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@Mr-Kirkland: Starter
He hummed noncommittally and led them both down the stairs, smiling at Arthur once he got to the bottom. “Well-” He held out his hand for Arthur to take, wiggling his fingers slightly. “You were going to fly, right?” Francis could barely contain his excitement at the small nod as he closed his fingers around his. “Perfect…perfect. Well why don’t I take you somewhere private, somewhere no one will see you, and I watch you fly, hm?”
Arthur paused and then smiled genuinely, “Sure.” He took Francis’ hand shyly, tightening his fingers. His cheeks flushed lightly, noticing how warm his hand was.
“Won’t it be boring for you? Just watching me?”, Arthur asked, raising his bottle green eyes to Francis. Even though he was excited to fly, he didn’t want Francis to be bored. He’s never had someone watch him before.
“Of course not! I mean how many people get the opportunity to see an angel fly?” Francis’ smile lit of as Arthur took his hand, and he gently sung it between them as they walked, keeping it in time with their steps. He knew the way to his parent’s home (which was thankfully abandoned for the weekend and far enough away from the public as to hide Arthur) well enough that he barely had to think about it, and he spent most of the walk just staring at Arthur. Looking at the curve of his wings that poked through his shirt, the way his hands fit in his own…
“Besides, Arthur,” he said finally, stopping just outside of the gate of his home. He flicked it open and pulled the both of them inside, taking him out to the back garden. “What else would I do? If you haven’t noticed, I don’t have wings.”
Arthur stared at Francis with fascination, “You’re right..I suppose.” He averted his eyes to the ground, amused with how Francis was swinging their hands. He smiled widely, raising his eyes back to Francis, looking at his long, styled hair and his blue eyes.
He’s already thought this before, but he was truly lucky he was Francis’ guardian angel. And that he’d fallen for Francis, specifically. He blushed deeply and looked away from Francis, to the gate Francis pulled them through, towards a back garden. He could feel his palms grow sweaty, so he gently pulled his hand away, embarrassed.
Francis followed after him silently, watching as he looked around them curiously, seemingly assessing the backyard to see if it was good enough. It was large, and being hidden away by tall hedges, it would be perfect to hide him as long as he didn’t drift too far (something that Francis was honestly just a little worried about, but it’s not like he would just try and escape, right?)
Francis helped him pull off his coat for him, hanging it off of his arm. “Go ahead, Angel, the skies are yours.”
Arthur glanced at him and pressed his lips together. For some reason, he felt nervous. He nodded before he hooked his fingers around the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, revealing his wings. He sighed, relieved that he could stretch his wings.
So, he spread them out and flapped them a few times. He raised his eyes to the sky, wanting to explore it and view down on the city. But, he couldn’t go far.
He exhaled before he pushed off the ground and began to beat his wings, ascending a few feet above the ground and hedges. He could feel the muscles in his wings strain and work as he went higher, before he turned to face Francis, a smile on his lips. After smiling at Francis, he faced back to the sky and beat his wings harder, becoming farther away. He paused, flying in place, and then glanced back at Francis once more.
@Mr-Kirkland: Starter
He hummed noncommittally and led them both down the stairs, smiling at Arthur once he got to the bottom. “Well-” He held out his hand for Arthur to take, wiggling his fingers slightly. “You were going to fly, right?” Francis could barely contain his excitement at the small nod as he closed his fingers around his. “Perfect…perfect. Well why don’t I take you somewhere private, somewhere no one will see you, and I watch you fly, hm?”
Arthur paused and then smiled genuinely, “Sure.” He took Francis’ hand shyly, tightening his fingers. His cheeks flushed lightly, noticing how warm his hand was.
“Won’t it be boring for you? Just watching me?”, Arthur asked, raising his bottle green eyes to Francis. Even though he was excited to fly, he didn’t want Francis to be bored. He’s never had someone watch him before.
“Of course not! I mean how many people get the opportunity to see an angel fly?” Francis’ smile lit of as Arthur took his hand, and he gently sung it between them as they walked, keeping it in time with their steps. He knew the way to his parent’s home (which was thankfully abandoned for the weekend and far enough away from the public as to hide Arthur) well enough that he barely had to think about it, and he spent most of the walk just staring at Arthur. Looking at the curve of his wings that poked through his shirt, the way his hands fit in his own…
“Besides, Arthur,” he said finally, stopping just outside of the gate of his home. He flicked it open and pulled the both of them inside, taking him out to the back garden. “What else would I do? If you haven’t noticed, I don’t have wings.”
Arthur stared at Francis with fascination, “You’re right..I suppose.” He averted his eyes to the ground, amused with how Francis was swinging their hands. He smiled widely, raising his eyes back to Francis, looking at his long, styled hair and his blue eyes.
He’s already thought this before, but he was truly lucky he was Francis’ guardian angel. And that he’d fallen for Francis, specifically. He blushed deeply and looked away from Francis, to the gate Francis pulled them through, towards a back garden. He could feel his palms grow sweaty, so he gently pulled his hand away, embarrassed.
@Mr-Kirkland: Starter
He hummed noncommittally and led them both down the stairs, smiling at Arthur once he got to the bottom. “Well-” He held out his hand for Arthur to take, wiggling his fingers slightly. “You were going to fly, right?” Francis could barely contain his excitement at the small nod as he closed his fingers around his. “Perfect…perfect. Well why don’t I take you somewhere private, somewhere no one will see you, and I watch you fly, hm?”
Arthur paused and then smiled genuinely, “Sure.” He took Francis’ hand shyly, tightening his fingers. His cheeks flushed lightly, noticing how warm his hand was.
“Won’t it be boring for you? Just watching me?”, Arthur asked, raising his bottle green eyes to Francis. Even though he was excited to fly, he didn’t want Francis to be bored. He’s never had someone watch him before.
@Mr-Kirkland: Starter
Francis was soon to follow him in to the living room, a cup of coffee in hand, and one of his brushes in the other. Not that he planned on painting anytime soon. Too distracted, his mind too muddled with thoughts of Arthur. So instead he would just aimlessly twist the brush around, get out his nerves with a little finger work. Maybe then he’d get back whatever inspiration he’d had before and would be able to clear his mind of thoughts of his angel.
Sitting down on the plush chair nearest the couch, he was surprised to see Arthur doing something other than aimlessly walking around his apartment or sleeping. He was reading (although Francis hadn’t even been sure before that he could read, however ridiculous it was for him to believe that), and a romance novel at that; his brow furrowed in concentration as he focused on the page in front of him. Francis couldn’t stop staring as his expression changed periodically each time he turned a page. Lighting up at what had to have been sad bits, and curling in a bit at each sad part. It was fascinating…
Arthur listened to the rustling of the pages as he turned them, enjoying the sound to some extent. He began reading the next page with slight interest, his eyes lowered to the page. He could feel eyes on him, but he ignored it. He exhaled as he slid his legs off the couch and crossed them, propping his elbow up on the armrest and held the book in his lap, his head dipped down to look at the pages.
After only ten more minutes of reading, he grew uncomfortable and restless, so he quietly shut the book and stood. He glanced at Francis before he walked back to the bookcase and slid the book back in it’s place, remembering the page he was on. Then he turned to walk towards the balcony but paused, to turn and look at Francis.
“I think I’m going to go out.”, he said, breaking the silence, his bottle green eyes fixed on the Frenchman.
((sorry D: last night i fell asleep after my shower…))
Francis looked up at Arthur, his paint brush pausing as he slid it across nothing but the edges of floral print on the chair. He stared curiously at him, noticing his resolute stare, and while he wanted nothing more than to tell Arthur no, he simply nodded his head and pushed himself up to stand, leaning against the ouch for balance as he looked back in to Arthur’s eyes. “No problem, Arthur, but…” Smiling just a touch, he pulled two coats from the coat rack near him and threw one in to Arthur’s arms, laughing a bit when the coat flopped over his eyes and he scrambled to pull it on.
“I’ll be coming with you then,” he said, holding his arm out toward Arthur expectantly. “I can’t just let you wander aimlessly along the streets of Paris on your own. Dangerous city it can be.”
Arthur pressed his lips together firmly, lightly clenching his hands by his sides. “Okay.”, he said as he put the coat on. He didn’t mention he already knew every corner of Paris, so he remained silent. He was planning to go out and fly but if Francis wanted to go out with him, it didn’t matter. He could do it later.
“Um, so where to?”, he asked, keeping his eyes on the other.
If Francis noticed Arthur’s slight frustration, he didn’t say anything as he lightly pulled him towards the door with a hand on his arm. He could feel how tense he was, how hesitant he was to go with him, and he sighed. That’s not how he wanted Arthur to feel…especially not when they were just starting to get along. Well, until Francis had to fuck everything up.
He rubbed the bridge of his nose and shook his head. No time to be thinking about himself. Not when he had an angel to make up with.
“You’re the one that was going to go out, hm? Don’t you have some place in mind?”
Arthur forced a small smile, “Well, no. I was just planning to explore a little bit.” The smile on his lips faltered, his eyes averting from Francis to the door. “We can do whatever you want, it’s fine with me.” He returned his eyes to Francis with a smile, “Where would you like to go?”
He didn’t mind as long as it didn’t cost Francis too much money. He didn’t want Francis to spend money on him.
@Mr-Kirkland: Starter
Francis was soon to follow him in to the living room, a cup of coffee in hand, and one of his brushes in the other. Not that he planned on painting anytime soon. Too distracted, his mind too muddled with thoughts of Arthur. So instead he would just aimlessly twist the brush around, get out his nerves with a little finger work. Maybe then he’d get back whatever inspiration he’d had before and would be able to clear his mind of thoughts of his angel.
Sitting down on the plush chair nearest the couch, he was surprised to see Arthur doing something other than aimlessly walking around his apartment or sleeping. He was reading (although Francis hadn’t even been sure before that he could read, however ridiculous it was for him to believe that), and a romance novel at that; his brow furrowed in concentration as he focused on the page in front of him. Francis couldn’t stop staring as his expression changed periodically each time he turned a page. Lighting up at what had to have been sad bits, and curling in a bit at each sad part. It was fascinating…
Arthur listened to the rustling of the pages as he turned them, enjoying the sound to some extent. He began reading the next page with slight interest, his eyes lowered to the page. He could feel eyes on him, but he ignored it. He exhaled as he slid his legs off the couch and crossed them, propping his elbow up on the armrest and held the book in his lap, his head dipped down to look at the pages.
After only ten more minutes of reading, he grew uncomfortable and restless, so he quietly shut the book and stood. He glanced at Francis before he walked back to the bookcase and slid the book back in it’s place, remembering the page he was on. Then he turned to walk towards the balcony but paused, to turn and look at Francis.
“I think I’m going to go out.”, he said, breaking the silence, his bottle green eyes fixed on the Frenchman.
((sorry D: last night i fell asleep after my shower…))
Francis looked up at Arthur, his paint brush pausing as he slid it across nothing but the edges of floral print on the chair. He stared curiously at him, noticing his resolute stare, and while he wanted nothing more than to tell Arthur no, he simply nodded his head and pushed himself up to stand, leaning against the ouch for balance as he looked back in to Arthur’s eyes. “No problem, Arthur, but…” Smiling just a touch, he pulled two coats from the coat rack near him and threw one in to Arthur’s arms, laughing a bit when the coat flopped over his eyes and he scrambled to pull it on.
“I’ll be coming with you then,” he said, holding his arm out toward Arthur expectantly. “I can’t just let you wander aimlessly along the streets of Paris on your own. Dangerous city it can be.”
Arthur pressed his lips together firmly, lightly clenching his hands by his sides. “Okay.”, he said as he put the coat on. He didn’t mention he already knew every corner of Paris, so he remained silent. He was planning to go out and fly but if Francis wanted to go out with him, it didn’t matter. He could do it later.
“Um, so where to?”, he asked, keeping his eyes on the other.
