He choked on a sob, and completely broke into tears. "Artie" He wanted to reach out to him, wanted to cling, and never let go, and he automatically took a step toward him, yet hesitated to step any closer. He sobbed again, cursing softly and looked back at the man before him.
"Artie....I'm not a child anymore. I'm not...I'm not even a pirate anymore. But-" He grimaced as he sniffled again, gaze falling to the ground. "I'm not a boy anymore Arthur....but I still think of you the same as I did back then." I'm still your boy...
He licked at his lips, and the apologies started to spill from him like water. "I know...I know I hurt you. and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Artie, but I didn't know what to do. I felt...I felt I had to get out and try for myself, but...but you'd never let me go..." His gaze flicked up for a moment before returning to the ground. You still haven't let me go.
Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Oct 30, 2011 11:14:45 GMT -5
Arthur almost lost it himself when Alfred started crying. It took every inch of his will not to gather him in his arms and cradle him to sleep or calm him down, like he used to all those years ago when he'd wake up from a nightmare or was scared or...
Arthur gritted his teeth, and his expression wavered. His eyes went soft. As he spoke, his voice cracked. "... Bloody hell, Alfred... s-stop bloody crying..."
His fists clenched, and he looked down at the floor. He couldn't run to him, not when Alfred was apparently so insistent on 'moving on', and 'growing up'.
But damn. Damn damn damn. Pull yourself together, Kirkland!
"S-Stop crying, lad... You.. You shouldn't be crying at... at... nineteen..." He says, stepping forward and reaching to wipe the tears from Alfred's cheeks, and reaching to pull back Alfred's sleeve to check the wound in his warm. "You.... you. You.... idiot.... look what you've done to me.... you idiot..."
His head leans forward and rests his head against Alfred's chest, and his face creases up. He finally emits a sob, murmurs of 'idiot'...' still coming from him.
When Arthur finally cracked Alfred could do nothing but cry harder. Once he really got started it was always hard for him to stop. "I-I can't stop on command!" Not when he was really crying.
A wave of relief swept through him as the Captain finally warmed back up to his Artie, wiping a tear from his face, his friend, his papa, checking him, gentle hands touching where it hurt. Right now, even after all that bit about 'growing up' and 'getting out', Alfred really didn't want to be nineteen.
Giving a great sniff as Artie called him an 'idiot' he opens it mouth to bitch back in retaliation, but only stood there, dumbfounded by his honest, words, his show of weakness. Looking down at the man, hiding his face in his chest, it finally hit Alfred, he'd outgrown Arthur. It was a quick thought, one that didn't matter. He'd caused him to cry.
"Artie..." He sniffled again and wrapped his arms around the now smaller man, holding him tight. "I know. I know." a small smirk graced his lips at Arthur's repeated mummers of 'idiot'. "What a pair we are."
Alfred gave a slight jump of surprise when Arthur hit him, and he couldn't help but laugh. It was a soft chuckle, here was Arthur calling him an idiot for, at the moment it seemed, growing. He was so damn stubborn. "I'm not going to apologize for growing, Artie." He wanted to continue on 'Not my fault you stopped' but thought better of it.
At the mention of his glasses his bit of cheer faded, and his face fell. They were his fathers glasses, his blood father, and he always had them. They were one thing he wouldn't lose. The "ridiculous" comment bit at his nerves, but he decided better than to let it cause any real hurt. He knew Arthur was just, finally, letting out his frustrations. He'd finally gotten the chance...
They just continued to stand there in that alley, and Alfred listened to his Captain's concerns. He pressed his cheek into the other's hair as he mentioned his 'Freedom', pulling him closer as he whimpered, not quite sure what to say. He opened and closed his mouth a few times trying to think of the right words. "Artie... I'm still free. I...I know you don't and won't believe that...but I know...I know what I'm doing." He squeezed his papa closer, he wanted to comfort him, he wanted things to be okay. "Please..." closing his eyes he ran his fingers through the other blonde's hair, pleading in a voice that was barely a whisper, "Please don't hate me."
Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Dec 12, 2011 12:23:57 GMT -5
He can't help but bark out a dry laugh at that, sniffing and pulling away from the other. He turns away, regaining his composure, trying to desperately build up the shield he'd held for the last two years -- the shield he's always had to hold.
"So you're a Ruthian, huh? What the bloody hell are you doing with them? They're not as bad as the military or those bloody draconians, but they're... they're.. still..."
He couldn't stop the confused and slightly pained sound he made as Arthur pulled away, but he just sighed, gingerly touching his aching arm, as he watched the older man set himself again, ready to scold and mock and do things Arthur did best. Alfred felt himself flush slightly as the captain turned around, facing him and demanding answers, it made his head hurt, and that annoyed him since he already felt a bit light headed.
Shutting his eyes he sighed heavily again, "Arthur, I do what I do best." Although Alfred knew he'd probably get some smart ass answer like "Oh Lying? Running away?" or something along those lines (And he was VERY good at lying, but people don't really admit to that). he knew the other was well aware of his creative and inventing abilities, he made a lot of little gadgets while he'd been on his ship. "I'm head inventor" He admitted. It was a rather big accomplishment since he'd only been with the group for such a limited amount of time, he knew it said a lot for his abilities.
He opened his mouth to continue but his senses sharpened vaguely as he heard footsteps echoing down the alley, and a familiar voice shout out to his name. "T-Tony?" He pushed away from the wall, watching the other man approach, and panicked as he watched the other register Arthur, and draw his gun. "N-no! No no no! Don't shoot him!" He quickly stumbled between the two, grasping his coworker's gun and forcing him to lower it, glancing back at Arthur.
He heard his underling comment on his arm, and his paling demeanor, and shot down each comment with a simple "I'm fine" or "Had worse". It wasn't until Tony mentioned that the military was getting closer to this spot did he pause, once again turning to Arthur. They needed to leave, he knew that, but he couldn't just walk away from him again. Licking his lips he forced out a chuckle dismissing the other to leave, "You heard him Artie...we need get going....wrap this up, I guess..." He felt Tony lingering behind him for a bit longer before sneaking out of the dirty little side street again.
Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Feb 3, 2012 6:39:15 GMT -5
Arthur glares, before suddenly snatching ahold of his wrist. "You think I'm going to let you go when you're that injured? Idiot. You really are. Hate you? You need to stop caring about what I think. You made the decision to grow up the day you walked off my ship. So act like it." He snaps, moving to drag the Ruthian away.
"You're going to bleed to death if someone doesn't stem that, soon."
Alfred couldn't help but flush, if only slightly since he was indeed, getting a bit light headed, at the ridicule coming from his mentor's mouth as Arthur took him like a boy by the wrist. Puffing up his cheeks he grumbled fiercely under his breath before piping up, "How can I stop caring about what you think? I'm sure you think of me as a selfish ungrateful whelp, and god, maybe I am, I don't know. But I care not just because you taught me so much, and gave me so much, but because I love you Artie!"
Oh lord he'd done it now. Digging his heels into the street, the nineteen year old youth yanked his wrist free, trying to cover quickly. " And you!" He jutted a finger at the pirate's chest, "You're standing there telling me that I have to grow up because I chose to grow up, but not just five minutes ago you wept about how I'm taller than you. How've I grown...Hell! You're dragging me off to treat my wound, not that I'm not grateful, you're really good at it, Papa. But don't you go telling me not to care when you still care!"
He crossed his arms, well he would have but it caused him to wince, so he flopped them to his sides instead. "I care, because I know I'm not the best to you but you're like family to me Arthur....Idiot or otherwise."
Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on May 17, 2012 10:56:11 GMT -5
This was starting to weight him down too much. He was getting fed up of it. One part of him wanted to run back and hug the other and cradle him -- but as soon as he even took in the lumbering figure of the other, all those fantasies smashed to pieces. Alfred was nothing like that anymore. He'd grown. It was time to start acting like it too.
"Well for starters you can stop calling me papa. How old are you, eight? Also you can stop with the smushy love crap. You know what I think about language like that." He mutters, before stomping down the alleyway. He stops and turns around, eyes hard, but unsure.