They learn each other over and over and over again, and whenever Alfred thinks he knows all of Arthur he is surprised at every turn: a new laugh, a new idea, a new delicious sound made when Alfred pins him to the bed in a tumble of teenage exuberance. Arthur seems to tread the line between genius and insanity, and in the back of his mind Alfred knows which he is, but doesn’t want to believe it. To think that there is something else, something normal underneath all this is impossible. Stripped of his metal and leather and dark-tipped hair, Arthur would be nothing, but Alfred doesn’t care.
He thinks he is a little in love.
Looking over my old writing for Rose Tinted with homicidalwhispers and man, do I miss writing for USUK. Honestly I do add a little bit to my fics every so often but never enough to actually complete a chapter, and I’m super embarrassed to admit it’s literally been years since I’ve updated.
Rose Tinted was a weird experiment of a story that I was writing when I was about 17/18, and it’s an AU in which bored Californian rich kid Alfred Jones is dragged to London for the summer holidays, and he meets a brilliant and passionate young punk named Arthur Kirkland. They have a whirlwind romance filled with sex and teenage idealism, both of them trying desperately to be stand out in a world that does not make room for the unconventional. At the end of the holidays they part ways, agreeing it would be simpler not to keep in touch.
Many years later, Alfred is hired as an assistant to Arthur, the editor in chief of a London-based publishing firm. He can hardly believe that this strict, tired man is the very same boy who once drew him in with his ideals and his genius, but he knows first-hand how life can change someone. He decides to try and win Arthur over again.
This story was meant to contrast the idealism and passion of adolescence with the seeming mundanity and disillusionment of the adult or working world. I wanted to document Arthur and Alfred finding a middle ground between the two- with rage tempered by maturity and experience, and disappointment turned into zeal and enthusiasm by remembering the exhilaration of youth. It was an ambitious project for someone so completely swamped with work and I really wish I could continue writing for it, but as my workload stands I’m not sure I can really devote enough time for it. I may post snippets sometime, though. :)