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rain-and-tea-leaves:

ohflowerofscotland:

rain-and-tea-leaves:

ohflowerofscotland:

rain-and-tea-leaves:

ohflowerofscotland:

rain-and-tea-leaves:

ohflowerofscotland:

rain-and-tea-leaves:

ohflowerofscotland:

rain-and-tea-leaves:

ohflowerofscotland:

So you think y’have reason to deny my ability to feel an’ yet yer no’ goin’ to explain  yer accusation?

Well alrighty then, Arthur. Each to their own.

T’be honest, ‘m no all tha’ surprised.

Which is th’ disappointing thing.

I thought it was rather obvious; that you aren’t exactly someone to go around expressing emotions very often. 

So of course I’ll take it for sarcasm.

But clearly that subtlety there was a bit too advanced for you, my apologies.

As you shouldn’t be, really. 

And why is that disappointing, exactly?

Aye, at least yer right ‘bout somethin’. But just ‘cause I don’t run around singin’ out  my emotion’s from th’ top o’ th’ hillside, doesn’t mean that I don’ have any.

Perhaps if y’listened a wee bit more an’ stopped bein’ no negative y’wouldn’t have t’assume everythin’ t’be sarcastic.

My apologies tha’ you feel the need to be a smart alec all th’ time.

Jus’ a wee bit disappointin’ as I’d assumed we’d put th’ majority of the bitterness between us in th’ past.

Apologies if I’m th’ only one t’have done so.

I’ve never seen them, so as far as I’m concerned, you do not. 

I apologise that my cynicism is so long ingrained that it’s hard to get past.

Your apology is not accepted because it isn’t like you have anything to apologise for, and I’m sure you don’t mean that.

The majority, yes. If we hadn’t I’m pretty sure we wouldn’t be talking. 

Well then allow me t’correct you.

I do have emotions an’ feelin’s, even if I choose not t’be so open wi’ them. An’ I don’t take kindly t’bein’ told otherwise.

Apology accepted. ‘m certain tha’ by now y’can’t even control it.

Glad t’know tha’ y’feel like the majority of bad blood is behind us.

Now how about you act like it an’ stop treatin’ me like yer worst fuckin’ enemy. ‘Cause ‘m not. An’, funnily enough, I don’ want t’be.

…There are a lot of things you don’t take kindly to. It’s hard keeping track of it all, to be quite honest with you.

You have my sincerest thanks for accepting my apology.

I don’t treat you like my worst enemy, I treat you like my brother. If you were my worst enemy you wouldn’t be breathing very well.

And really, would you not be surprised if I suddenly started being nice to you? I mean really, if I hugged you you’d punch me in the jaw faster than I could blink.

I’m sure y’can keep up wi’ it, Arthur, so quit makin’ me out t’be more difficult than I actually am. 

Even you have t’admit tha’ you treat me like a brother y’can barely stand t’be around an’ like y’can barely tolerate my existance.

But y’know. Each to their own. If tha’s what yer affections towards me are like then who am I t’kick up a fuss?

I jus’ think y’might be surprised. I’d hardly punch you one fer bein’ kind.

I might even be kind back.

Making you out to be more difficult than you are is an amazing feat. Now be quiet and let me be proud of myself for doing so.

…Maybe a little, yes. To be fair, though, I don’t exactly act very amiable with many people.

…

So if I hugged you right now, as an apology of sorts, you wouldn’t hurt me for it?  

Alright, alright. Since ‘m such a kind person I’ll let you bask in th’ glory o’ yer achievement at my expense.

Well, t’be fair to th’ both o’ us, I don’t think either o’ us are very amiable at all. Jus’ how we ended up, I s’pose…

… No, course I bloody wouldn’t.

You’d prob’ly get a hug in return. So long as it’s mutual.

You’re too kind, really.

Ah, well, doesn’t help that we tend too feed off of the other’s anger either. To be truthful… you’re not that horrible.

And don’t even try to get me to say that again. It won’t work.

…If you say so.

-hesitates a moment before giving him a quick hug-

Aye, I know. I’m practically worthy o’ sainthood. 

… I think y’got a point. We’re jus’ as bad as each other really, our presence doesn’t really… help. At all.

Oh don’ worry, Arthur, I won’t ask y’to repeat it. Yer words will be cherished as a memory forever.

An’ you know… yer no’ so bad either.

/not surprised by the hesitation, nor the hug. Although only briefly, does manage to return the hug/

… There. Tha’ weren’t so bad.

Saint Angus. Practically rolls off the tongue, doesn’t it?

But that’s just an excuse. I’m sure that if we try we can act like… slightly more normal people.

Glad to hear that.

…

…I suppose it wasn’t that bad…

Aye, I s’pose it does. Saint Angus, got a pretty neat ring to it.

Y’know, I think yer right. An’ who knows, maybe after a wee bit o’ effort we might be able t’actually function socially. One day.

…

Shut up, you loved bein’ hugged fer once.

intothegreatblueyonder:

ohflowerofscotland:

/He bows his head a fraction in agreement, following the other’s example and taking his own long drink/ Aye, but it tolls on all of us, Arthur. Be thankful tha’ we’re in it together.

-looks at him, a light shining briefly in his eyes- And for your service, I thank you. I really do, it means…so much to me. -pours himself another and drinks- It’s just me achin’ over my chest. 

/Angus raises his near-empty glass in acknowledgement, a slight smile curving his lips/ No need t’thank me, Arthur. I do this willingly, we’re in this together, you an’ I, an’ th’ rest o’ ‘em. /He pauses for a moment, then finishes what remained in his glass/ An’ we need all th’ help we can get.

rain-and-tea-leaves:

ohflowerofscotland:

rain-and-tea-leaves:

ohflowerofscotland:

rain-and-tea-leaves:

ohflowerofscotland:

rain-and-tea-leaves:

ohflowerofscotland:

rain-and-tea-leaves:

ohflowerofscotland:

So you think y’have reason to deny my ability to feel an’ yet yer no’ goin’ to explain  yer accusation?

Well alrighty then, Arthur. Each to their own.

T’be honest, ‘m no all tha’ surprised.

Which is th’ disappointing thing.

I thought it was rather obvious; that you aren’t exactly someone to go around expressing emotions very often. 

So of course I’ll take it for sarcasm.

But clearly that subtlety there was a bit too advanced for you, my apologies.

As you shouldn’t be, really. 

And why is that disappointing, exactly?

Aye, at least yer right ‘bout somethin’. But just ‘cause I don’t run around singin’ out  my emotion’s from th’ top o’ th’ hillside, doesn’t mean that I don’ have any.

Perhaps if y’listened a wee bit more an’ stopped bein’ no negative y’wouldn’t have t’assume everythin’ t’be sarcastic.

My apologies tha’ you feel the need to be a smart alec all th’ time.

Jus’ a wee bit disappointin’ as I’d assumed we’d put th’ majority of the bitterness between us in th’ past.

Apologies if I’m th’ only one t’have done so.

I’ve never seen them, so as far as I’m concerned, you do not. 

I apologise that my cynicism is so long ingrained that it’s hard to get past.

Your apology is not accepted because it isn’t like you have anything to apologise for, and I’m sure you don’t mean that.

The majority, yes. If we hadn’t I’m pretty sure we wouldn’t be talking. 

Well then allow me t’correct you.

I do have emotions an’ feelin’s, even if I choose not t’be so open wi’ them. An’ I don’t take kindly t’bein’ told otherwise.

Apology accepted. ‘m certain tha’ by now y’can’t even control it.

Glad t’know tha’ y’feel like the majority of bad blood is behind us.

Now how about you act like it an’ stop treatin’ me like yer worst fuckin’ enemy. ‘Cause ‘m not. An’, funnily enough, I don’ want t’be.

…There are a lot of things you don’t take kindly to. It’s hard keeping track of it all, to be quite honest with you.

You have my sincerest thanks for accepting my apology.

I don’t treat you like my worst enemy, I treat you like my brother. If you were my worst enemy you wouldn’t be breathing very well.

And really, would you not be surprised if I suddenly started being nice to you? I mean really, if I hugged you you’d punch me in the jaw faster than I could blink.

I’m sure y’can keep up wi’ it, Arthur, so quit makin’ me out t’be more difficult than I actually am. 

Even you have t’admit tha’ you treat me like a brother y’can barely stand t’be around an’ like y’can barely tolerate my existance.

But y’know. Each to their own. If tha’s what yer affections towards me are like then who am I t’kick up a fuss?

I jus’ think y’might be surprised. I’d hardly punch you one fer bein’ kind.

I might even be kind back.

Making you out to be more difficult than you are is an amazing feat. Now be quiet and let me be proud of myself for doing so.

…Maybe a little, yes. To be fair, though, I don’t exactly act very amiable with many people.

…

So if I hugged you right now, as an apology of sorts, you wouldn’t hurt me for it?  

Alright, alright. Since ‘m such a kind person I’ll let you bask in th’ glory o’ yer achievement at my expense.

Well, t’be fair to th’ both o’ us, I don’t think either o’ us are very amiable at all. Jus’ how we ended up, I s’pose…

… No, course I bloody wouldn’t.

You’d prob’ly get a hug in return. So long as it’s mutual.

You’re too kind, really.

Ah, well, doesn’t help that we tend too feed off of the other’s anger either. To be truthful… you’re not that horrible.

And don’t even try to get me to say that again. It won’t work.

…If you say so.

-hesitates a moment before giving him a quick hug-

Aye, I know. I’m practically worthy o’ sainthood. 

… I think y’got a point. We’re jus’ as bad as each other really, our presence doesn’t really… help. At all.

Oh don’ worry, Arthur, I won’t ask y’to repeat it. Yer words will be cherished as a memory forever.

An’ you know… yer no’ so bad either.

/not surprised by the hesitation, nor the hug. Although only briefly, does manage to return the hug/

… There. Tha’ weren’t so bad.

intothegreatblueyonder:

ohflowerofscotland:

/He takes a glass once it is filled, cradling it in his hands for a moment, before taking a well savoured sip/… Y’look tired there. Somethin’ th’ matter?

-takes a huge gulp off of it, nearly finishing it all in one go- It’s this…this damn war…it tolls on me, brother.

/He bows his head a fraction in agreement, following the other’s example and taking his own long drink/ Aye, but it tolls on all of us, Arthur. Be thankful tha’ we’re in it together.

britannianking started following you

britannianking:

ohflowerofscotland:

britannianking:

ohflowerofscotland:

Hm. Conall.

What a… pleasure t’hear from you.

…Angus.

It’s been a while, hm?

Aye. A while indeed…

much to my delight.

Oh, aren’t you funny? -rolls eyes-

Well I’m here to stay, so get used to it.

Aye, ‘m fuckin’ hilarious.

Oh, wonderful.

Excuse me while I go out an’ celebrate.

rain-and-tea-leaves:

ohflowerofscotland:

rain-and-tea-leaves:

ohflowerofscotland:

rain-and-tea-leaves:

ohflowerofscotland:

rain-and-tea-leaves:

ohflowerofscotland:

So you think y’have reason to deny my ability to feel an’ yet yer no’ goin’ to explain  yer accusation?

Well alrighty then, Arthur. Each to their own.

T’be honest, ‘m no all tha’ surprised.

Which is th’ disappointing thing.

I thought it was rather obvious; that you aren’t exactly someone to go around expressing emotions very often. 

So of course I’ll take it for sarcasm.

But clearly that subtlety there was a bit too advanced for you, my apologies.

As you shouldn’t be, really. 

And why is that disappointing, exactly?

Aye, at least yer right ‘bout somethin’. But just ‘cause I don’t run around singin’ out  my emotion’s from th’ top o’ th’ hillside, doesn’t mean that I don’ have any.

Perhaps if y’listened a wee bit more an’ stopped bein’ no negative y’wouldn’t have t’assume everythin’ t’be sarcastic.

My apologies tha’ you feel the need to be a smart alec all th’ time.

Jus’ a wee bit disappointin’ as I’d assumed we’d put th’ majority of the bitterness between us in th’ past.

Apologies if I’m th’ only one t’have done so.

I’ve never seen them, so as far as I’m concerned, you do not. 

I apologise that my cynicism is so long ingrained that it’s hard to get past.

Your apology is not accepted because it isn’t like you have anything to apologise for, and I’m sure you don’t mean that.

The majority, yes. If we hadn’t I’m pretty sure we wouldn’t be talking. 

Well then allow me t’correct you.

I do have emotions an’ feelin’s, even if I choose not t’be so open wi’ them. An’ I don’t take kindly t’bein’ told otherwise.

Apology accepted. ‘m certain tha’ by now y’can’t even control it.

Glad t’know tha’ y’feel like the majority of bad blood is behind us.

Now how about you act like it an’ stop treatin’ me like yer worst fuckin’ enemy. ‘Cause ‘m not. An’, funnily enough, I don’ want t’be.

…There are a lot of things you don’t take kindly to. It’s hard keeping track of it all, to be quite honest with you.

You have my sincerest thanks for accepting my apology.

I don’t treat you like my worst enemy, I treat you like my brother. If you were my worst enemy you wouldn’t be breathing very well.

And really, would you not be surprised if I suddenly started being nice to you? I mean really, if I hugged you you’d punch me in the jaw faster than I could blink.

I’m sure y’can keep up wi’ it, Arthur, so quit makin’ me out t’be more difficult than I actually am. 

Even you have t’admit tha’ you treat me like a brother y’can barely stand t’be around an’ like y’can barely tolerate my existance.

But y’know. Each to their own. If tha’s what yer affections towards me are like then who am I t’kick up a fuss?

I jus’ think y’might be surprised. I’d hardly punch you one fer bein’ kind.

I might even be kind back.

Making you out to be more difficult than you are is an amazing feat. Now be quiet and let me be proud of myself for doing so.

…Maybe a little, yes. To be fair, though, I don’t exactly act very amiable with many people.

…

So if I hugged you right now, as an apology of sorts, you wouldn’t hurt me for it?  

Alright, alright. Since ‘m such a kind person I’ll let you bask in th’ glory o’ yer achievement at my expense.

Well, t’be fair to th’ both o’ us, I don’t think either o’ us are very amiable at all. Jus’ how we ended up, I s’pose…

… No, course I bloody wouldn’t.

You’d prob’ly get a hug in return. So long as it’s mutual.

britannianking started following you

britannianking:

ohflowerofscotland:

Hm. Conall.

What a… pleasure t’hear from you.

…Angus.

It’s been a while, hm?

Aye. A while indeed…

much to my delight.

intothegreatblueyonder:

ohflowerofscotland:

Ah, don’t worry ‘bout tha’. Brandy is perfectly fine. A drink’s a drink, it doesn’t really matter so long as yer in good company.

So brandy o’ rum is great, thanks. ‘m no’ too fussed.

Alright, brandy it is then. -pours it into a decanter and gets them some glasses- That is certainly true indeed. -smiles softly, but tiredly- I need one of these…

/He takes a glass once it is filled, cradling it in his hands for a moment, before taking a well savoured sip/… Y’look tired there. Somethin’ th’ matter?