Gilligans eyes - from Gilligans Island. A character who is completely naive and innocent - only seeing the best in someone,

Listen to Biffy Clyro, Many of Horror


Arthur arrived home after a long hard day at work, and Francis wasn't there this time. That was just as well, because he'd had a rough day, and nobody was listening to a word he said, that sometimes happened and when it did it really got him wound up. He sat with a glass of whiskey just contemplating the day… wishing it had never happened. What had annoyed him the most was that during the world meeting Francis has sided with Gilbert and Antonio all the way through and never with him, even though they were married and shared a life together, it was as though Francis was deliberately winding him up. Of course he wouldn't' really do that…or would he? Arthur began to wonder if he would, and if he was cheating on him with Gilbert, after all they spent most of the day in each others company and made him feel excluded. It hurt him inside, and that's why he needed a drink. He couldn't bear the thought that Francis would cheat on him, he just wouldn't… but then before they were married the Frenchman did have a reputation, one of being sexually promiscuous. He drank his wine and slowly sank into a world of sadness, and his deep seated insecurities that didn't want to be drowned out this time. Why was he thinking such awful thoughts? Francis would never cheat on him… Francis loved him… Francis… cared for him. Then why was it so hurtful to see him with Gilbert, flirting and talking and practically ignoring him?

Francis returned home a few minutes after and threw his jacket on the sofa, wafting past England and completely ignoring him again whilst he went into the kitchen to fix some food for himself.

"I don't suppose you're going to cook anything for me?" Arthur asked. He got no response. "Francis… I said … I don't suppose you're going to…" he muttered. Francis kept ignoring him and got on with it. Arthur was consumed with anger, he just hated being ignored, so he threw the glass down on the floor and grabbed Francis' arm, pulling him round.

"Why the silent treatment? What is this for? What am I supposed to have done this time?"

"Don't grab me like that!" Francis growled "I see what you've been up to all this time, and I don't like it, now my eyes have been opened to your abusive behaviour…and this just proves it doesn't it?"

"What abusive behaviour? What are you talking about?" Arthur asked appalled that he would even think such a thing. "I haven't done anything!" He exclaimed as Francis set about cooking some food again.

"I must have been blind to it, but Gilbert opened my eyes… oh yes Arthur… you are abusive, you're angry, self centred, always want everything your way." He replied. "He encouraged me to leave you and you know something… I think he's right… I think you are abusive…and I should have seen it long before now."

"W…what exactly did he say about me… that made you think th…this?" Arthur uttered, hardly able to speak because of the anger and the hurt that was coursing through his body.

Francis stopped what he was doing. He could see Arthur was angry and it only made him angry in return. "Whenever there's a problem in our relationship I get the blame." Francis replied. "I can't say anything but you have to be upset and hurt all the time… and when you lash out, who gets it? Hmm? I do… he just opened my eyes to it that's all."

"When..? When have I ever raised a hand to you?" Arthur uttered "We were enemies once… a long time ago… but you tell me when have I raised a hand to you since we got married? Since we made that pact of …trust…?"

"I see the threat of it every day in your mood and attitude…" Francis replied "So tomorrow our marriage is over… I'm going to leave… I've had enough of the moods and the yelling and… the drinking… Gilbert has at least made me see the truth. I don't know what I'm doing with you."

"What… exactly … did… he … say…?" Arthur uttered as he tried to speak coherently and not yell.

"He said I was a fool for being with you. That I deserved better in life… that one day you'd beat me up or kill me… and I realised… that he was right. One day you will… and don't stand there and look all innocent, because you know its true."

"And…. You believed him…" Arthur tried to say without sobbing, but he couldn't and let out a deep sob and put his hand to his mouth, trying to stop the tears that wanted to come.

"Don't think that crying is going to do anything…" Francis said, still angry "You use that to get what you want. Its fake… all of it…"

"No Francis… I know you love me… you… you're all about love…" Arthur said "I refuse to see any badness in you at all… there is no evil in you. You love me…"

"Oh please…" Francis uttered and went back to trying to cook.

"Francis how can you…?" Arthur began and raised a hand to just touch him or something. Francis took it completely the wrong way and grabbed his arm, pulling him round and pushing him away. Arthur wasn't going to do anything, but Francis didn't know that. He fell into some crockery and things that were on the table. Shaking his head he got up again and turned around this time angry with him, Arthur lashed out and slapped him across the face, then realised what he'd done. Wide eyed he took a few steps back and then forward to try to help Francis who had fallen on to the worktop and hit his head.

"I didn't mean…" He started to say, but Francis roared out, anger flashed in his eyes and he pushed Arthur so hard right into the wall then punched his stomach, winding him. Arthur doubled up in pain and went down groaning. Francis stood there and wiped some blood from his mouth. "I can give as good as I get, I'm not just someone you can abuse you know…"

That made Arthur really mad. As far as he knew he wasn't abusing him, he loved him, and couldn't understand what had made Francis think this way.

"You bloody frog!" He screamed and kicked him in the shins. That was painful, Francis cried out and fell to the floor in pain where Arthur then punched him in the face, and down he went. "Aaargh that hurt!" he cried "You're a bastard!" He cried "Gilbert was right about you…!"

"And you didn't punch me in the stomach either did you frog?" Roared Arthur as he pounced on top of him, trying to punch him or hurt him anywhere he could, and Francis was doing the same till they were rolling around on the floor fighting. Eventually Arthur got hold of both Francis' wrists and held them above his head.

"Stop!" he cried "I love you…" He uttered, and there was a softer look in his eyes, and when Francis looked into them he realised he had been so stupid, of course Arthur loved him… he'd just been so taken in by the things Gilbert and the others had said that he forgot how deeply he cared. Arthur then gently kissed his lips, hoping that Francis would snap out of this state of mind and realise that he did love him after all, that he never wanted to hurt him.

Francis resisted at first but then they melted into a deep kiss and stopped fighting. Instead Francis embraced him, even though now they both had terrible bruises that would show up in the morning no doubt, and they were hurting all over.

"It's you and me till the end of time Francis… " Arthur uttered with hope and love in his eyes. "I love you and you love me…"

"Yes…" Francis replied as tears started to roll down his cheeks. "I've been so stupid… I should never have listened to him…" He whispered as he held Arthur tight. "It's just that I have felt so insecure… because you work so hard and I thought that you were ignoring me… and that I had to do everything by myself."

Arthur let him sit up and then helped him to his feet. "That was unintentional… I didn't' realise you were struggling…" He mumbled. "How can I put this right?"

"It's not your fault…" Francis replied tearfully. "I just needed you and you were never there, always out at your clubs and with America… and never with me… "

"I … didn't realise…" Arthur replied. "You never said anything…"

"What good would it have done? You never listen to me… you just go off and do your thing… and never mind that I cooked you a nice meal or bought tickets to a show or… wanted to talk… I meant nothing to you."

"You mean the world to me…" Arthur replied, now crying just as much. "Don't you ever think I would hurt you.. I promise, and don't listen to what anyone says about me… "

Francis smiled through his tears and gulped. In the morning we'll both have bruises, so I think that promise is defunct. He said with a little chuckle. "Can you forgive me Arthur?" He asked.

"Always… if you forgive me too…" He replied. With a sigh he took Francis in his arms and kissed him, wishing to God they hadn't fought at all that night. "I love you." He uttered.

"Je t'aime…" Francis replied also regretting the nights events.