I decided that I never really explained WHY he wore gloves so I'm adding this. It's not very long so…yeah.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except my imagination!
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When Alfred got home from the meeting the first thing he did was sleep. He slept until noon the next day. When he did finally manage to pull himself out of bed he headed to the shower.
He walked up to the mirror in the bathroom and looked at the reflection.
A face with blue eyes, dark blond hair with a cowlick and glasses stared back at him.
Alfred sighed.
Slowly he undressed, still trying to wake up. When the only thing left was his gloves he slowly peeled them off.
On the outside of both of his hands were stars.
Yes, stars. On his left hand the star was a deep blue. On his right hand it was a pinkish color. The stars themselves looked mysterious. The blue one seemed to give off light and shimmered slightly when Alfred moved his hand. The red one did the opposite; it seemed to slowly suck in the light, and when he moved it the star looked like it got bigger.
What would have caught anyone's attention the most would what was in the center. The objects were extremely detailed and fit inside the circle like that was where they belonged.
Which they did.
In the center of both of the stars were, small, white wings. On the left hand, the left wing. On the right hand, the right wing.
Like angel wings.
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Alfred stared at his hands and remembered how he got these markings.
He especially remembered what happened when he put the two marking on top of each other.
NEVER AGAIN.
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Ok, this it.
No more. Done. Finished. Complete.
I am going to leave it like this so you guys can imagine for yourselves what happened. Unless I get a thousand demands for more than this is it!
Thanks for sticking with me! XD