"From The Other Side Of The Coin With Love"
Chapter 4. The beginning of an End -Declaration of war-
Alfred P.O.V
PART 1.
For a few seconds, all he saw was white and a brilliant light, until he spotted who he was looking for.
The angel looked for a moment frighten, maybe by his sudden arrival, because his eyes were wide and his wings spread out, as if he was going to leap into the air in any second. His expression quickly changed though, to a somewhat warm, small smile upon seeing him in the door way. Alfred hurried forward towards the angel, who was currently sitting on a large, queen sized bed with a blanket over him and a cup of what could only be tea, in his cupped hands in his lap.
Alfred slowly sat beside him on the bed, earning a rather confused look from his lover. Alfred couldn't blame him, as his usual greetings were far from quiet and slow. The devil then turned to look down at the angel, and upon meeting his eyes the angel tried another one of his smiles, if as to tell him that he was fine. But he couldn't fool anyone.
When the devils eyes clearly showed his doubt, the angel's expression changed to a much sadder one, as he then turned his head away from him, hiding his eyes from meeting his.
Alfred put his hand over the angel's wrist, earning a slight shrug from the angel who still wouldn't face him.
As he started to rub his thumb up along his pale wrist, the angel suddenly started to shake, and the cup he was holding started to rattle in his lap, and without notice it fell from the angels grasp.
Alfred caught it just in time, all thanks to his fast reflexes and gently put it on the table next to the bed. As he was now on one knee, due to reaching out to catch the falling teacup, he could now look up into the angels green eyes, that where else hidden by his bangs. All he could see was sadness. Sadness and terrible grief. It hurt seeing Arthur in the state, and Alfred leaned forward, his eyes never leaving the two sad pools of green. He didn't reach very far when the angel suddenly spoke, in a quiet voice.
"He's back"
Alfred froze at those words, not able to think clearly.
The angel, whose focus was only on his kneeling lover, put his hands over the devils hands that were resting on his thighs, and took a big breath before he opened his mouth to speak again.
"Dearest, he has returned." he said, shakingly, as he took another breath, trying to make his voice steadier.
"He managed to get in to the castle and he ..." the angel swallowed. "He somewhat seemed to have... attracted 'That' part of me and..." the angel turned silent as tears began to fall from his eyes.
Alfred let out a small growl at those words, and his anger began to rise when he felt something cold and wet on his hand. Looking up at his angel, he realized in horror that he was crying.
At loss for what to do, he leaned forward once more, rising his hand to wipe off a few tears that threated to fall down.
"I don't" the angel then sobbed out. "I don't remember anything after I lost control and I don't..." he sniffed, barley able to talk throughout his constant sobbing.
"I don't want what happened last time... what happened last time to ever... ever occur ever again" he sobbed out.
The devil then enclosed the small angel in a gentle embrace, as he buried his head into the nape of his neck, nuzzling slightly and taking in his lovers all too familiar scent and smell.
"Yes" Alfred thought. "I hope for the love of both heaven and hell, which we won't have to endure that sort of thing ever again..."
Because Alfred remembered it all, all too clearly...
