Alfred look dazzling in his white lab coat. Arthur may not know much of the human world but he knew that it was outstanding for someone of Alfred’s age to have such an important position in his field. His hands were his greatest assets, as was his brilliant mind. He did no build giant robots but he did create a grand number of things, things Arthur, as a magical being, could not fully understand. If he had, things might have played out differently.
There was one thing that made Arthur sad, and that was Alfred’s stubborn refusal to believe in anything beyond his precious cold machines and beloved numbers. He remembered the little boy who loved his magic and who smiled whenever Arthur would tell him stories of his homeland and felt even more dejected.
“What did you expect?” Francis told him, smiling wryly as he vainly inspected his nails. “The child you loved is gone. In his place is a man who plays with emotionless machines and believes magic to be a far-fetched idea thought up by fools. He is not your home, Arthur. He cannot make you happy.”
Arthur spent more and more time away from his homeland nowadays. He grew used to the air of Alfred’s new home, the cold breathing machines that inhabited the place and stared at him with unseeing, glowing red eyes. Arthur did not like them much, they made it hard to fly sometimes.
And it had been so long since he’d used his magic. Arthur missed the feeling of it, the warmth that glowed in his chest like a winter fire. Alfred did not believe in magic anymore and there was no reason to use it here, in this cold, cold metal house made up of Alfred’s glorious dreams and brilliant accomplishments.
“He’s ruined you. You stink of him,” was what his brothers and sisters told him time after time again, disgust written plainly on their faces. “He’s taken you from us. You chose him over us.”
He had, hadn’t he? Arthur had chosen a human over his family. He’d abandoned his home and his magic and everything he once held dear for a human child who could no longer see him. Maybe this was why the People didn’t associate with humans; it was so painful to love them when they couldn’t see you, when they didn’t believe you were real and so easily forgot about you.
Sighing wistfully, Arthur tucked a stray lock of Alfred’s hair behind his ear, watching him sleep, wondering if he should stay or leave him. He could not make Alfred happy in this form, he could not aid him. He did small things around the house, little things like cleaning after a man whose messy habits had not disappeared even though he was an adult now. Sometimes Arthur helped Alfred sleep when he had trouble sleeping, giving him happy dreams, but that was it.
Alfred was so close yet so far away; there was a bridge between them, separating them, pushing Arthur away.
If only Arthur had known the consequences of crossing that bridge beforehand.
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Eh. Will post last part of the prologue later. I must finish my schoolwork first, orz. Hope this was to your liking, OP, even if a little. I will tackle the scientist kink when the prologue is done, promise :D
Your Sins Into Me [Prologue VI]
There was one thing that made Arthur sad, and that was Alfred’s stubborn refusal to believe in anything beyond his precious cold machines and beloved numbers. He remembered the little boy who loved his magic and who smiled whenever Arthur would tell him stories of his homeland and felt even more dejected.
“What did you expect?” Francis told him, smiling wryly as he vainly inspected his nails. “The child you loved is gone. In his place is a man who plays with emotionless machines and believes magic to be a far-fetched idea thought up by fools. He is not your home, Arthur. He cannot make you happy.”
Arthur spent more and more time away from his homeland nowadays. He grew used to the air of Alfred’s new home, the cold breathing machines that inhabited the place and stared at him with unseeing, glowing red eyes. Arthur did not like them much, they made it hard to fly sometimes.
And it had been so long since he’d used his magic. Arthur missed the feeling of it, the warmth that glowed in his chest like a winter fire. Alfred did not believe in magic anymore and there was no reason to use it here, in this cold, cold metal house made up of Alfred’s glorious dreams and brilliant accomplishments.
“He’s ruined you. You stink of him,” was what his brothers and sisters told him time after time again, disgust written plainly on their faces. “He’s taken you from us. You chose him over us.”
He had, hadn’t he? Arthur had chosen a human over his family. He’d abandoned his home and his magic and everything he once held dear for a human child who could no longer see him. Maybe this was why the People didn’t associate with humans; it was so painful to love them when they couldn’t see you, when they didn’t believe you were real and so easily forgot about you.
Sighing wistfully, Arthur tucked a stray lock of Alfred’s hair behind his ear, watching him sleep, wondering if he should stay or leave him. He could not make Alfred happy in this form, he could not aid him. He did small things around the house, little things like cleaning after a man whose messy habits had not disappeared even though he was an adult now. Sometimes Arthur helped Alfred sleep when he had trouble sleeping, giving him happy dreams, but that was it.
Alfred was so close yet so far away; there was a bridge between them, separating them, pushing Arthur away.
If only Arthur had known the consequences of crossing that bridge beforehand.
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Eh. Will post last part of the prologue later. I must finish my schoolwork first, orz. Hope this was to your liking, OP, even if a little. I will tackle the scientist kink when the prologue is done, promise :D