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Arthur let you off work early to start making supper. You asked him if he had any requests for the meal; he shook his head and told you to surprise him. As you prepared the meal, Arthur took of his lab coat and climbed upstairs. Sneaking past you, he went into his room and rifled through his closet, trying to find something decent to wear.
"What are you doing, old chap?" called Jack from the previously broken mirror.
"It's none of your concern." snapped Arthur.
"It's something for ______, isn't it?"
When Arthur didn't answer, his anathema giggled, "Oh, I knew it! So, are you going to ask her that question you told me about?"
"No! We're just having dinner."
"Well, you're certainly not going dressed like that." pouted Jack.
Arthur ignored him and pulled out a nice suit with a red neck tie. He set it on the bed and went into the bathroom to clean himself up, making sure that he brought his robe with him this time. After he finished, he put the suit on and examined his appearance in the looking glass.
"Hmm...not bad." he muttered to himself, smiling.
"Not bad indeed, old chap." Jack agreed, his own image replacing Arthur's reflection, "But I wonder; what will ______ wear?"
Arthur frowned and raised one of his large eyebrows, thinking. His doppelganger presented him with legitament question. He sat down on the edge of his bed, pondering the question before finally getting an idea. He leaped off the bed and dove beneath it. Pulling with all his might, Arthur retrieved a large trunk from under his bed. He flipped the lid of the dusty trunk open and peered inside. He let out a sigh of relief, it was still just as he left it. Arthur lifted an elegant (f/c) gown out of the trunk. He smiled softly, his emerald eyes clouded over as he submerged himself in his memories. He snapped back into reality only when he heard you call his name from the dining room. He closed the trunk and left his room, taking the dress with him. You heard him approaching you and turned to face him, brushing a few silver strands away from your face. Your eyes flickered down to the dress.
"What's this?"
"It's a dress that used to belong to my younger sister, Amelia." Arthur replied, "Seeing as you haven't got anything nice to wear for supper, I thought you could use it. N-not that I don't think you look nice now! I-I just thought you'd like to wear something else for dinner. I-if you don't want to wear it, that's fine with m-"
Tired of his rambling, you placed a kiss on his cheek, silencing him, and timidly took the dress from him. Arthur placed a hand over the area of his cheek where your lips met his warm skin, blushing lightly. You smiled and walked over to his bathroom. You slipped into the gown and fixed your hair, pausing for a moment to glance at your reflection. You inhaled and opened the door, calling for Arthur. He pivoted to face you and gasped.
You frowned, "What? Do I look bad?"
"No, not at all," he said, smiling, "you look beautiful."
You returned the smile and Arthur escorted you to the table. He insisted that he serve dinner so your new dress wouldn't get dirty. After dishing out the food, Arthur sat down in his own seat and took a spoon full of the stew.
"______, this is amazing!" he exclaimed, "Where did you learn to cook like that?"
"My father taught me." you blushed, "In my family, the (first, second, third, etc.) born child takes care of their parents when they get older. My parents are still young enough to take care of themselves, so I came to London, and then I met you. It'll be hard for me to go back when the time comes."
"I see." Arthur said.
The two of you continued eating, but the silence was beginning to irritate you; you thought Arthur would discuss what would be done if Jack the Ripper knew of your whereabouts. Through half-closed eyes, you glanced back at the painting on the wall of Arthur and the young woman.
"Arthur, who's the girl in the portrait?"
"Which one, love?"
"The one with you sitting in the large chair." you replied, trying not to point, "She's standing behind you, resting her arms on the back of the chair."
Arthur smiled softly; he knew exactly which portrait you were referring to, "That's Amelia."
"Are you two really related?"
"Not really, I found her as a child while I was on a holiday in America. She told me that she didn't have a family, so I took her under my wing." Arthur chuckled at the memory, "She was quite a handful at times; always going on about how man could get to the moon one day, I just thought that she'd read too many Jules Verne books. Because of my work, I wasn't always there for her, but whenever I had time off, I always spent as much time as I could with her."
He paused and his warm smile vanished, "As she grew older, Amelia developed a desire to leave our home, see the world and be free to do whatever she pleased. I scoffed at her and told her that she wouldn't last long on her own. We got into a heated argument; it felt like I was at war with her, I said so many vile things that I didn't truly mean. She seemed taken aback and walked out with only a few things of hers in a bag. I thought nothing of it at the time, I figured she was just frustrated and would come back in the morning after we'd both calmed down, but when I woke up the next morning, she was still gone."
Arthur's green eyes were glossy with tears, but he refused to let them stream down his cheek; he didn't want you to see him as a weakling.
"Arthur, I...I'm so sorry. I didn't know."
"It's not your fault." he said reassuringly as he regained his composure.
You glanced at the portrait again before looking back at Arthur, "Is that why you didn't want to hire me at first and why you had a hard time talking to me?"
He nodded slightly, hunching over, "I was afraid that the past would repeat itself if I said the wrong thing to you. I...I didn't want to hurt you like I hurt Amelia."
You blushed, you had know idea that he cared that much about you. You got up from your seat and walked over to him, pulling him into a warm embrace. Arthur's eyes widened in surprise, but he hugged you back. You leaned in close to his ear and spoke softly.
"Nothing you say could hurt me or drive me away."
"What are you doing, old chap?" called Jack from the previously broken mirror.
"It's none of your concern." snapped Arthur.
"It's something for ______, isn't it?"
When Arthur didn't answer, his anathema giggled, "Oh, I knew it! So, are you going to ask her that question you told me about?"
"No! We're just having dinner."
"Well, you're certainly not going dressed like that." pouted Jack.
Arthur ignored him and pulled out a nice suit with a red neck tie. He set it on the bed and went into the bathroom to clean himself up, making sure that he brought his robe with him this time. After he finished, he put the suit on and examined his appearance in the looking glass.
"Hmm...not bad." he muttered to himself, smiling.
"Not bad indeed, old chap." Jack agreed, his own image replacing Arthur's reflection, "But I wonder; what will ______ wear?"
Arthur frowned and raised one of his large eyebrows, thinking. His doppelganger presented him with legitament question. He sat down on the edge of his bed, pondering the question before finally getting an idea. He leaped off the bed and dove beneath it. Pulling with all his might, Arthur retrieved a large trunk from under his bed. He flipped the lid of the dusty trunk open and peered inside. He let out a sigh of relief, it was still just as he left it. Arthur lifted an elegant (f/c) gown out of the trunk. He smiled softly, his emerald eyes clouded over as he submerged himself in his memories. He snapped back into reality only when he heard you call his name from the dining room. He closed the trunk and left his room, taking the dress with him. You heard him approaching you and turned to face him, brushing a few silver strands away from your face. Your eyes flickered down to the dress.
"What's this?"
"It's a dress that used to belong to my younger sister, Amelia." Arthur replied, "Seeing as you haven't got anything nice to wear for supper, I thought you could use it. N-not that I don't think you look nice now! I-I just thought you'd like to wear something else for dinner. I-if you don't want to wear it, that's fine with m-"
Tired of his rambling, you placed a kiss on his cheek, silencing him, and timidly took the dress from him. Arthur placed a hand over the area of his cheek where your lips met his warm skin, blushing lightly. You smiled and walked over to his bathroom. You slipped into the gown and fixed your hair, pausing for a moment to glance at your reflection. You inhaled and opened the door, calling for Arthur. He pivoted to face you and gasped.
You frowned, "What? Do I look bad?"
"No, not at all," he said, smiling, "you look beautiful."
You returned the smile and Arthur escorted you to the table. He insisted that he serve dinner so your new dress wouldn't get dirty. After dishing out the food, Arthur sat down in his own seat and took a spoon full of the stew.
"______, this is amazing!" he exclaimed, "Where did you learn to cook like that?"
"My father taught me." you blushed, "In my family, the (first, second, third, etc.) born child takes care of their parents when they get older. My parents are still young enough to take care of themselves, so I came to London, and then I met you. It'll be hard for me to go back when the time comes."
"I see." Arthur said.
The two of you continued eating, but the silence was beginning to irritate you; you thought Arthur would discuss what would be done if Jack the Ripper knew of your whereabouts. Through half-closed eyes, you glanced back at the painting on the wall of Arthur and the young woman.
"Arthur, who's the girl in the portrait?"
"Which one, love?"
"The one with you sitting in the large chair." you replied, trying not to point, "She's standing behind you, resting her arms on the back of the chair."
Arthur smiled softly; he knew exactly which portrait you were referring to, "That's Amelia."
"Are you two really related?"
"Not really, I found her as a child while I was on a holiday in America. She told me that she didn't have a family, so I took her under my wing." Arthur chuckled at the memory, "She was quite a handful at times; always going on about how man could get to the moon one day, I just thought that she'd read too many Jules Verne books. Because of my work, I wasn't always there for her, but whenever I had time off, I always spent as much time as I could with her."
He paused and his warm smile vanished, "As she grew older, Amelia developed a desire to leave our home, see the world and be free to do whatever she pleased. I scoffed at her and told her that she wouldn't last long on her own. We got into a heated argument; it felt like I was at war with her, I said so many vile things that I didn't truly mean. She seemed taken aback and walked out with only a few things of hers in a bag. I thought nothing of it at the time, I figured she was just frustrated and would come back in the morning after we'd both calmed down, but when I woke up the next morning, she was still gone."
Arthur's green eyes were glossy with tears, but he refused to let them stream down his cheek; he didn't want you to see him as a weakling.
"Arthur, I...I'm so sorry. I didn't know."
"It's not your fault." he said reassuringly as he regained his composure.
You glanced at the portrait again before looking back at Arthur, "Is that why you didn't want to hire me at first and why you had a hard time talking to me?"
He nodded slightly, hunching over, "I was afraid that the past would repeat itself if I said the wrong thing to you. I...I didn't want to hurt you like I hurt Amelia."
You blushed, you had know idea that he cared that much about you. You got up from your seat and walked over to him, pulling him into a warm embrace. Arthur's eyes widened in surprise, but he hugged you back. You leaned in close to his ear and spoke softly.
"Nothing you say could hurt me or drive me away."
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This is very good! One of the best story I found. R u going to continue? It's very good!