No matter how long it takes, I'll find you
anonymous
February 6 2010, 07:21:51 UTC
Hopeless romantic anon would like to see a fic where Nation A and Nation B die (perhaps with other nations, as well), but before they do, one of them promises the other that if they're ever reborn, they'll find them and fall in love with them again.
Bonus if it happens over several lifetimes.
OP is partial to US/UK and Ger/Ita, but isn't picky.
reCAPTCHA: proves passionately. Yes, that's exactly what I mean, captcha.
Transcendence (3b/?)
anonymous
March 1 2010, 04:11:50 UTC
“Yes, I’m alright,” he recovers quickly, however, and snaps sharply at the man. “Now if you’ll excuse me, your annoying distraction has made me even later for work.”
And Arthur brushes past the man without any further conversation, ignoring the desperate cry of, “Wait!” from behind him. The blue-eyed man picks up the thick leather-bound book left, like a memento, on the concrete sidewalk where Arthur had stood minutes ago. Opening to the inside of the cover, he reads: ‘Arthur Kirkland, Magnum Opus ’. “Magnum Opus?” Looking in the direction that Arthur had took off in, the man furrows his brows, deciding to pay this store a visit in the near future as he walks the way Arthur had come.
When Arthur has reached his bookstore (fondly reading the window, Magnum Opus, with its black, looped script, and smiling at the familiar smell and the chime of the bell hanging overhead as he enters the doorway), he flips the ‘Closed’ sign to ‘Open’, walking over to the counter and setting his things down afterward. “Wait a minute,” he mutters to
( ... )
How did I miss this?! I'm so happy to see an update, and a wonderful one, too! I'm so glad they met!
I think the poetry was a lovely addition to the story, but oh Arthur, that's not how you treat someone you've been dreaming and writing poetry about! I'm excited to see where you go from here, author!anon!
Transcendence (4b/?)
anonymous
March 8 2010, 03:53:15 UTC
Alfred laughs nervously. “W-well, I had been considering moving out of my dorm room because it was so expensive. I want to save my parents some money, you know? I’d seen the ad last month, but I didn’t really say anything…and I kind of have all my stuff packed up already. I don’t own much.”
“Hm! Well, if you really want to move in today, I suppose that’s fine
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Transcendence (5a/?)
anonymous
March 22 2010, 03:56:49 UTC
Arthur pushes the young man away from him, frowning more so from the pain that rips through his body as he does so. The action is completely ineffective, and his arm falls to the floor again with a thud. “This is not the time, Alfred.”
“Why not?” The expression in his eyes is one of pure concern. “You’re resting, and I - I just wanted to make sure you were okay, and…you don’t want to see me?”
“For a good reason.” He turns his head away. “Just…go home, Alfred. Go home!“I’m not leaving.” The tone is so solid, so strong and defiant, that Arthur turns his head in disbelief, staring up at the blue eyes of that man. It is such a similar tone to that stormy day long ago that Arthur glares at him, though the action is directed towards his thoughts for wandering into such a painful stretch of memory. “Look at you, Arthur…you need someone - something! Let me help you for once, won’t you
( ... )
Bonus if it happens over several lifetimes.
OP is partial to US/UK and Ger/Ita, but isn't picky.
reCAPTCHA: proves passionately. Yes, that's exactly what I mean, captcha.
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And Arthur brushes past the man without any further conversation, ignoring the desperate cry of, “Wait!” from behind him. The blue-eyed man picks up the thick leather-bound book left, like a memento, on the concrete sidewalk where Arthur had stood minutes ago. Opening to the inside of the cover, he reads: ‘Arthur Kirkland, Magnum Opus ’. “Magnum Opus?” Looking in the direction that Arthur had took off in, the man furrows his brows, deciding to pay this store a visit in the near future as he walks the way Arthur had come.
When Arthur has reached his bookstore (fondly reading the window, Magnum Opus, with its black, looped script, and smiling at the familiar smell and the chime of the bell hanging overhead as he enters the doorway), he flips the ‘Closed’ sign to ‘Open’, walking over to the counter and setting his things down afterward. “Wait a minute,” he mutters to ( ... )
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and the poem? AMAZING addition!
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I teared up at the deaths and... and... I need this. I need this like air. ;~;
Thank you so much for writing this. More, please?!
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I think the poetry was a lovely addition to the story, but oh Arthur, that's not how you treat someone you've been dreaming and writing poetry about! I'm excited to see where you go from here, author!anon!
Patiently awaiting updates, as usual. :>
reCAPTCHA: nation succassunna. wat.
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“Hm! Well, if you really want to move in today, I suppose that’s fine ( ... )
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Loving it and can't wait to see what happens next.
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I woke up to a pleasant surprise when I saw this was updated. :)
Anon here wonders how the drug will come into play... :D -smiles-
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As a pharmacy employee, I find the use of benzos especially sad. They're used for anxiety, too! He's addicted/dependent, then?
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“Why not?” The expression in his eyes is one of pure concern. “You’re resting, and I - I just wanted to make sure you were okay, and…you don’t want to see me?”
“For a good reason.” He turns his head away. “Just…go home, Alfred. Go home!“I’m not leaving.” The tone is so solid, so strong and defiant, that Arthur turns his head in disbelief, staring up at the blue eyes of that man. It is such a similar tone to that stormy day long ago that Arthur glares at him, though the action is directed towards his thoughts for wandering into such a painful stretch of memory. “Look at you, Arthur…you need someone - something! Let me help you for once, won’t you ( ... )
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“Don’t you ever do anything aside from read, write and work?”
He takes a moment to think about it, and then shrugs. “…Not really.”
“That sounds really boring.”
“I find it enjoyable ( ... )
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* = The song Alfred is singing is Be OK, by Ingrid Michaelson. It's a song that I can see him singing, for some reason.
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Awesome fill.
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