ON TOP OF THE WORLD.

Alfred Jones | 22 | NYC | Musician | ♥ ♫ Independent. ♫ OC: loosely based. ♫Selective. Disclaimer.

[mieaple]

These nerds will forever be my favourites. 

rp by @crazyguitarkid & @ihavelawyeringtodo

First half here | Second half here

[crazyguitarkid]

[Arthur shook his head again, turning back to make his tea in place of searching out a tissue.] No- No it's just a little sniff. It's a small cold if anything, nothing to worry about. [He rubbed at his eye as he waited for the tea to steep, almost suddenly remembering to grab milk from the fridge.] I feel fine.

{ Alfred frowned but relented, deciding not to push it much further. }Alright... still, get some rest. You hungry? Dinner'll be ready soon an' I can bring it through to you if you're goin' to bed.

[crazyguitarkid]

[Arthur sniffed, giving a small shake of his head as he moved around Alfred towards the kettle.] Just had a long day, I'll probably turn in early. [He switched the kettle on, looking about for a mug as he spoke before looking over to Alfred with another sniff.] Do you have a tissue on you?

Uh, not on me, no, but there’s a box on the coffee table.

{ There was a small, concerned frown on his lips. }

You sure you’re alright? You ain’t comin’ down with nothin’, are you?

[crazyguitarkid]

[He's come home looking rather dishevelled, more than he'd normally allow, but his eyes are droopy and he sneezes into the scarf he's wrapped tightly around his neck. Normally he'd go and change, but as soon as he's gotten rid of his coat and shoes he just shuffles towards the kitchen, calling out a greeting as he goes.]

{ Alfred was in the kitchen making dinner when Arthur came in. He glanced quickly over his shoulder to call his greeting before doing a double take. } Hey, you awright, darl'? You look a lil' rough.

[crazyguitarkid]

It's your Valentine's gift, silly. [Arthur rolled his eyes, nudging Alfred a little, still expectant.] If you look properly maybe you'll understand.

{ Alfred began to sift through the envelopes, reading the cursive on the front and smiling as he realised what they were. }Aww, Art. These are so sweet! Like, I really like them!{ He pulled out one envelope in particular, with 'open when happy' written on the front, opening it now. }

[crazyguitarkid]

[He'd waited until mid-afternoon, mostly so Alfred wouldn't get the urge to rifle through his gift too soon. But it's soon enough that he puts a rather plain-looking box down in front of his husband, clearly a gift, and simply waits.]

{ Alfred narrowed his eyes a little, brows burrowing in curiosity before he gently shook the box. After a moment, he opened it, peering inside. }What is it?

[crazyguitarkid]

[It's a Sunday morning, which usually means staying in bed and sleeping until late. But Arthur's awake. He had intended to be a good husband and go make Alfred some coffee, but he got a little distracted by just how handsome his husband is.]

{ Well Alfred is fast asleep, so he won't notice. Lips slightly parted as Tony sighs leave him, and hair tousled in a creatively messy way, he is pretty picture perfect in sleep. }

[crazyguitarkid]

[Arthur's eyebrows drew together for a moment, just quietly entertained in confusion.] Well you know, because... Oh, you don't do you. [His expression relaxed again, realisation replacing it. He shrugged, looking back to Alfred.] She does want all of us so it would be odd if I wasn't part of it. But Eile, we fell out a long time ago now, it seems really silly and childish honestly. But we didn't talk for a couple of years. We'd only made up a little while before I met you.

{ Alfred gave a small shake as his head as Arthur continued, eyebrows furrowing a little in interest. }

Oh.

{ His face relaxed a little and he chewed his cheek, mulling over whether he should ask further or not. He decided against it, not wanting to ruin Arthur’s happy mood. }

Well, as long as it’s all good now, right?

[crazyguitarkid]

Uhm, well. [He gave a little chuckle, breathless, not entertained but rather disbelieving if anything.] Eile's engaged. Lochlan proposed yesterday apparently. [He wandered over, perching himself on the arm of the sofa.] That and she wants me and the rest of us to be-- well, in it, I guess. i don't know what the word is. But that's quite... it's nice.

Oh? That’s great! I was wonderin’ if he’d ever get ‘round it it.

{ He laughed before continuing. }

That’s awesome! Why are you so surprised? You are her brother, after all. My brother was one of my groomsmen. When is it? Do I need to save the date?

[crazyguitarkid]

[He's just gotten off the phone after a very long conversation -- long for Arthur that is -- and he's smiling as he goes to put it back in the stand.] Alfred?

Hm?

{ Alfred looked up from the sofa, pausing his game for a moment to give Arthur his attention. }

What’s brought that smile to your face?

[crazyguitarkid]

[It's Saturday morning and Alfred will find, when he wakes up, an Arthur very much attached to him with no intention of letting go. He can't get up with this, whatever shall Alfred do?]

{ Well, unfortunately for Alfred, he has a dead arm and also really needs to go and pee, so he’s going to try and gently pry Arthur’s arms from around him with his good arm without trying to wake him up. }

[therisingstormofdreams]

He said, one day you’ll leave this world behind So live a life you will remember My father told me when I was just a child These are the nights that never die

[crazyguitarkid]

[He's been quite determined to get up, but he was incredibly groggy when he woke and very clearly stumbled when he got out of bed. His head feels like cotton and his throat burns; he's definitely caught Alfred's cold. But he's still going to try.]

-Alfred clearly doesn't notice at first, being half asleep and mumbling his usual "don't get up" excuse before rolling over to look bleary eyed at his husband. His gaze will narrow slightly, examining his husband in his sleepy state, before he'll ask.-You okay?

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