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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Apr 27, 2012 17:42:59 GMT -5
It was clear that Arthur was still lost to Francis. Francis gritted his teeth, which was another mistake: his jaw throbbed. Sucking in a breath, Francis let his head fall back onto the pillow.
"What can I do?" Francis whispered, his voice hard. "What can I do, Arthur? You can't keep thinking this way! What can I do to make you believe me? To keep you from these poisonous thoughts?"
He turned his head, glaring slightly at Arthur. Though he clenched his fist, he did not do anything else. He felt helpless. There had to be some way to reach Arthur again.
"How dare you think that way. By thinking of yourself that way, what must you think of me? If you are indeed a monster, do you mean to say that I am in love with one?" He turned away, swallowing back the lump in his throat. "Then I am so much worse than you are. To love a monster is worse than being one. I am so much more despicable, disgusting..."
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Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Apr 27, 2012 19:20:30 GMT -5
Arthur just draws his knees up to his chest, hugging them. He's quiet.
"I'll... I'll just... go..." He mumurs. He knows he's upsetting Francis and he doesn't want to do it anymore. It'd be best to just leave Francis to sleep off his injuries.
He moves off the bed and stands up, but rather than start to leave the room he moves for the liquor cabinet. Maybe he can forget he did any of this.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Apr 27, 2012 19:26:18 GMT -5
Seeing where Arthur was headed, Francis bolted upright. He tried to reach for Arthur, but his legs ached too much to let him stand.
"Stop it, Arthur!" he cried. "Stop! That is my property and I forbid you from touching it!"
But Francis knew words and threats weren't enough to rein in the pirate. With a gasp of pain, Francis used his arms to heave himself off the bed. His legs trembled slightly at his weight, but he leaned against the wall to stay upright.
"Not a drop!" he said breathlessly. "Stay away from that!"
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Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Apr 28, 2012 22:37:06 GMT -5
Arthur halts in his steps, his back to the other. A moment later, a fist slams against the wall.
"But I WANT a fucking drink...." He screeches, turning his head back towards the other, rather livid. However, after a few moments of gazing at the other, he turns around and hangs his head, before moving back towards Francis. He grasps him gently and leads him back to the bed, before stepping away again and heading for the door.
"Fine, I'll just go to a tavern then..." He mutters. He has his hand on the handle before he heaves a breath and whimpers to himelf.
"What have I become..."
He rests his forehead on the door, eyes closed.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Apr 29, 2012 17:17:43 GMT -5
As Francis sank onto the bed again, he grasped at Arthur's arms, trying to keep him from leaving. But the pirate managed to slip away, and hearing his intended destination agitated Francis even more.
"You set one foot outside the manor," said Francis, an edge in his voice, "and you will not be welcome here again."
He watched, gripping his sheets, as Arthur paused by the door. There was no mistaking the defeat in his posture, and it pained Francis to see it.
"Come back," he whispered. "Come back to me. I'm right here, can't you see?"
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Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Apr 29, 2012 17:47:56 GMT -5
There's a few long moments of silence, before he whimpers, quietely.
"I-I just want a drink..."
Arthur's shoulders shake, and a moment later, he's sniffling like a child.
"F-Fraanciss, I-I just want a drink... p-please..."
He stumbles over and crawls into his arms, whimpering.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Apr 29, 2012 18:06:03 GMT -5
Francis caught Arthur in his arms and pulled him in a tight embrace. Shifting, he positioned himself to lean against the headrest.
"Do you know how much it hurts me," said Francis softly, "when I see what happens when you drink? I lose you. I lose you to your darker emotions."
He stroked the pirate's hair, kissing his head lightly. "And I feel lost too. Because you are my home. Arthur, look at me." Sighing, Francis lifted Arthur's head to face him. "You don't deserve to treat yourself this way. You're better than this."
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Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Apr 29, 2012 18:18:06 GMT -5
Arthur whimpers, shaking his head into the other's neck.
"D-Drink.... makes makes m-me forget.... please.... I-I don't like r-remembering...."
He'd just decapitated, stabbed a man, shot one through the throat with an arrow, and stuck one on a spike in the fence. He saw a lot of brtual things. He did a lot of brutal things.
It didn't mean he remembered them at times. He made sure of that.
"N-Nightmares..."
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Apr 29, 2012 18:30:10 GMT -5
Francis caressed Arthur's cheek with all the tenderness he felt for the pirate. With great care, he took the pirate's hand loosely in his.
"The man I fell in love with is the bravest, strongest man I know." A tiny smile nearly appeared on Francis' face. "His name is Arthur Kirkland, and he can face anything. Including...himself."
He dropped a sweet kiss on Arthur's forehead. "You don't need drink to escape, my love. You have all the strength to face yourself. And - and you know I'm here for you if you need me."
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Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Apr 29, 2012 18:39:55 GMT -5
The pirate gazes back at the Noble for a long, few moments, as though he's contemplating the thought. Then he buries his head agaainst the other and clings at his shirt again, letting out a short, bitter laugh.
"...D-Drink...."
How did Francis even think Arthur had managed so long? He was a pirate. Alcohol was a staple part of his diet.
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