a/n: here is a series of stories/vignettes of the USUK variety. The title is just something I found to be pretty~. Anyways, these aren't chapters, they're sketches. My English class' definition of 'vignette' was a sketch, meaning it was only like a quick drawing. Anyways, every month or so I might take the time to rewrite some of these. So yeah. Enjoy.
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Inkblots
Sketch 1
Love was complicated, a very complex thing.
Arthur knew this. Alfred knew this, too.
Someone once told them love was simple—and ha, were they wrong.
Because being in love with Alfred wasn't easy.
He was denser than lead, and couldn't read the atmosphere to save his life. Arthur had to do that for him.
He was loud and obnoxious, too.
And yet, he put up with Alfred.
Because being in love with Arthur wasn't easy, either.
Arthur was rude and mean and such a downer. He was also a tea-drinker and couldn't wait to tell Alfred about his faults—sometimes that hurt Alfred because he already knew his faults.
And yet, he put up with Arthur.
Because they both already knew love wasn't simple and whoever told them that was crazier than Gilbert when he was drunk.