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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Dec 28, 2011 20:59:24 GMT -5
Francis smiled as Arthur's eyelids began to flutter, incredibly charmed by the sight. He pressed two quick kisses to Arthur's eyelids and pulled him closer.
"I told you," breathed Francis into Arthur's ear. "You smell like home. Warm, comforting, somewhere I belong."
Then he dropped a kiss on Arthur's ear. "Now sleep. You're tired and I don't want you to strain yourself."
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Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Dec 28, 2011 21:06:29 GMT -5
Arthur whimpers, murmuring silently in response to the kisses, and hiccoughs once, quietly.
Instead, he gently clings and burrows himself against the other, eyes fluttering closed. His breathing levels out and softens. A slight blush creeps along his cheeks, and he inhales deeply.
".... h-home.." He murmurs, to himself, and slowly drifts off into sleep.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Dec 28, 2011 21:19:32 GMT -5
It took Francis a long time to fall asleep. He was not even sure if he would succumb to it himself. Francis was content to lie beside Arthur and hold him, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing.
But Francis realized how tired he was: his limbs ached and felt heavy, and his head was about to burst with a million thoughts that Francis wanted nothing more than to shut it off, if only for a few minutes.
So Francis gave up and snuggled closer, resting his cheek on Arthur's hand and securing his arms around Arthur. He closed his eyes, smiling.
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Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Dec 29, 2011 21:33:16 GMT -5
Arthur woke up some hours later to daylight; it was morning, and he's slept all through the night. He could tell he was sober due to the banging headache he now possessed; and he groaned slightly as he leant back a little, up into the sleeping face of Francis.
Details and memory from last night slowly trickles in, and Arthur proceeds to mumble and nuzzle his head tiredly against Francis as they do. After a few minutes of dozing however, he seems to realise what position he's in and blushes, his fingers still gently gripping at the older man's arms. It feels warm and comforting, but Arthur prizes himself up and rolls himself off the bed, grunting as he gets his balance. As he does, he stumbles over to the chair, reaches into his jacket pocket and retrieves his key, moving to the door to open it.
He disappears for a moment as he enters the deck, making sure that everyone else is awake by yelling at some of his crew for keeping him locked up all night, before grumbling and stepping back in. He disappears into another room for a moment, before returning back. He starts to make himself tea.
He stops to look back at Francis, asleep, when he knows he is so, before looking away and mumbling to himself again, continuing to create his drink for the morning, headache ridden.
He does his best to hide his blush.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Dec 30, 2011 19:03:32 GMT -5
When Francis woke up, he felt more rested than he had been in months. He couldn't remember his dream, but he knew it had been pleasant, another welcome change from the nightmares that plagued him lately. But he realized soon enough that the most important thing that was supposed to be beside him was missing.
Squinting slightly, he rolled over and found what he was looking for across the room. He brightened considerably.
"Good morning," he said softly, stretching. "How do you feel?"
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Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Dec 30, 2011 19:21:25 GMT -5
Oddly, Arthur didn't know how to react. Francis was always awkward to talk to, but when he'd looked over at him just then an uneasiness washed through him, and he looked away.
"Uhm. Okay." He mutters, turning around. He pours himself some tea, and moves to sit down. He does manage to look up, awkwardly, and motion slightly towards the tea.
"... Want some?"
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Dec 31, 2011 22:07:36 GMT -5
Normally, Francis could only tolerate tea, but if it was Arthur offering it to him -
"Oh, yes," he said immediately, sitting up. "Thank you."
Francis waited a moment longer to observe the pirate, searching for signs of discomfort or any other aftereffects of his heavy drinking. Quietly, Francis rose and approached Arthur with some caution. He hadn't missed the way Arthur had turned away from him.
"I..." He trailed off as he stood before the pirate.
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Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Dec 31, 2011 22:25:13 GMT -5
Arthur poured it out for Francis, mumbling quietly as he pushes it towards the other. There's a tinge of a blush that he can't seem to get rid of.
"There. It's. uh. Y-You might recognise it, it was a personal 'prize' from one of the Nobles..." He mutters.
Specifically, the one that Francis had poisoned all those months ago. He tended to obtain rather expensive tea, and so Arthur had made sure to take some for himself after.
He looks up to Francis with slightly wide eyes, watching wearily, as though he was waiting for Francis' judgement. He fidgets, twisting his fingers together.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Jan 2, 2012 12:15:53 GMT -5
Arthur's apprehension did not escape Francis. He took the cup of tea without glancing at it, nodding in thanks, eyes still trained on the pirate. Not for the first time, Francis wished that Arthur would trust him a little more. Most of the time, Francis felt like a intruder rather than...than a friend.
Taking a tentative sip, Francis gave the pirate a little smile.
"This is good tea," he said, trying for a harmless comment. "But I'm afraid I'm not as much of a tea connoisseur as you are. I don't recognize it."
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Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Jan 2, 2012 13:12:32 GMT -5
Arthur's expression noticeably drops, and he turns away and blushes.
"Uh-- N-Never mind then--"
He turns around to put his boots on, mumbling something to himself, before managing to look up at the other again. He looks very irritated with something.
"I'm uh. I'll bring you food." He remarks, turning around and stumbling out of the cabin and onto the deck. He tries to thing of what to get Francis, since they don't exactly have gourmet food, but then he blushes as he remembers Francis' reaction when they were out in the woods and he tried to cook the fish by the fire. Usually, he wouldn't care, especially to a noble, but this time he finds himself flushing of embarassment. A nearby crew member makes a jeer about it and Arthur instantly scowls, grabbing him by the collar.
"You. Fetch up breakfast. Now!" He commands, pushing the other away. He stands around bitterly, waiting. He can practically feel the comments from the other members.
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