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“francis… i’m scared.”
francis rolled over, meeting eyes with his long time lover—no matter what the other says.
“and why would that be, mon amour? things have been going rather smoothly…” his eyes scan over his partner’s face, taking in his blonde hair glistening under the moonlight, his deep green eyes catching the same, bare chest smooth and soft, even with the little love marks.
“what if… what if one day everything just goes wrong? and i lose you—lose us—forever?” the englishman fiddles a piece of his own hair, looking off somewhere as he thinks.
“you’re too laid back. you’re too unprepared, unprotected. many times have you almost completely died out…”
“yet, i’m still here, non? arthur, mon cherie—“
“no, francis!” arthur cut in, tensing his shoulders, eyes narrowing in concentration.
“you never listen! you worry me so goddamn much that sometimes i can barely sleep! all you do is just drink, eat and… and just have sex with everyone who looks your way…” he rambles, turning away from the man he thought he could trust.
“…you didn’t really want to open our relationship, did you? then why agree to me, arthur? you’re never one to not speak your mind…” the frenchman placed a hand on the person in bed with him, who only huffs and shakes off his gesture.
“you’re hopeless…” francis sighs, looking away from the other male.
“i’m hopeless?” arthur retorts,
“you’re the one always boozing! always complaining that i’m not giving you enough, that i’m not doing enough for you, when you’re only always demanding more, more, more!” he sat up, pounding his fist against the blanket to emphasize his words.
“me?!” francis sat up as well,
“you were the one bitching that wasn’t with you enough! you’re the one always buried in your works anyway, so i have to be constantly demanding you for my attention so you can do so much as look at me!” the long haired man yelled back, blue eyes shining with frustration.
“oh, that’s rich. demanding me for attention when you have pitiful whores to do that for you? tell me more fables, dear.”
“fables?!”
the two argued on and on, back to back insults that overlapped each other in a way to try and get one’s point across. it never worked.
“you’re an attention seeking whore yourself!”
“you never have time for me!”
“your decorum is complete shite!”
“you’re selfish and arrogant!
“i can’t stand you, you arrogant prick!”
“i can’t stand you, you arrogant prick!”
they both shouted in unison, seemingly the only thing they could agree on. they both suddenly laid back down, facing opposite directions.
silence stretched awkwardly between them.
it kept on going.
“… we do this almost every night.” arthur spoke up.
“… i know.”
“why, then? why do we trap ourselves in a never ending loop of misery?” the englishman said, more to himself than to the man beside him.
“… because we can’t bear the thought of leaving one another.” francis, for once, was quiet after speaking. his golden hair cascaded down the pillow in a way that it always would—breathtaking.
breathtaking. arthur remembers when he first held his hand, first kissed him, first made love with him.
it was all breathtaking.
everything about him, was breathtaking.
“… you’re right.” the shorter blonde rolled over, facing the taller blonde.
“i can’t bear the thought of never being with you. of sleeping in separate beds. of never making love to you ever again…” arthur reaches out, and keeps his hand inches away from francis, symbolizing how desperate he is to bridge the gap between them.
the frenchman looks over his shoulder, eyes gleaming with unshed tears. arthur is stunned for a moment. francis was always one to be dramatic… but this felt real. too real.
in one swift movement, arthur is cradling francis. holding his back to his chest, arms wrapped around the sobbing man, the cradled man’s chest hair tickling his forearms.
“we’ll just never have to part,” arthur whispers, burying his face into the other man’s silk soft hair, breathing in his scent of roses and wine.
“… i guess not, mon seul…” francis allowed himself to be held, closing his eyes in peace.
to them both, the other was truly breathtaking.