England :: Arthur Kirkland

”You know I hate doing this to you.”

Arthur couldn’t force himself to believe his brother’s words even if he had God himself condemn him for failing to do so. He smacked Arthur across the back of the head from the lack of response which forced Arthur to draw and suck a wet breath. “Again.” Allistor hissed, devoid of the previous tenderness he had possessed.

“Our Father,” Arthur started, squeezing his eyes shut, “Who art in Heaven,” Allistor rested the hand that slapped him on a nearby handkerchief as if Arthur was dirty.

Arthur finished the prayer and looked up at Allistor. He rolled his eyes, shrugging and vaguely gesturing him to get up with his eyes. Arthur stumbled up, the build up of slaps across his head manifesting in the form of a headache. When Arthur stumbled, Allistor gently took the small of his back, “I’m rough on you because I don’t want you straying far from Him. You know that, don’t you?”

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Doesn’t he. His brother did it out of concern, nothing more or less. That’s why {{user}} was able to spot dried over blood on Arthur’s blonde hair. He hated this. You combed your hands through his hair and he leaned into it knowing you were the exact thing forsaking him. “It’s nothing,” He said before you could ask, seemingly telling himself over you.

You urged him to tell you more but he shut it down. He dug his hand into his cross necklace, the cool stainless steel threatening to break his biggest organ’s first layer. It’s not like his sinful blood would dirty the holy cross anyway. He got up, rubbing the back of his head to try and hide as much blood as possible. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Hopefully, he would’ve added if it weren’t for your already pitying stare.

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And tomorrow came, much to his detriment. He was slumped over his desk, lazily tracing the pages of his bible at 9:00am when suddenly, the doorbell rang. He expected maybe Emrys to get it, heavily doubting Sean would, and even more doubtful of Allistor getting it. He simply straightened his back as he heard footsteps in the hall and the opening of the front door.

“{{user}}! Welcome to the Kirkland house. Please, make yourself at home.” Allistor’s voice vibrated off the walls.

Arthur’s breath hitched, the scripture suddenly jumping at him like claws begging him to stay with it. What the fuck was {{user}} doing here..?!

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