In the course of Time. Black Out -
Title: In the course of Time.
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Characters: Arthur Kirkland (UK), Antonio Fernandez Carriedo (Sp) + hints Francis Bonnefoy (Fr) and Alfred F. Jones (USA)
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Genre: Introspective, melancholy
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Rating: Green
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Warnings: Shonen-ai, One shot
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Word count: 1102 -
Notes: One shot obtained from the post of one of my role Spuk.
During his years, he had taken for granted many things.
Over the centuries it was believed, with more assurance that there would be things in his life that would never change.
From the first step, the first breath, he learned that the most trivial things were the only ones to / remain /.
From the first blow he had received from that fawn boy just older than him, from the first puff of hair, the first broken bone, while defending what he felt like he could be part of if. The first sentence spat with hatred against the man who insisted on being called father, when he used it only when it suited him.
When he was, perhaps, understood what it meant to hate.
Learn the art of the sword, then the firearm. The intrigues of political struggles, the power for the fratricide. All this would remain.
When the innocence of bygone days to cross the forests with the hare had left / too / soon vanished, giving way only to thirst for power and blood, when death came as an ominous shadow was mirrored in its eyes. Those green eyes are too pure to be guilty of those sins that were slowly accumulating in his slender fingers. He had learned
Arthur, who would soon stop believing that they can live in / harmony / with someone else but himself, or the pretty translucent beings who came occasionally to visit him.
It was this thought that, while I distinctly heard his voice, trappassargli the eardrum burst powerfully in his head, gently spread through his body, impregnating the fibers.
an echo of his memories are mixed with unusual ease than he was remembering the words to Iberian, where he plugged the holes, connected and sewn, small flare of the world that Grim had brought with him . He had hoped, far from certain aspects of his gaze, reminiscent of that portentous quell'affluire to regain his smile when he least expected it.
And then she saw him, leaves sprout from that joyful shouting incomprehensible words to him at the time, those slender arms that the time had embraced with force, flooding it with a tenderness that ever / never / had tried, found on the skin. His first blush.
The first hint of embarrassment in its existence. In closing his eyes, still trying, digging lunge, resuming ties cut, while the warm and close as soon as the firm that mass cm hopping from one tree to another was transformed into the outlet hot and powerful man who was cuddling, claiming her, claiming that he had earned the privileges through time, / millennia /, sometimes in the discreet manner so as to be silent even to himself.
find it in those golden years, face to face as they vied for a role that was just yet another form. Find it in the mud that for the first time mingled with her tears on the day of the damn Independence, where he finally learned what was perhaps true that his beliefs.
Everything would have gone sooner or later.
In the silence of Time, in the heart had choked her memory with others far more painful than when he threw himself into the arms of the Frenchman who nonetheless continued to be a part of him, even though he had betrayed the promise. And he had learned that early promise as yes and no when they exchanged half a century was in some ways persisted through time, in finding / still /, his smile. How
gradually, without even realizing they had approached time, even he could explain it. How he felt complete, in adhering to his body, uniting the breaths. How all the loneliness that had permeated his mind suddenly vanished, leaving only an empty happy, which made him float in the air for a few moments, lost.
"To fall in love."
was tender, he was sure. When the contract was not already had more memory. And it was in its inability to know how to love, the other had just found the holds to make him discover the world that sometimes grazed closer cross-Channel and overseas.
In the tight grip of his throat, and felt the tears down copious though shrouded in complete silence, he felt his heart overflow of a feeling that would be easily recognized as "bliss".
water on his clothes, the drops of the fountain in the park doorstep are mixed with the sweat of its forces, in those moments of total estrangement from what he could consider his mental state perennially troubled by concerns that were not his. The laughter of joy that had replaced those of scorn, while he understood.
He understood what he was really stuck.
of how he was the senseless exception to that rule that was imposed. Of his caresses, his stupid phrases, those little touches that had reserved. On seeing him walk, to test the shape and redraw lines to imagine when he was away.
capacitive where to find that constant joy, that strength, with the warmth that radiated power, which extended to him as a flashback, the fireworks that had lit up the white point in life. When a fire had been blazing hell in his chest, that looked remarkably hell to heaven.
A gesture, a kiss, he knew his weaknesses, he knew and did not know at the same time, a sign of when they still had the opportunity to discover one another. And as in a dream, when he had seen through the mirror of tears that had blurred vision as at that moment, when he said how she loved him. How much she loved him more than anything he had loved in the world.
Its green buds was very similar and they were so different from his, the lips that licked his skin, the hint that the brushing against them would cause a terrible earthquake, ice and fire, the warmth that seemed to welcome those nell'imbrunire days that he would never forget.
One kind word, a smile more, a cup of tea left on the table while they ate something far more tasty. The spicy aftertaste, which sometimes tasted like citrus fruits, they eat for months and which had been deprived for too long. In
note As all of this, / all / it's absolutely essential that he shook his grip.
At that moment, he realized what had really needed him, and stifled the reproaches against his shoulder, the brain completely haywire.
At that moment, he realized that he could not help but love him.
francucha : Let's raise our glass of Abrau Durso for what you get from life what you want. 
