p style="text-align: left;"strongHolaaa, welcome to chapter 2 :D/strong/p
p style="text-align: left;"strongThis time it's Arthurs POV! Which means - /strongemItalics = strongArthurs thoughts/strong/em/p
p style="text-align: left;"strongbold = sound effects :3/strong/p
p style="text-align: left;"strongEnjoy~/strong/p
p style="text-align: center;"emMy fair lady~!/em/p
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p style="text-align: left;"emBloody fucking hell... my head is killing me! /emArthur groaned in pain as he spread his ivory wings wide, inspecting them for any injuries./p
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p style="text-align: left;"He froze in fear and held his breath. emWhot? Someone is here? This place is deserted though! /emA figure emerged from behind what seemed to be ruins of an old semi-detached house. The stranger had straw blonde hair and sky blue eyes that seemed to be full of surprise and curiosity. He had a dark green rucksack slung over one shoulder and had the most blinding smile that seemed to be very close to cracking his whole face in half./p
p style="text-align: center;"-2 hours later-/p
p style="text-align: left;"emHow did I end up here? /emArthur sat around a roaring fire wrapped in the strangers bomber jacket that was surprisingly warm. The grey sky had turned completely black now with the turn of night. The stranger had told Arthur his name was Alfred-F-Jones and that he was from a place called America and was visiting this place for a research project. Arthur noted that Alfred didn't have wings unlike Arthur, emweird. /em"Hope you're hungry, I know I sure am! Also ya mind I ask ya some questions about ya-self yeh?" Arthur jumped at the sound of Alfred talking. "It's yourself emnot/em ya-self, seriously learn English!" Arthur scowled./p
p style="text-align: left;""For an angel ya sure are grouchy Artie!" Alfred chuckled, coming round to sit next to Arthur on the dirty floor./p
p style="text-align: left;""Angel? Whot are you on about?" Arthur An angel? That's ludicrous I am the same as him, save for the wings./em/p
p style="text-align: left;""Ya! You're obvs' one Artie, I mean ya have this cool glow boutcha and don't forget the wings!" Alfred said childishly./p
p style="text-align: left;""I am just like you! You wanker!" replied Arthur, emthis is absolute rubbish./em/p
p style="text-align: left;""Sure sure Artie" Alfred grinned, "well at least answer one question for me ok? So what is an angel like you doing here! This place is broken and in ruins!"/p
p style="text-align: left;""I'm not sure..." mumbled Arthur/p
p style="text-align: left;""Ehhh that sucks! Wontcha tell me anything Artie! I mean it sounds like you are from around here, the accent and everything goes" Alfred pouts./p
p style="text-align: left;"Arthur pulls his knees into his stomach and pulls his wings to shelter his face from Alfreds questioning gaze. Without Arthur realizing, Alfred crawled over to Arthur and pealed his wings from his masking his face./p
p style="text-align: left;""I'm sorry Artie for making ya feel bad! I don't mind honestly, maybe we can help each other!" Alfred smiles another of his thousand watt smiles whilst looking straight at the angel. Arthur turned his face away, a blush spreading across his face./p
p style="text-align: left;""Well I don't see how I can help you, I cant remember anything," Arthur mutters./p
p style="text-align: left;""Well how bout I try help you remember where ya came from! I bet ya memories are just blocked or somethin' all we need to do is try get them to surface!" Alfred says excitedly./p
p style="text-align: left;""I guess we could try but still how would we find a place that could have-"/p
p style="text-align: left;""Don't worry bout that now Artie, I'm sure after a good nights sleep we'll have plenty of ideas, after all I am the hero to help the angel in distress!" Alfred says proudly./p
p style="text-align: left;""I am not a bloody angel in demisters you complete twat, and I do not need any 'heros' help!"/p
p style="text-align: left;""Yeaahh Artie keep telling yaself that" Alfred winks playfully./p
p style="text-align: left;"emBloody idiot.../em/p
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p style="text-align: left;"strongThis time it's Arthurs POV! Which means - /strongemItalics = strongArthurs thoughts/strong/em/p
p style="text-align: left;"strongbold = sound effects :3/strong/p
p style="text-align: left;"strongEnjoy~/strong/p
p style="text-align: center;"emMy fair lady~!/em/p
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p style="text-align: left;"emBloody fucking hell... my head is killing me! /emArthur groaned in pain as he spread his ivory wings wide, inspecting them for any injuries./p
p style="text-align: left;"strongcrunch/strong/p
p style="text-align: left;"He froze in fear and held his breath. emWhot? Someone is here? This place is deserted though! /emA figure emerged from behind what seemed to be ruins of an old semi-detached house. The stranger had straw blonde hair and sky blue eyes that seemed to be full of surprise and curiosity. He had a dark green rucksack slung over one shoulder and had the most blinding smile that seemed to be very close to cracking his whole face in half./p
p style="text-align: center;"-2 hours later-/p
p style="text-align: left;"emHow did I end up here? /emArthur sat around a roaring fire wrapped in the strangers bomber jacket that was surprisingly warm. The grey sky had turned completely black now with the turn of night. The stranger had told Arthur his name was Alfred-F-Jones and that he was from a place called America and was visiting this place for a research project. Arthur noted that Alfred didn't have wings unlike Arthur, emweird. /em"Hope you're hungry, I know I sure am! Also ya mind I ask ya some questions about ya-self yeh?" Arthur jumped at the sound of Alfred talking. "It's yourself emnot/em ya-self, seriously learn English!" Arthur scowled./p
p style="text-align: left;""For an angel ya sure are grouchy Artie!" Alfred chuckled, coming round to sit next to Arthur on the dirty floor./p
p style="text-align: left;""Angel? Whot are you on about?" Arthur An angel? That's ludicrous I am the same as him, save for the wings./em/p
p style="text-align: left;""Ya! You're obvs' one Artie, I mean ya have this cool glow boutcha and don't forget the wings!" Alfred said childishly./p
p style="text-align: left;""I am just like you! You wanker!" replied Arthur, emthis is absolute rubbish./em/p
p style="text-align: left;""Sure sure Artie" Alfred grinned, "well at least answer one question for me ok? So what is an angel like you doing here! This place is broken and in ruins!"/p
p style="text-align: left;""I'm not sure..." mumbled Arthur/p
p style="text-align: left;""Ehhh that sucks! Wontcha tell me anything Artie! I mean it sounds like you are from around here, the accent and everything goes" Alfred pouts./p
p style="text-align: left;"Arthur pulls his knees into his stomach and pulls his wings to shelter his face from Alfreds questioning gaze. Without Arthur realizing, Alfred crawled over to Arthur and pealed his wings from his masking his face./p
p style="text-align: left;""I'm sorry Artie for making ya feel bad! I don't mind honestly, maybe we can help each other!" Alfred smiles another of his thousand watt smiles whilst looking straight at the angel. Arthur turned his face away, a blush spreading across his face./p
p style="text-align: left;""Well I don't see how I can help you, I cant remember anything," Arthur mutters./p
p style="text-align: left;""Well how bout I try help you remember where ya came from! I bet ya memories are just blocked or somethin' all we need to do is try get them to surface!" Alfred says excitedly./p
p style="text-align: left;""I guess we could try but still how would we find a place that could have-"/p
p style="text-align: left;""Don't worry bout that now Artie, I'm sure after a good nights sleep we'll have plenty of ideas, after all I am the hero to help the angel in distress!" Alfred says proudly./p
p style="text-align: left;""I am not a bloody angel in demisters you complete twat, and I do not need any 'heros' help!"/p
p style="text-align: left;""Yeaahh Artie keep telling yaself that" Alfred winks playfully./p
p style="text-align: left;"emBloody idiot.../em/p
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