolled, Alfred sat trembling on the sofa and Arthur rolled his eyes.
“Although I had an absolutely smashing time, I believe it’s time for bed.” He stood to leave, but didn’t get far because a strong hand had grasped his shirt.
“Sleep with me, Artie!” Alfred cried.
Arthur’s face suddenly burned and he sputtered incredulously, “wh-wh-what?”
“Please, Artie! I thought I’d be okay this time, but I can’t sleep on my own!”
“A-Absolutely not!” Arthur stuttered and tried to wrench his shirt out of Alfred’s firm grip. All he succeeded in doing was making Alfred fly off the sofa and cling to Arthur’s waist.
“Pleeeease, Artie! You can’t say no to your boss!” Alfred wailed and clung with a vice-like grip.
“That’s far surpassing the line of what is professional! You can’t possibly expect me to agree!”
“Artie, come on!” Alfred cried and Arthur was about to refuse again when Alfred turned his head to look up at Arthur. His eyes were wide and watery, and Arthur couldn’t help the pang of guilt he felt at turning down someone who could look so pathetic.
He sighed resignedly and slammed his palm against his forehead. “Oh, all right. Just this once.”
“Thank you!” Alfred sobbed and stood up to crush Arthur in a proper hug. Arthur’s face burned again and he pushed Alfred off of him.
“Oh, get off me, you git,” he said and averted his tomato red face.
Although he’d agreed, he couldn’t help but feel incredibly awkward after he’d changed into his pyjamas and returned to Alfred’s room to sit uncomfortably on the edge of his enormous bed.
Alfred was much more eager to crawl into bed and give Arthur an imploring look. “Don’t you dare fall asleep before me!”
Arthur thought that Alfred wouldn’t have to worry about that in the slightest, as he was certain he wouldn’t be getting any sleep that night period. Still, as he stared at the ceiling, he stubbornly pushed down thoughts that he wasn’t nearly as uncomfortable where he was as he supposed he should have been.
I'm thrilled beyond words to see more of this and such a long lovely chapter as well.
Oh I adore how you added France into the mix it's very believable and I love how you added Seychelles in and even managed to find a career for her where her country name fits in quite nicely. :-) Love the whole "hurt him I'll kill you" vibe as they were saying good bye.
Oh more of the mystery continues to unfold...I'm both excited to learn more and nervous about Alfred's reaction when he finds out.
Shine 7d/?
(Anonymous) 2010-02-20 06:59 am (UTC)(link)There were many, many more books in the library, perhaps Matthew had left another journal hidden in a place where his brother would never find it? It would probably take awhile to find it, but he decided he’d scour the books in the hopes of finding another beat up notebook full of a teenage boy’s thoughts and feelings.
But in the end, Alfred’s loneliness caught up with him, and he cut Arthur’s alone time short to insist upon that horror movie marathon he’d mentioned.
Arthur agreed, not thinking much of it, but then he realized just what he’d gotten himself into. Alfred spent the whole time clinging to a pillow and shrieking like a girl at parts that weren’t even remotely scary. He even latched onto Arthur a few times, Arthur roughly shoving him off and cursing at him each time he did so.
When the credits of the last movie rolled, Alfred sat trembling on the sofa and Arthur rolled his eyes.
“Although I had an absolutely smashing time, I believe it’s time for bed.” He stood to leave, but didn’t get far because a strong hand had grasped his shirt.
“Sleep with me, Artie!” Alfred cried.
Arthur’s face suddenly burned and he sputtered incredulously, “wh-wh-what?”
“Please, Artie! I thought I’d be okay this time, but I can’t sleep on my own!”
“A-Absolutely not!” Arthur stuttered and tried to wrench his shirt out of Alfred’s firm grip. All he succeeded in doing was making Alfred fly off the sofa and cling to Arthur’s waist.
“Pleeeease, Artie! You can’t say no to your boss!” Alfred wailed and clung with a vice-like grip.
“That’s far surpassing the line of what is professional! You can’t possibly expect me to agree!”
“Artie, come on!” Alfred cried and Arthur was about to refuse again when Alfred turned his head to look up at Arthur. His eyes were wide and watery, and Arthur couldn’t help the pang of guilt he felt at turning down someone who could look so pathetic.
He sighed resignedly and slammed his palm against his forehead. “Oh, all right. Just this once.”
“Thank you!” Alfred sobbed and stood up to crush Arthur in a proper hug. Arthur’s face burned again and he pushed Alfred off of him.
“Oh, get off me, you git,” he said and averted his tomato red face.
Although he’d agreed, he couldn’t help but feel incredibly awkward after he’d changed into his pyjamas and returned to Alfred’s room to sit uncomfortably on the edge of his enormous bed.
Alfred was much more eager to crawl into bed and give Arthur an imploring look. “Don’t you dare fall asleep before me!”
Arthur thought that Alfred wouldn’t have to worry about that in the slightest, as he was certain he wouldn’t be getting any sleep that night period. Still, as he stared at the ceiling, he stubbornly pushed down thoughts that he wasn’t nearly as uncomfortable where he was as he supposed he should have been.
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OP
(Anonymous) 2010-02-20 02:47 pm (UTC)(link)I'm thrilled beyond words to see more of this and such a long lovely chapter as well.
Oh I adore how you added France into the mix it's very believable and I love how you added Seychelles in and even managed to find a career for her where her country name fits in quite nicely. :-) Love the whole "hurt him I'll kill you" vibe as they were saying good bye.
Oh more of the mystery continues to unfold...I'm both excited to learn more and nervous about Alfred's reaction when he finds out.
LOVES.
Re: Shine 7d/?
(Anonymous) 2010-02-20 04:03 pm (UTC)(link)The unresolved mystery keeps me eagerly awaiting future chapters.
You can make this as long as you want, writer!anon, I don't mind~ ;3;
Re: Shine 7d/?
(Anonymous) 2010-02-26 04:12 am (UTC)(link)Re: Shine 7d/?
(Anonymous) 2010-02-27 03:51 pm (UTC)(link)You mean, mean author!anon ;o;