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The artistic piece that Xiang called a clock ticked against the wall with a reverberating chime that seemed to fill the emptiness of the entire apartment, counting each second with what felt like an uncomfortablly long metronome. Since Alfred had come to visit, Xiang couldn’t bring himself to speak much more than “yes,” “no,” and “thank you.” His consciousness weighed down on him like a terribly heavy sack, and its only growing.
His eye uncomfortably pulsates below the bandage and grew worse under the subconscious weight. His mind was full of thoughts that kept him from focusing on virtually anything else, and he found it practically unbearable. Sitting next to Alfred, his head on his shoulder, the sensation eventually becomes too much for him.
“Alfred.” He finally speaks up, yet not turning his head at all towards his partner. His fingers nervously touch each other, and grip at the bottom of his shirt. His mouth feels dry from nerves-- he remembered clearly how Alfred reacted when he told him about his previous injury. Yet, he felt he had to tell him-- he couldn’t take the lump in his chest that persosted more and more everytime he was with him. He drew in a deep breath, and exhaled slowly; his knuckles practically turn white with how hard he was gripping his shirt.
“We... we need to talk. I know who did this. I remember.” He motions to his bandage, yet still refusing to look up at him.
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They're all about ME.
"You only live in my head rent free on very specific days. Your next turn is in December-- I'm looking forward to that one."
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‘You’re my priority, too,’ Kyle says, his voice slightly croaky from the tears. The statement is laughable, really. He says it as if Alfred hasn’t always been his priority. As if for his whole adult life, he hasn’t followed Alfred into every war he’s fought in, or hasn’t always listened to Alfred’s input, his guidance, his perspective on just about everything … Kyle says it as if ever since he met Alfred as a small boy, he hasn’t been completely, unwaveringly, undeniably head-over-heels for him.
Kyle gives Alfred’s hand another squeeze. Still there. Still his.
OzAme; Kyle and Alfred. 🇦🇺 🇺🇸
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☆彡 The taste of black coffee never sat well with Amelia. The terrible bitter taste it left on her tone left her blood curdling and her spine chilling as she forced it down her throat with one hard swallow. It felt like rancid poison slipping down into her stomach, leaving only a trail of a foul aftertaste; she imagined this is what drinking out of a puddle in Time Square must taste like. How Alfred could enjoy this vile terror was beyond her.
“Al, pass me the sugar.” She holds out her hand as she sets the mug down with the other, the look of disgust by the taste in her mouth not at all subtle.
Throughout all of this, her eyes remained trained on a television stationed upon a wall above the stained cabinets, watching the endless ramblings of some poor reporter on CN/N fighting for coherency and relevance. It was muted; it wasn’t like she would be able to hear anything beyond the old and clanking fan that whirred beside them, barely fighting the blistering summer heat under the Nevada sun. Meetings at military bases were never her strong suit, yet it was insisted that she and Alfred tag along to meet those good men and boys that dedicated their golden years to fighting for their country.
“Oh, look, the president’s hopping on air force one again.” She comments, particularly bemused. “Wonder if he’s coming to join us. It’d be nice to have an intellectual conversation around here for once.” There was a certain sting she intened to inflict with her last comment.
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Being outside in the American wilderness is always a wonderfully strange experience. To Kyle, exploring nature in Australia is comforting and familiar--a welcome, safe endeavour, as if he were spending time in his own backyard. While in a different country, however, Kyle can’t help but feel a little out of place in the best way possible. His love for nature remains, but unlike in his homeland, that sense of familiarity is gone. Instead, it’s replaced with curious wonder, and the thrill of uncertainty and untapped adventure. The trees whisper in an unknown language and the earth hums at a different frequency. It’s uncanny but interesting. Kyle feels like he could happily spend weeks on end getting lost in these woods, trying to get to know them as intimately as possible ...
Kyle’s broken from his little reverie as the representative of these forests unknowingly steps into his camera’s view. Rather than letting Alfred know, Kyle takes the opportunity to snap a candid shot of the man handling something in their campsite, the beautiful trees serving as a backdrop to the scene.
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Matt wasn’t sure why exactly Alfred asked him to meet in a coffee shop when he offered to pick him up from the airport himself... but honestly there were some strange fucking mysteries that he just couldn’t crack this guy. And he picked one in buttfuck nowhere, suburban Vancouver too?! But Matt’s hosting, he can’t say no if this is really what Alfred wants- so this is the reality of it all.
His phone, at 2%, finally directs him to the correct place, and he stops to look at the shop with a dumbfounded expression. Why. And as he’s about to call the other to chew him out for picking this place of all places, he looks through the glass and sees Alfred sitting there, looking like he just got some bad news. Or is about to give him some bad news. Or something.
He hadn’t been spotted quite yet, and goes to take a picture of this scene on Snapchat. He swipes to make it black and white, and captions it “when will my husband return from war”, draws a small blue teardrop on Alfred’s face, and -click- sends it. He waits to see if Alfred pulls his phone out or not before breaking his daydream.
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Mathias sits in the rental car, hooking his phone up to the Bluetooth before driving back to D.C. to go and crash at Alvin and Eve’s where a nice, home cooked meal awaited him.
Bless them.
“Hey.” He sounds downright exhausted. “Not...great? She hates my guts, so that’s something. But. I have some really good news for you.” He steals a glance to the file folder sitting on the passenger seat before looking back to the road, hunting for signs that said I-95 Northbound towards Richmond. “She signed the papers. I have them on my person. I can file them when I’m here, or rather, have your lawyer do so, if you want me to. I’ll get a couple legal copies made. But... Alfred, she needs some serious, serious help. I....that was something.” He lets out a small breath. “But it’s done. You’re free. We’ll chat more when I get back to Copenhagen, though. Are you holding up okay?”
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@singingfreedom replied to your post: are you a big spoon or little spoon?
This is exactly what I mean about your English.
Excuse me? I know what a spoon is, Alfred. I am not one.
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@singingfreedom con’t from here because Tumblr read mores are broken and it’s annoying me
Xiang frowns at Alfred’s reluctance to simply hand him the roses. He always was stubborn, annoyingly so, and this feeling of being forced to open up only left a bitter taste in his mouth. Of course, no matter how much he wanted the flowers, telling the truth would only lead to an even worse outcome.
He flinches as Alfred touches him, and immediately felt quite embarrassed by the meek reaction-- yet another sign of his own weakness.
“I-It was just an altercation... I-I mean, it wasn’t serious... I just...” His min scrambled again, and he cursed himself for seemingly being unable to respond in a calm manner. The whole situation left him feeling flustered, embarrassed-- he must have seemed so childish to Alfred. He attempts to take a moment to breath in slowly, attempting to allow his tensing and rigid body to relax. He takes a moment to himself before he even attempts to speak again.
“...I’m fine, Alfred.” He manages, with a forced steady voice as he looks away to the wall once again. “I can handle this myself. I can... protect myself. If I managed to only walk away with this, then that should be proof enough...” Perhaps now he was speaking more to himself than to Alfred, his eye narrowing as he focuses on the walls.
He now speaks low, his voice just barely audible as it comes in the form of muttering. “No ally of China can ever sway me... but especially not Russia--...” He pauses and stops, realizing he wasn’t thinking as he spoke. He keeps his head down, only praying that Alfred was too preoccupied to hear.
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Hikaru's #4 is ME.
"Close... but it is not you."
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When Alfred makes his first physical move with Ruth, Kyle’s heartbeat quickens, and it beats faster still when Alfred smiles at him with that smile. His face feels hot and his head’s pleasantly light, but Kyle dismisses those reactions to being tipsy. It has to be the alcohol–he hasn’t felt this flustered by a sexual encounter in decades.
Moodboard for me and @singingfreedom ‘s ‘Young and Dumb’ alternate timeline, where Kyle and Alfred have their first intimate encounter during their celebrations for the end of the Second World War.
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[iMessage] not this time but ill let u kno if one comes up
[iMessage] open ur front door 🔫
[iMessage] unrelated can i have a look at ur housekey for a sec when u get here
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i follow you bc iman is crazy and also the aesthetic is on POINT
I FOLLOW YOU BECAUSE... / ACCEPTING / @singingfreedom
you know what that’s valid iman is definitely kinda feral but in all seriousness, i’m super glad to hear that!! i’m always happy to hear that people find her entertaining, since i always worry if it’s too much ;; and i’m also happy you like this blog’s aesthetics! i try to give each of my blogs their own individual details/look and iman’s is honestly the one i’m most proud of. so thank u ilu <3
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Thomas had heard rumors of a vampire claiming a couple of blocks somewhere in the city, and it’s time for somebody to put him in his place. He can already tell he’s close when he smells an unfamiliar vampire, and he slows his pace to a normal walking speed when he enters the supposedly “claimed” area with a small smirk.
Now all he has to do is wait.
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