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>->
*crawls back into hole*
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Also, imagine Alfred to be whatever age you wish. I had the idea for him to be on the way to maturity (as will be apparent later), but not all the way there yet by a long shot.
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Arthur stepped off the boat and breathed in the smell of forest, of sand, of warm sun and frosty mountains. He truly loved the smell of America.
Speaking of whom...
This was strange. Alfred was usually tripping over his own feet to run out and greet him. Now, he didn't even see the boy anywhere. He took off his hat and scanned the area, searching for that small golden head that should be rocketing toward him any minute now--
"ARTHUR!"
"What--"
WHAMArthur landed on his face with something very giggly (and a whole lot heavier than he remembered) latched onto his back. He pushed himself up, stuck between catching his breath and trying not to breathe dirt, and reached around him to ( ... )
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"Now, steady, and for god's sake, aim before you shoot."
"I know how to do that, Arthur. I swear, you never take me seriously."
"I'm just showing you how to aim properly."
"You've been doing that since we got here. I think I can handle it."
Arthur relented, and stepped back. Alfred fired, and sure enough, hit the target dead-on. Arthur was genuinely surprised. Perhaps he's grown even more than I thought.
Shot after shot sounded from Alfred's gun. Every target Arthur had set up fell, with scary accuracy. Alfred rolled his shoulders to shake off the effects of the recoil, and Arthur couldn't blame him. The gun was smaller than most, but still packed a punch.
He's still so small, though, when you get right down to it.Finally, right about the point when Arthur began to wonder if he was going to have to get new targets, it seemed Alfred had gotten bored ( ... )
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Setting up some angst, I see? Carry on...
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And I am glad that someone likes it so far. Keeps me motivated.
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Wonderful so far, I look forward to more!
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A couple of days passed in relative calm. Alfred hadn't forgotten to put the towels back in the bathroom, and Arthur had managed to put the events of that evening behind him...mostly.
The whole thing would have been so much easier if every move the boy made, if all the subtle changes in his posture (no longer curved the way it used to be), his voice (still very high, but now completely without the lisp of childhood), the way he carried himself (he seemed so sure of himself, so ready to take the world head-on) hadn't been so damned prominentThey were on horseback now, riding through the exquisite countryside, gazing at the mountains in the distance and silently contemplating what lay beyond. Alfred caught sight of a hawk soaring into the distance, and he got his horse into a fast gallop following the bird ( ... )
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What are you doing to me author!anon?
Your prose. I like it. Your pacing. I like it. Your characterizations. I like it.
I'm not sure how precocious Alfred is... so many questions still linger in my mind. You make me want to missfire so I can tell the rest of the kink meme how much ILU.
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Incidentally, in regards to Alfred's precociousness, author-anon also (as if she wasn't going to hell already) literally just finished the last day of working in a child care center before writing this. Kids perceive a lot more than she previously gave them credit for.
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You are setting this up to be the most delicious UK/Colonial US shota I have ever read.
Please, I beg of you, take as long as you need to fill it but PLEASE don't abandon this fill ;___;
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I PROMISE, THIS WILL BE FINISHED. (The plot won't leave me alone, anyway. XD)
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The next morning, Arthur awoke to find himself on the living room floor, alone. Alfred must have gone to bed after I fell asleep, he thought. Can't really blame him, either. My back is killing me.From down the hall, he could hear someone doing laundry and seemingly trying to make as little noise as possible. Laundry wasn't supposed to be done until the end of the week. What on earth ( ... )
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