Title: much time has passed since that time?
Fandom: RPF - AC Fiorentina
Characters: Sébastien Fandom: RPF - AC Fiorentina
Frey, Artur Boruc
Rating: For all
Warning: Angst
Disclaimer: This fanfiction not for profit. You do not want to offend or be prejudicial against real people described. Nothing told in this fanfiction has really happened but it is fictional, so do not pretend to give a truthful picture of events or personalities.
Word Count: 657w. (
fiumidiparole
) Notes:
... \\ O \\ Intesa be a sequel to wore a heart into the room , mainly due to a number of details that refer from one to another and vice versa, but I guess that comprenzibbile well alone, oh God. head. "There's something wrong with you," mumbles, almost amused. 'And not the game last night. Give me space, I have to sit down. " Artur looks at him for a moment from the bottom without the desire to move even a finger, then something inside him painfully startled when he began to observe the French and the knee becomes more immediately there, leaving too much space, along the wall almost to love him almost disappearing behind say this is not my place, it's yours, come and take it back .
remain silent for an awkward amount of time probably, Artur which bind his hands and that does not look anything Sébastien and closed eyes, as I gather my thoughts for a moment and think Artur yet to reach out and place it flat on the leg and try to make the educated person and ask, at least, as it is, how did the operation, how a bit 'all over and tell him that he can not wait to get better, everyone can not wait because he's probably better not wait to remove him from balls to refer the goalkeeper's jersey on his shoulders and just let back on the bench to take the cold and damp until June to not be able to find a team that wants it. Sébastien Only then sighs again, wearily, and the words - any words - the die throat.
"Do not try to get down to this." He says, speaking softly, and Artur jumps.
"If you were there -" begins, slowly, and the Italian words get stuck in the throat, and yearning to be back in Glasgow around and have only the English, he understood that at least one every time without having to feel ashamed trying to talk. "I mean - "
"If I had been there," laughs Sébastien, and opens his eyes and looks at him in the face, direct, and it seems that Arthur is doing it for the first time and it's great and good , the heat inside. "I would have stayed in goal scoring and I took it anyway." Artur also paints a smile, only partially convinced, and look back on their hands and the fabric of purple sweatpants wearing, and is so focused on himself, try not to respond to things that Sebastien does not want to hear, that almost does not realize that he is standing before him, balancing precariously on more than one crutch and is holding out a hand. "Come on, come on." Plane ride, and it is strange to see him lying at this moment, it is strange because he is injured, that was just what worked, what will stand still for a thousand years, and despite all the stretching is hand - take it
said something inside him, do not
says his common sense - and is smiling as if nothing had happened serious. "I give a hand to train." Artur closes his eyes for a moment and take a breath, do not watch while raising his hand and then felt the fingers of her and take Sébastien tighten firmly, slipping on his palm and then around the wrist, feels warm against his skin feels cool and pull the floor, inviting him to stand up without really having the strength or the ability to really pull it up. "
Thanks, Seba ." Plan sighs, shaking hands and smiling in response to hear their fingers fit in the palm of the hand of Sébastien; French smiles associating while, slowly, Artur is moving towards the field.
Notes: Yes, my bondage huge and obvious to Arthur is becoming almost an embarrassing thing, I realize. And I also realize that at least is OOC stuff because it is a disgustingly subservient type and no, but I came out well, then amen.
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