waking up to golden nightmares.
27 March 2012 02:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Arthur sleeps dreamless and (almost) sense-less, like a void in his being or his very being was a void -
But he wakes to blue, gold, black and a drawl of -
"Good morning, little one."
Acid green eyes snap open, his (new) body isn't trained to care about the small things -- like how it hurts to open your eyes to a harsh light after hours of oppressing darkness -- no, his body, his instinct is honed to fight -
A vicious snarl, clawed hands grasping and attempting to tear at flesh and wing, Arthur bares his new demonic fangs in a show of aggression and flips whoever was on top of him - he doesn't realise the strength that comes with his new form -
Something clicks in a small part of his brain, instinctual recognition, and everything stills. Arthur's eyes are narrowed as he takes in exactly who was now under him --
"Feisty in the morning, are we?" that infuriating accent, American, bordering on arrogance, "Well, I do like a little fight in my students." A smirk is flashed Arthur's way, the tip of one sharp fang peeking out from the corner...
Alfred.
Arthur narrows his eyes further, doesn't say a word, doesn't care if he's pressed flush against his Master, doesn't care if he had just attacked one of the greater demons in Hell. This bastard has the audacity to just, appear in Arthur's room, unannounced, as if he owned the damn place... But Arthur knows he has the upper hand only because Alfred is letting Arthur dominate him. So with a grunt of annoyance, he slowly, cautiously, lifts himself up, but not before he digs his claws into his Master's shoulder as a subtle show of spitefulness.
Alfred only puts on a lazy smile through the whole thing, blue eyes gleaming with amusement and (intoxicating) mischief.
What a way to start the day.
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