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In which Ivan accidentally sends Arthur a text of himself wanking.

28th décembre 2012

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kirthurarkland:

froncobonerboy:

… Then it seems this is the only option.

[ shakily rising to his feet, he approaches, kissing the top of his head before heading to leave, wanting to go back and beg that this can work, but knowing that’d do nothing to save things. stopping by the door, he looks back over his shoulder ]

A trial, oui? Just a trial for now?

[ the faintest glimmer of hope appears. ]

//He allows the kiss, even turning his head towards him slightly, then looks over at him when he speaks.

Just a trial.

[ nods once. it’s getting painful again. ]

Enjoy the sweets.

[ leaves. ]

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28th décembre 2012

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kirthurarkland:

froncobonerboy:

[ well that hurt every little bit like he expected. and more. ]

I want to be, I do—

[ but I’m not enough for you. ]

… I want you to be happy.

//He shuffles back on the seat and lifts his knees up, hugging them to his chest. He feels better when he curls up.

I’m not happy without you and that’s not an option any more

… Then it seems this is the only option.

[ shakily rising to his feet, he approaches, kissing the top of his head before heading to leave, wanting to go back and beg that this can work, but knowing that’d do nothing to save things. stopping by the door, he looks back over his shoulder ]

A trial, oui? Just a trial for now?

[ the faintest glimmer of hope appears. ]

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28th décembre 2012

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kirthurarkland:

froncobonerboy:

[ fuck. that didn’t last long. suddenly cracking, he takes a deep breath to settle himself, steadying himself against the onslaught of emotions those few words brought about. ]

I could apologise a million years, but it’d do nothing to fix what has happened. You deserve better than myself. 

[ drops his chin to his chest ]

I’m unhappy when you’re not around too. I wish I could make you stronger, if that’s what you say you need. You’re already very strong, in my eyes. I’m just… a complete failure.

//He continues to stare at the floor.

I don’t. You’re not a failure. I’m the one who’s failed. I just…

//He shrugs his shoulders pathetically.

I don’t need to be stronger. I just— I just need you to be around. And I don’t know if you can do that, any more.

//He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

…..Maybe just a break. Like a trial separation. Or something.

//He does look sad at the suggestion, and he’s not sure if he wants to do it, but something has to be done, and he can’t think of any other options.

[ well that hurt every little bit like he expected. and more. ]

I want to be, I do—

[ but I’m not enough for you. ]

… I want you to be happy.

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28th décembre 2012

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kirthurarkland:

froncobonerboy:

[ jaw clenching, he takes a seat on the other end of the sofa, box placed between them. ]

I would say it all for you, but I don’t really want to. I might have it wrong anyway.

[ from the darkest depths, this wholly different side to francis appears. in contrast to his usual charismatic, warm, passionate self, he’s cold and isolated, as blank as slate. his defences are up, and he’s beyond hiding it. ]

//He glances sideways at Francis, his extremely cold and blank demeanour making him uncomfortable. It’s unlike him, and that’s making his nerves worse. He starts wringing his fingers, staring down at the floor. He may as well start simple, blunt, clear.

…I am unhappy when you’re gone. And you are gone a lot. And I am weak.

[ fuck. that didn’t last long. suddenly cracking, he takes a deep breath to settle himself, steadying himself against the onslaught of emotions those few words brought about. ]

I could apologise a million years, but it’d do nothing to fix what has happened. You deserve better than myself. 

[ drops his chin to his chest ]

I’m unhappy when you’re not around too. I wish I could make you stronger, if that’s what you say you need. You’re already very strong, in my eyes. I’m just… a complete failure.

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28th décembre 2012

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kirthurarkland:

froncobonerboy:

[ blanks on the smile entirely, head kept down as he enters ]

Non, I’m fine, thank you.

[ he thinks he knows what’s coming. he’s hoping he’s prepared himself for something that won’t happen and that once again he’s being ridiculous. ]

//He shuts the door and heads through to the living room with Francis, sitting down there and waiting for the other to join him. He’s not even sure what’s going to happen, and that’s part of the reason he’s so on edge at the moment, sitting close to the edge of his seat, clasping his hands together tightly and staring at nothing in particular, eyes unfocused.

…I don’t much—much like talking about…things like this. It’s not as though I’ve ever been in this position before.

//He’s stalling, and he knows it, but he doesn’t know how to start.

[ jaw clenching, he takes a seat on the other end of the sofa, box placed between them. ]

I would say it all for you, but I don’t really want to. I might have it wrong anyway.

[ from the darkest depths, this wholly different side to francis appears. in contrast to his usual charismatic, warm, passionate self, he’s cold and isolated, as blank as slate. his defences are up, and he’s beyond hiding it. ]

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28th décembre 2012

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kirthurarkland:

froncobonerboy:

[ at arthur’s. again. ]

[ has a box of macarons, as promised. ]

[ knock knock knock. ]

//He answers the door and tries not to look too nervous at the sight of the other - he doesn’t want to talk about this much, but he knows they must, and so gives a slight smile and steps aside to let him in.

Good evening. Would you like a drink, or anything?

[ blanks on the smile entirely, head kept down as he enters ]

Non, I’m fine, thank you.

[ he thinks he knows what’s coming. he’s hoping he’s prepared himself for something that won’t happen and that once again he’s being ridiculous. ]

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28th décembre 2012

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[ at arthur’s. again. ]

[ has a box of macarons, as promised. ]

[ knock knock knock. ]

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25th décembre 2012

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saerok:

so i have barely been on here in forever
MERRY CHRISTMAS

saerok:

so i have barely been on here in forever

MERRY CHRISTMAS

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25th décembre 2012

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kirthurarkland a dit: Text: If you are not doing anything, then I would very much like it if you came over for the day.

Text: I will be over shortly. x 

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24th décembre 2012

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Fix it Francis.

kirthurarkland:

froncobonerboy:

Sniffing and wiping his face, he shook his head.

“I’d never cheat on you. In fact, I came here to tell you how grateful I am you put up with me, and love me, and appreciate you for all that you’ve done for me, all that you’ve given to me, despite me being an absolute cunt. You certainly wouldn’t believe me, but I wanted to hug you and tell you all those things a thousand times over.”

Tears had begun pouring from his eyes, not that he noticed much. He could still see Arthur looking as pained as ever, and wanted so desperately to relieve him of that, to punish himself for making him think such things.

“I’m sorry for ever making you think such a thing.” The words sounded without him realising he’d spoken. “I am the worst for doing as much. My sincerest apologies. I wish I could pick you up and hold you and tell you you weren’t stupid, not at all, nor weak in the slightest, as that night meant wonders to me. I am always my happiest with you.”

At first he felt a flutter in his chest at the other’s words, and the usual forgiveness that tended to rise at the sight of the man began to appear…but then once more his heart sank, and the low, heavy feeling that was plaguing him like an anchor on his back returned rapidly. He turned his face further away from Francis and lifted his feet onto his couch, now hugging his knees to his chest and resting his temple on his kneecaps. He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know what he was feeling any more. He felt angry, and upset, and confused, and guilty and lonely and betrayed and so many unpleasant things at once that he decided it would be much better if he simply didn’t speak. He rather wanted to be left alone, but at the same time didn’t want to specifically ask Francis to leave.

So he just sat there.

"You want me to leave, don’t you."

He didn’t have to say a word to make himself abundantly clear. Francis’ presence was not welcome here. End of.

"I don’t really want to leave, this isn’t what I wanted to happen… I was going to ramble on about how happy it makes me that you love me and that you gave me a chance. I guess I’ll leave that for another time."

Awkwardly making his way towards the nearest door, he lifted his hand, dropped it, sighed and turned away.

"Merry Christmas, Arthur."

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24th décembre 2012

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Fix it Francis.

kirthurarkland:

froncobonerboy:

“I’ve been absent, and I have let you down horribly.”

He’d followed, tail between his legs, head still low. His voice was grave, like he was giving bad news to someone he knew wouldn’t take it well.

“It’s truly inexcusable, which is why I’m here. To make amends, if you will let me.”

He just scowled at the other, hand squeezing in its grip on his upper arm. ”You were free, you said. No office or work commitments for the next six weeks, you said. It’s been two since I saw you last. Two fucking weeks, Francis. Where the fuck have you been? What have you been doing? Are you see—”

He cut himself off and looked down at the carpet, ashamed of what he’d been about to ask, what he’d just been about to accuse Francis of. He sat down on the couch heavily, still clutching his arms to himself and avoiding Francis’ eye. “I—…” He swallowed uncomfortably. “I…opened up to you. I showed weakness, I admitted…stupid, fucking stupid things, and you promised—…”

Silence. For a few moments.

“…I shouldn’t have bothered.”

Sniffing and wiping his face, he shook his head.

"I’d never cheat on you. In fact, I came here to tell you how grateful I am you put up with me, and love me, and appreciate you for all that you’ve done for me, all that you’ve given to me, despite me being an absolute cunt. You certainly wouldn’t believe me, but I wanted to hug you and tell you all those things a thousand times over."

Tears had begun pouring from his eyes, not that he noticed much. He could still see Arthur looking as pained as ever, and wanted so desperately to relieve him of that, to punish himself for making him think such things.

"I’m sorry for ever making you think such a thing." The words sounded without him realising he’d spoken. "I am the worst for doing as much. My sincerest apologies. I wish I could pick you up and hold you and tell you you weren’t stupid, not at all, nor weak in the slightest, as that night meant wonders to me. I am always my happiest with you."

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24th décembre 2012

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Fix it Francis.

kirthurarkland:

froncobonerboy:

The miniature grimace screamed a million words. Shit.

Bowing his head and gratefully taking his chance, he tottered in, as prepared as he could be for whatever was about to come.

“I fear something is deeply troubling you. May I ask what?”

A bold move, but one he had to take. He knew the answer anyway - “you”.

He shut the door behind the other and headed for the living room, an unspoken invitation for Francis to follow him left hanging in the air. He chose not to sit, instead turned to face the Frenchman, arms folded and a slightly sour look on his face. His eyes narrowed.

“You can’t guess? You don’t even know?

"I’ve been absent, and I have let you down horribly."

He’d followed, tail between his legs, head still low. His voice was grave, like he was giving bad news to someone he knew wouldn’t take it well.

"It’s truly inexcusable, which is why I’m here. To make amends, if you will let me."

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23rd décembre 2012

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franthur:


Merry Christmas, Snuffy!! I hope you have a great winter break and an awesome new year! ♥♥♥

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franthur:

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23rd décembre 2012

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Fix it Francis.

kirthurarkland:

froncobonerboy:

Appearing at Arthur’s door, he knocked, hoping he would be open to his overwhelming urge to cry and sob into his chest and declare how happy he is to have him in his life. This was an unlikely wish, so he braced himself for whatever came.

The visitor was unexpected, and Arthur looked up from his book with a frown. He’d hardly wanted to be interrupted, but who knew - it might be a very welcome guest. He got up and went to open the door, the corners of his lips turning down slightly when he saw who it was.

“Oh. Hello.”

He didn’t really want to say much more, but it was very cold. “I suppose you want to come in,” he continued, stepping aside slightly to allow the other to enter.

The miniature grimace screamed a million at words. Shit.

Bowing his head and gratefully taking his chance, he tottered in, as prepared as he could be for whatever was about to come.

"I fear something is deeply troubling you. May I ask what?"

A bold move, but one he had to take. He knew the answer anyway - “you”.

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23rd décembre 2012

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Fix it Francis.

Appearing at Arthur’s door, he knocked, hoping he would be open to his overwhelming urge to cry and sob into his chest and declare how happy he is to have him in his life. This was an unlikely wish, so he braced himself for whatever came.

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