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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Apr 17, 2012 16:45:03 GMT -5
Francis drew back, ever so slightly, and took Arthur's chin in his hand. Lifting Arthur's face to meet his, Francis gave Arthur a small, soft smile.
"Arthur," he sighed out the name, "I chased you for months, adored you even when you pushed me away and did not care for me. I still chase you, because I miss you when you're gone."
He leaned forward, so close that he could count every long, tear-stained eyelash. "Do you really believe that, now that you care about me too, I will just leave?" He let out a gentle little laugh. "You cannot be rid of me so easily. We're each other's home, remember? Our homes never leave us."
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Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Apr 17, 2012 16:57:34 GMT -5
Arthur's expression, soft and almost innocent, wavers. He grips ahold of his shirt, worriedly. He gazes at him, practically on his lap, before leaning forward and gently kissing him on the forehead.
"you're hurt." he mumbles, wiping away a streak of blood with his thumb. "your nose is all wonky."
At that, he starts to giggle.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Apr 17, 2012 17:03:21 GMT -5
The sudden burst of giggling startled Francis. Looking at Arthur, the pirate seemed genuinely amused, even if Arthur was sporting a cut on his jaw and had dirt on his nose and Francis' nose was hurting and the night was such a mess...
Francis leaned against Arthur, unable to help himself. He began to chuckle, joining Arthur in acknowledging the hilarity - absurdity of it all. And it helped that the pirate, normally so fierce and standoffish, had the laugh of a child.
After a while, when their giggles subsided, Francis straightened, beaming at Arthur. He could say something, anything, but at the moment, Francis was simply content to smile.
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Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Apr 17, 2012 17:21:53 GMT -5
Arthur finds himself practically clinging to the other again, resting his head on the other's shoulder. It was like he didn't want to let go, didn't want to be apart from him. After the scare and the revelation he'd just had, he really, really didn't.
"We need to get you fixed up," he remarks, his voice a little weary and raw. He pauses, before sniggering. "Mind you, it could be an improvement. It might stave away any 'suitors' that keep trying to get your attention."
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Apr 17, 2012 17:30:43 GMT -5
Francis raised an eyebrow, shaking his head. "My sweet, I will never want for admirers and suitors," he sniffed. Then he winked. "Especially with this broken nose. Mind you, it probably lends me a rugged, devil-may-care appearance, hm?"
In the dark, Francis felt bold enough to step closer and hold Arthur's hand. Brushing his lips against it, his smile widened. "But you know I only have eyes for a certain pirate, don't you?"
The district was not as well-lit as the center or even the north of the city, so Francis kept their fingers entwined. As he led them away, still keeping to the shadows, Francis felt as if they were a normal couple for the first time. This was their first moonlit stroll, after all. The circumstances - their earlier capture, their injuries, or anything else - did not matter.
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Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Apr 17, 2012 17:45:12 GMT -5
"It makes you look like you fell flat on your face." He replies, looking down at their hands. He tries a soft smirk. "Oh, which pirate is that? I doubt I've ever heard of them."
A soft smile warranting its way onto his lips, he walks with Francis. Even if the streets were crowded, at the moment, he couldn't care less.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Apr 17, 2012 17:57:38 GMT -5
Francis pretended to ponder deeply, but in reality was looking at Arthur from the corner of his eye.
"Oh, I am sure. Let me see, how to describe this pirate..." He tried to scrunch up his nose in mock concentration, but regretted the move. It hurt. Wincing, Francis plowed on.
"He's about my height. He has the bushiest, thickest excuses for eyebrows you will ever see - downright terrifying. In fact, more so than his reputation."
Francis smirked, but his eyes were playful. "He has blond hair that has never seen a comb, but if you touch it, it is softer than feathers and down. An adorable little rabbit nose. Soft skin belying the strength of his body. And under the aforementioned monstrous eyebrows are treasures. Eyes that are flecked with every shade of green, as if it wasn't enough for Mother Nature to give them only one hue. Always has a scowl on his face, and I am forever trying to chase it off. Because his smiles light up the world."
Still keeping up with their little act, Francis frowned at Arthur reproachfully. "Still can't recognize him? Haven't even heard of him? No? Well...that's because I keep him to myself as much as I can."
He shot Arthur a knowing smile.
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Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Apr 17, 2012 18:10:50 GMT -5
Arthur probably has the most amusing expression on his face -- that of a scowl and yet of a bright, red, embarassed blush. He looks away, mumbling.
"Bloody romantic." He mutters. Then he screws his expression up which could only described of a pout. He'd never admit it, though.
"... My hair has seen a comb..." He whines, "and... and there's nothing wrong with my eyebrows. And I do not have a 'rabbit nose'. At least mine doesn't look like a sort of mushed pickle."
He sniggers.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Apr 17, 2012 18:14:39 GMT -5
This time, Francis' frown was real. He matched Arthur's scowl and turned his nose up in the air, his noble sensibilities returning for now.
"I will have you know," he said haughtily, "that this - " he gestured down his body in one elegant sweep " - is all a work of art. The purest masterpiece of a human that nature has ever, and will ever, perfect."
He grinned smugly at Arthur. "The fact that even you can't resist me is a testament to that."
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Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Apr 17, 2012 18:32:22 GMT -5
Arthur rolls his eyes, and shoves the other, playfully.
"Gosh, no wonder you're a bloody Noble --- wait, Even I can't resist it? What are you bloody saying to me about that?!"
He folds his arms childishly and truly puts on a pout, pretending to sulk.
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