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LIME AND SPELLFIRE'S 1x1 PAGE OF AWESOMNESS!!! TOPIC: UNKNOWN, CHARACTERS: UNKNOWN, RATING: UNKNOWN. AWESOMNESS, RANDOMNESS, CUPCAKES, PRUSSIA, 2P! IGGY, GAMZEE AND MADNESS INCLUDED }80D
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Mar 27, 2013 03:38PM
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Francis grinned, pulling Arthur into his chest with a barely disguised giggle. He couldn't believe it, he'd scored Arthur, fruking, Kirkland.
Arthur smiled sighed contently. Suddenly the bell rang for class. It was English next and he wasn't sure if he wanted to go or to just bunk it again.
"... I don't zink anyone would mind, if we skipped class..." Francis murmured into Arthur's hair.
Arthur made a grunting noise, of course no one would miss him, no one even noticed him in class, they saw him as an outsider. "Lets stay here them." He decided, pulling away and sitting down on his stool. "So...Tell me about you're self, we haven't exactly had a proper conversation in the past few months." He said looking up at him.
"Zere's not much, to talk about..." Francis murmured, glancing away.
Arthur raised an eyebrow. "How did you end up like this? All emo and stuff?" He asked curiously.
Arthur sighed. "It that all you can say? Zere's not much to talk about " He asked in a bad french accent.
Spellfire wrote: "Arthur raised an eyebrow. "How did you end up like this? All emo and stuff?" He asked curiously."Spellfire wrote: "Arthur raised an eyebrow. "How did you end up like this? All emo and stuff?" He asked curiously."
"It's... A long story, mon ami..." Francis muttered, staring at the floor.
Arthur leaned forward a little. "I've got plenty of time." He said, curiosity getting the better of him.
Francis sighed. "Just... Don't laugh." He asked, looking up into Arthur's eyes.
Arthur raised an eyebrow. "Why would I laugh? Of course I wont." He said confused.
"Ok..." Francis sighed and begun. "You know Gilbert and Antonio? We, grew up togezer, it wasn't exactly, a good neighbour'ood where we were from, and, we all 'ad our own issues" he paused and sighed again.
"Ze truz is, Arthur, zat, I'm not, entirely French. My fazer was, but, 'e left after Matthiue was born. I kept speaking French in pure spite to my mozer, 'o blamed poor Matthiue for papa leaving. She was never exactly a roll model. Antonio, 'ad issues wiz 's fazer, and Gilbert 'ad some bad home problems I don't want to go into. We bonded over 'ow messed up we all were." He stopped and glanced at Arthur.
Arthur stood up from his stool and made his way over hto him before pulling him into a hug, wrapping his arms around his waist. "I'm sorry to hear that Francis...I don't see how I'd laugh at that." He said looking up at him with understanding eyes.
"Some people just say zat it's a stupid zing to be sad over." Francis said quietly, leaning against Arthur.
"Hell no. You have no reason to believe all those bloody bastards out there who say that, those people aren't worth your time. At least you've got friends, before you I didn't have any..." He said looking down at his feet. "I guess you want to know a bit about me to?" He asked quietly.
((Hm? oh! you /did/ reply XDsorry, brb, leme reply))
((Lime? please can we RP? I really wanna continue this and I feel really bad keeping asking you all the time, please can you reply? Im really sorry to keep bugging you >_> <>))
Spellfire wrote: ""Hell no. You have no reason to believe all those bloody bastards out there who say that, those people aren't worth your time. At least you've got friends, before you I didn't have any..." He said ...""Oui, zere's a lot I want to know about you, can... You start with why you... Rebelled?" Francis asked, pulling Arthur down to sit on his knees.
((X3333 thank you *snuggles* X3333)))
Arthur nodded and looked at the ground. "Well you see...I think I should start at the beginning... When I was younger I saw my daddy cry and curse at the wind, he broke his own heart and I watched as he tried to reassemble it. He was a terrible drunk and every other night used to come home and beat me up, I went into depression and when ever I tried to talk to my mom about it, she would say that I was over-reacting even though she could clearly see the cuts and bruises all over my face and body. You see, my mother thought of our family as perfect in every way and chose to ignore it and turned a blind eye to the reality of what it actually was. When I was 11 I got so depressed I started to self harm...At that time I also started to learn how to sing and play so I guess there was at least an upside to that year... A few times I fought against my dad and one day he was "sick and tired of me being an attention whore and an annoying brat" And got into a fight with my mum who had somehow decided to defend me for once, which then later ended in a divorce when I was 12. My mother swore that she'd never let herself forget what happened, but she still doesn't really care about me or the fact that I was suffering with depression... At school I started to rebel, children used to notice the bruises and scars but that just made them want to stay away from me. After 2 years I regained some control of my depression and stopped self-harming, but as I got into senior school and other pupils started to notice them they basictly said that I only wanted attention and spread rumors about me, so to resolve that I use these wrist bands to hide them...I have some on my back too but... I guess pupils and teachers alike gave up on trying to help me because I was too stubborn to co-operate and I didn't attend hardly any classes. Whenever someone made a comment about me I would punch them and get into a fight... I rebel because when ever I try to get my point across or try to just fit in, people turn me away and spread rumors about me...
Maybe I know somewhere deep in my soul that love never last - I know that from my parents, and I used to think that I had to find other ways to make alone or keep a strait face. And I've always lived like this, keeping a comfortable distance from everyone else. And , to be honest, up until now I had sworn to myself that I was content with loneliness, because I thought that none of it was ever worth the risk...But I guess, you are the only exception." He said looking up at him and smiling slightly before resting his head against his shoulder.
((The only exception: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sGRH7w... I listened to this song and it was PERFECT for his background story, it's so bitter-sweet it's awesome! :'3))
Francis wrapped his arms around Arthur's waist."I'm so sorry, Arthur..." He whispered, "I... I don't know what to say..."
((Sorry for the wait )8 <>))
Arthur hugged his arms around Francis's neck and smiled slightly. "But you know what?" He asked quietly.
"What...?" Francis murmured, pulling Arthur closer.
He smiled a little wider, wrapping his arms around his neck. "I'm on my way to believing." He said toughing his nose with Francis's.
Francis smiled, pulling Arthur into a quick kiss."You're amazing." He murmured.
Arthur smiled and whispered "You're amazing to." He sighed and nuzzled his cheek, closing his eyes.
|Francis sighed hapilly, wraping hi arms tighter around Arthur and closing his eyes.
|Francis sighed hapilly, wraping hi arms tighter around Arthur and closing his eyes.
After a few minuets Arthur opened his eyes looking up at Francis, smiling. "By the way I love your French accent, and your hair and your eyes." He said brushing a few locks of hair out of his eyes so that he could see them.
Francis blushed."Reall...? I zought it got on your nearves..."
Arthur blushed looking down at his chest instead. "Yeah, well...It's annoyingly amazing..." He corrected trying not to smile at his own words.
Francis smirked, leaning into kiss him-"OI FRANNY THERE YOU- Oh."
Francis jerked away.
"Gilbert!?"
Arthur jumped up from off his lap "WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING IN HERE THIS IS MY STUDIO?!" He squeaked in embarrassment, his face a bright red.
Gilbert waggled his eyebrows."Vell vell velll~~~" he giggled as francis covered his face.
Arthur stepped away from Francis, his face glowing 10 shades redder. “W-What do you want?!” He asked annoy3d at him for ruining the moment and for walking in on them about to kiss.
"Ve vere vorried about Franny!" Gilbert said defensively. "Ve zouhgt he'd gone to melt in a corner from the suffocating amount of romance!"
Fancis sighed.
"Gill, not ze time-"
"Oh shizer((sp or whatever, too tired to careXD)) vere you two about to-"
"NON! NONONONONONONON!!!! We were aving a serious talk ok! Nozing else! Just kissing!"
Arthur sighed and stepped forward, looking at Francis. God he looks amazing... He thought as a blush started to appear on his face again. “Francis?” He asked ignoring Gilbert.
“Shut up.” He said simply and grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him down into a kiss, his tounge pushing itself into Firancis's mouth.
Francis gave a muffled yelp before he kissed back, vaguely registering the sound of Gilbert wolf whistling and the door closing.
Arthur smirked against his lips and tangles his fingers into his hair, deepening the kiss. Well that certainly got rid of him...
Francis groaned, wrapping his arms around Arthur's waist and pulling him closer. God dammit. Gilbert will never let him live this down.
((That awkward moment.When your mum walks in on you lip synching to Love game in your high heels, alone in your room at one am.))
