Of Kings and Queens

Aviator Glasses

Chapter 3

Allen sat down on a large bolder and polished his sword. The young warrior hummed quietly to himself as children rushed past him, playing knights as the wooden swords clashed.

"Allen~ Where are-Oh there you are!" Oliver sat on his lap and laughed placing a kiss on his cheek--

"CUT!" The director, Elizabeta, barked from her chair. "Jones! Stop looking so disgusted as if you just had a vietnam flashback! It's just a kiss. Are you a professional or not?"

"I am a professional ma'am." Alfred rolled his eyes.
"Well act like one then." Arthur scowled. "It's not like I have cooties. What, are you afraid to kiss me? To scared?"
"No! You're just too--"

"BOYS! Ugh, just--Take two. And Action!"

Arthur, or Oliver his character, waved a wand and smiled sitting on Alfred's lap. "There you are love! I was beginning to worry. Clubs has been acting up lately, there was a scuffle at the borders."

"Was anyone hurt?" Allen asked, looking at his queen's face.
"No, thankfully. Reports say it was a bar fight, nothing more to it. What really bothered me is that Clubs tried to cover up..."

As Arthur talked, Alfred couldn't help but get lost in his emerald eyes. Wow, Arthur sure had grown a lot in the past years. His hair had grown shagger, his face lost the skeleton look and was more chiseled, his bony stature now curvy and rounded around his waist--

"Jones! Ugh CUT! Did you forget your lines again?" Arthur glared at Alfred, the American meeting his smoldering eyes.

"Sorry I was just- Thinking about what was for lunch. You know, Iggy, my stomach's an endless pit, and growing boys gotta eat. You remember what growth spurts were like, right old man?"

"Shut up you arrogant asshole before strangle that smug look of your face! You have no right calling me--"

Elizabeta let out a strangled sigh and rubbed her forehead. "Take ten!"

Alfred huffed and got up, Arthur still in his lap, and nearly shoved him off. Arthur yelped and stumbled to stay balanced.
"You insufferable git! That was intolerably rude of you, could you not wait ten seconds for me to leave your lap myself or are you too daft to think I would want to stay?"

Alfred looked at Arthur for about ten seconds himself before laughing. "Lol, what dude?"

Arthur fumed and rolled his eyes, swishing his blue spadian cloak around his shoulders so that it fluttered brilliantly and dramatically around him as he stormed of back to his dressing room, or as Arthur liked to say 'Chambers'.

Alfred smirked and looked at his awaiting crew. Asking for a cup of coffee, he sat down on one of the assigned chairs and swung his feat. He knew he had hurt Arthur's feelings, but it was a natural response to Arthur's bickering. Alfred wanted to feel bad, he really did, but he knew if he apologized he would seem week to his co-workers and it would definitely tarnish his Hero persona to admit he had acted so rudely. Heroes didn't antagonize damsels in distress. But...maybe Alfred would check on him later.

Wondering the set, Alfred looked at one of the cameras that weren't in use. It was such a pretty thing. To be honest, Alfred love photography. It was a guilty pleasure of his, but it sure did help with taking good selfies. Grabbing his coffee, Alfred went to the back of the set, following the signs until he reached a small subtle metal staircase that led to the roof of the studio. Alfred nimbly climbed the stairs, anticipating the fresh air more and more with each step. Opening the door silently, Alfred slipped out and froze in his tracks at a muffled sob.