Jan 26, 2014 23:23:03 GMT -5 |
Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2014 23:23:03 GMT -5
"Into the night, Desperate and broken" |
After discovering that Alfred had led Arthur around his place, showing him around as if the American owned the place, Francis had finally decided it was about time he spent some time with Arthur himself. It was not as if he was ungrateful to Alfred – just slightly irritated. To be perfectly frank, Francis had been planning on showing Arthur around as soon as he had found the opportunity. Unfortunately, he hadn't yet that day, being swamped with endless paperwork and obligations to his duty as attorney general, and Alfred had, of course, snuck into his humble home for some purpose and intentions. But he had bought Arthur for a reason: one to be able to communicate with him privately, regarding the goals of the Freedom Fighters; two, to be able to meet Arthur in a more personal manner. Francis had enjoyed what he had seen when he first met the Englishman in the Underground. He seemed to be eccentric; lovely, really, and intriguing so as to Francis desiring to learn more about what was beneath the superficial walls he had erected.
He was the sort of man who Francis would really fancy playing a game of chess with.
By offering the chance to play, besides being able to test Arthur's strategizing skills by playing such a game of wit, Francis would be also be able to see how capable his intelligence was – right up front, a proper display, without having to dance around anything. It would certainly be fun, Francis thought, and he had invited Arthur to the living room without explicitly revealing the reason – although, making it clearly light-hearted and with good intentions.
He had prepared his favorite glass set and placed it gingerly on the table, so as to not disrupt the already perfect positions of the delicate pieces. He had missed playing this game; although, the only person he had had to oppose him really was his father, who had educated him on everything to know. Chess was a game that everybody who valued their wits and cleverness knew how to play, and it was essentially a battle of strategy when playing. Francis had, on occasions, played with some of the servants around the house – some were quite good of varying degrees, and he had learned from challenging opponents of different levels and lines of thinking. Throughout the years, he had managed to cultivate his very own style and maneuvers of chess; some fancied their knights – others, their rooks or their bishops, and the more careless, their queens above all else – but Francis cherished his pawns. They were most usually considered useless and fodder for the more powerful pieces, sacrificed without another thought; but, without the pawns, the rest would be unable to accomplish anything. They were just as important as any other piece, and without them, the game simply wouldn't be the same.
Francis looked up from his prized chessboard as he heard the soft padding of footsteps approaching with a smile. ”Bonjour, dear Arthur! Thank you for joining me this afternoon; I do hope I was not bothering you! Would you fancy a game of chess~?”
He was the sort of man who Francis would really fancy playing a game of chess with.
By offering the chance to play, besides being able to test Arthur's strategizing skills by playing such a game of wit, Francis would be also be able to see how capable his intelligence was – right up front, a proper display, without having to dance around anything. It would certainly be fun, Francis thought, and he had invited Arthur to the living room without explicitly revealing the reason – although, making it clearly light-hearted and with good intentions.
He had prepared his favorite glass set and placed it gingerly on the table, so as to not disrupt the already perfect positions of the delicate pieces. He had missed playing this game; although, the only person he had had to oppose him really was his father, who had educated him on everything to know. Chess was a game that everybody who valued their wits and cleverness knew how to play, and it was essentially a battle of strategy when playing. Francis had, on occasions, played with some of the servants around the house – some were quite good of varying degrees, and he had learned from challenging opponents of different levels and lines of thinking. Throughout the years, he had managed to cultivate his very own style and maneuvers of chess; some fancied their knights – others, their rooks or their bishops, and the more careless, their queens above all else – but Francis cherished his pawns. They were most usually considered useless and fodder for the more powerful pieces, sacrificed without another thought; but, without the pawns, the rest would be unable to accomplish anything. They were just as important as any other piece, and without them, the game simply wouldn't be the same.
Francis looked up from his prized chessboard as he heard the soft padding of footsteps approaching with a smile. ”Bonjour, dear Arthur! Thank you for joining me this afternoon; I do hope I was not bothering you! Would you fancy a game of chess~?”
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