Pitter, patter. Splish splash. You looked up from your book, glancing over at the Brit huddled in the corner with a stack of spell books. "Hey, Arthur?" You questioned. "Wanna take a break and, I don't know, do something?"
"I'll have you know, I have a lot of reading I need to get done." He replied, his green eyes not leaving the faded pages and hand inked words. "So please shut up." And, with that said, he continued to pour over the spell books.
Groaning, you shut your book and looked out the window. What a shitty time for it to start raining. The only reason you'd come to his house in the first place was simply because you needed somemore tea bags, and he was the only one who had them. You had no idea it was going to start pouring.
So now you were stuck in this house with Arthur complete-and-utter-jackass Kirkland. Not to mention, he was still pretty pissy that you broke his favorite teacup during your last visit. Perhaps that was why he chose today to catch up on his conveniantly much needed reading, and leave you to find entertainment for yourself.
You stretched out on the couch, listening to the rain. You always thought the sound of the rain hitting the roof, and perhaps a soft rumble of thunder in the distance, was rather soothing.
Closing your eyes, the lullibye of rain slowly put you to sleep.
Arthur shut his large spell book, coughing when the dust hit him. He set it down with the others and stood up, smoothing his clothes out. His green eyes glanced at you, his caterpiller eyesbrows raised when he saw you were fast asleep. Well, he did remember you saying the sound of rain helped you sleep.
Arthur actually liked the way you looked when you slept, not in the creepy way; he thought you looked so peaceful, serene.
Almost heartbreakingly beautiful.
Gently grabbing your head, the Brit softly pressed his lips to your forehead, lowering his voice to an incoherent whisper.
"I love you."