No specific plot or length in mind. AU would be preferred but canon-verse is fine. Prefer UKUS but USUK is fine too if the fill gets involved enough for such things to matter.
Through the Crack in the Cage [1/1]
anonymous
May 16 2010, 21:23:26 UTC
I'm not sure if it's raining in the picture, so I didn't really mention it.
Arthur hated train stations. Such places of travel, movement, and yet sorrow. Never had Arthur found for himself a joyful moment in a place such as this.
True, the train was a momentous invention, the great steam engine driving the British Empire's power further and making travel faster: but too often, the very wheels that turned the Empire, carried the people he loved away, never to be seen again. He remembered a moment of watching his mother and sister fade into the distance, left alone at a looming frigidness of a prestigious college, taken away on that fateful train. Two days later, he cried himself to sleep with a fragment of the newspaper, Train crash leaves no survivorsHe remembered playing with some of the few friends he'd made, playing around, running over the train tracks to the shops while missing school. Laughter. The almost deaf one stopped, bending over to tie his shoelace, didn't hear the shouts or the piercing whistle - gone. Never to
( ... )
Gods that was so gorgeous. Short but in no way lacking in anything. A perfect little moment captured in time. You can feel both Arthur's sadness and, though we only get a brief glimpse of him through Arthur's eyes, Alfred's excitement for the new life the awaits before him.
http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o171/shinypretties/Distraction/5077368.jpg
(Work Safe: America and England kissing through a train window in the rain.)
No specific plot or length in mind. AU would be preferred but canon-verse is fine. Prefer UKUS but USUK is fine too if the fill gets involved enough for such things to matter.
Reply
Arthur hated train stations. Such places of travel, movement, and yet sorrow. Never had Arthur found for himself a joyful moment in a place such as this.
True, the train was a momentous invention, the great steam engine driving the British Empire's power further and making travel faster: but too often, the very wheels that turned the Empire, carried the people he loved away, never to be seen again. He remembered a moment of watching his mother and sister fade into the distance, left alone at a looming frigidness of a prestigious college, taken away on that fateful train. Two days later, he cried himself to sleep with a fragment of the newspaper, Train crash leaves no survivorsHe remembered playing with some of the few friends he'd made, playing around, running over the train tracks to the shops while missing school. Laughter. The almost deaf one stopped, bending over to tie his shoelace, didn't hear the shouts or the piercing whistle - gone. Never to ( ... )
Reply
Gorgeous...just gorgeous. Thank you anon!
Reply
Reply
Reply
Random but my Narnia senses are tingling.
Reply
Leave a comment