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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Dec 28, 2011 18:48:34 GMT -5
Though Arthur's speech was disconnected, Francis could string together Arthur's meaning easily and what he heard sparked some anger in him. How dare anyone cause Arthur pain? Especially that bastard of a former captain.
But Francis knew he had to keep his own indignation to himself. Arthur needed him now.
"Are you scared of me, Arthur?" asked Francis in a quiet voice. "Do you feel like - like I'm just like them? The people who hurt you?"
He took a deep breath, not sure whether he wanted to know the answer to this next question but knowing he needed to ask it. "Did I hurt you?"
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Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Dec 28, 2011 19:02:09 GMT -5
Arthur falls silent, as though not wanting to respond. Instead, he cries, and slowly grips at Francis' arms.
"M-m h-horrible---m' just a fuck toy i-in end, but I s-scare other p-people off w-who--w-who w-won't---"
He sniffs, whimpering.
"y-you're scaring --h-hurting me-- y-you're --- distant -- I saw you -- saw you -- in the s-shop, f-flirting---assistant-- y-you're just l-like e-everyone .. e-else..."
He cries.
"m' fault..."
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Dec 28, 2011 19:26:15 GMT -5
Francis felt the last of his control slip away and bent down to wrap his arms around Arthur. He could feel the pirate trembling as he sobbed, which made Francis feel even worse. He didn't even have the heart to contradict Arthur.
"No, no, of course it's not your fault." He hold on Arthur tightened. "No, I was being a fool, you see. I tried to forget you, but not only did it fail, it brought me you again."
Shamed, Francis buried his face into Arthur's hair, as if he could hide in it. "I apologize. I never meant to hurt you."
Francis realized, at that moment, that Arthur was the only person he had ever apologized to in a long time.
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Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Dec 28, 2011 19:42:06 GMT -5
Arthur sobs as he bundles and curled up against the male, clinging tightly to the male, but he noticeably calms in his arms. He buries his head away in his shoulder, and whimpers.
"S-Still l-left me..." He whimpers. His breathing slows, the trembling fading, and he murmurs something else.
"... S-Smell... n-nice..."
He's blushing, slightly.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Dec 28, 2011 20:01:21 GMT -5
Slowly, Francis' grip on the pirate loosened, but he still did not let go. He lifted his face from Arthur's hair to gaze into the pirate's watery eyes.
"I thought that was what you wanted," whispered Francis. "You were the one that left me and everything I offered you."
Biting his lip, Francis lay his cheek on Arthur's shoulder, his lips tantalizingly close to Arthur's neck. Francis let out a sound between a chuckle and a sigh.
"And you smell lovely, apart from the drink," said Francis. "Like home - a real home."
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Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Dec 28, 2011 20:07:32 GMT -5
Arthur just looked at him, frowning, teary-eyed.
"...N-never...s-said..n-no..."
He whimpers, clinging closer to the male. He freezes.
"...... H-Home?" -- His voice cracks again.
He doesn't know what Home is, sincerely.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Dec 28, 2011 20:20:59 GMT -5
Francis did not miss the way Arthur stiffened in his arms, so Francis took extra care in embracing Arthur and speaking in an even gentler voice.
"Yes, home." He pulled back slightly and offered Arthur a small smile. "Somewhere someone belongs in. The way - the way I feel about you."
Francis recalled how furious Arthur had been when Francis had first said that, how the pirate had lashed out at him and immediately retreated. He hoped he hadn't scared Arthur away again.
"It's not a bad thing, you know," said Francis. "It just means that I care very much about you."
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Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Dec 28, 2011 20:29:50 GMT -5
Arthur doesn't retreat, lash out, or attempt to run away from him this time. Instead, he gazes ahead for a few moments, before tears well up and he breaks into sobs again. He does attempt to 'hide', but this is demonstrated by Arthur burying away in Francis' chest.
"I--H-How --M' n-not H-Home---H-How do I-I---"
is fingers twist at the fabric of his shirt.
"N-Never h-had h-home--d-don't b-belong a-anyw-- [/i]just look at my cabin[/i]...."
He trembles again.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Dec 28, 2011 20:45:39 GMT -5
Francis was a little surprised by Arthur's reaction, but nevertheless pleased. Anything that brought him closer to Arthur was more than welcome. But his position was getting uncomfortable, so he shifted to lie on his side on the bed beside Arthur, still holding him.
"That's not true," Francis reassured him, his hand tracing circles on Arthur's back before he could get even more upset. "You will always have a place to belong in, a home...and you are more than welcome to it when you are ready."
Francis lifted his hand and wiped away the stray tears on Arthur's face. "There now. No more of this sadness. I think some sleep would do you some good."
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Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Dec 28, 2011 20:55:24 GMT -5
Arthur whimpers, but curls up against Francis' as they lay down. However, he looks up at him as his tears are brushed away.
"H-How do I s-smell l-like---"
He sniffs, and his eyes droop. He's tired. Incredibly.
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