[Omegaverse] You Could be the One (UKPr)

Arthur Kirkland - Alpha
College student studying literary arts. Roommate of Francis. Has an old fashioned and romantic view of the way a relationship between an alpha and omega should be.







Arthur: He could tell the omega was feeling awkward. Considering what had transpired since last night, he could hardly blame him. They had only started to get to know each other about twelve hours ago and now Arthur had already asked to date him. Arthur had never shown that much interest in an omega before, especially not so quickly. But he had learned from other alphas he’d spoken to that sometimes it just hits hard and fast and you have to strike before someone else does. Being an alpha was all about competition and dominance and finding the perfect mate that was just for you. Not that Arthur had that much experience with it, but it was coming rather natural. He held his bottle of water at the level of his knees and smiled to himself, keeping himself from staring at Gilbert and adding to the discomfort. “If you need to get back to your room, that’s fine. You don’t need to stick around if you have somewhere to be. I still recommend the shower, otherwise you’ll just walk around smelling like me, and I don’t know if that’s how you want Francis and Antonio to find out what happened.” Of course, Arthur didn’t mind if Gilbert smelled like him at all. Especially around other alphas. “If you want to stay here and rest for a bit longer, that’s fine too. I’m here until lunch and Francis will still be passed out wherever he ended up”


Gilbert: Gilbert tilted his head back a bit, letting his eyes lock on the ceiling for a moment as he thought. He wasn't all that concerned about whether or not Antonio or Francis knew, or how they found out. They'd find out soon enough, anyway, he didn't think it was something that could be easily hidden, since Francis was Arthur's roommate. Unless Arthur didn't want them to know about it, Gilbert didn't think it was worth the trouble of hiding it. He wasn't sure how this all was supposed to work, though, so he was trying to read Arthur on it, hoping to pick up the other's signals, but he'd never been particularly good at that. "I can hang out, like I said, my only class isn't until four, so I've got plenty of time." And he didn't feel very much like getting off the bed right that second, a little embarassed to acknowledge the mess he'd made of Arthur's bed the night before.


Arthur: He was surprised to hear that Gilbert decided to stay rather than make a quick escape. He was almost sure the other was going to want some time to himself to process. Or maybe Arthur was just thinking about what he would have done in Gilbert’s place. Regardless, he was glad the omega wanted to stay in his company and he turned his smile to Gilbert, reaching over to rest a hand on the other’s knee. “Sound good then. Are you feeling up to eating yet? I don’t have much I can make here…. Just some toast or a bagel with cream cheese…” Francis’ cream cheese, but Arthur did not really care. Nor did he really care about the mess from the previous night. Everything smelled like himself and Gilbert, and that made his alpha instincts very content.


Gilbert: He blinked, locking his gaze with Arthur at the contact, before shrugging, "A bagel would probably be fine..." He had heard the horror stories about Arthur's cooking of course, but had a feeling that he'd rather not find out for himself while he was hung over and even the scent of smoke could cause a problem. He shifted a bit under the blankets, ignoring the crusty feeling that clung to his thighs from dried fluids.


Arthur: Arthur nodded with another smile and stood, making his way to the kitchenette and digging a couple of bagels out of the breadbox and popping them in the toaster. Francis, in what the Frenchman had called a preemptive strike, had set the toaster on its lowest setting and then hid the knob somewhere, so Arthur had little choice but to settle for a very lightly toasted breakfast. As the bagels warmed, Arthur pulled out the cream cheese and dug around for other things that might work well on a bagel. “Let’s see… I have the cream cheese, raspberry preserve, a bit of apple jelly, peanut butter and… ooh, marmite. What would you like on yours?”


Gilbert: As Arthur got up, Gilbert leaned back against the pillows and rubbed at his eyes. The aspirin would be kicking in soon, he hoped, but until then he was on his own with the pain of his hangover. For a moment, he regretted having gone out to drink at all. It was a fleeting regret though, one he felt every time he woke up with a hang over. Watched Arthur, he supposed, this particular time could go in the 'I'm not sure' section for now. He couldn't deny, not even for a second, that he wasn't drawn to Arthur, that some part of him didn't have a problem playing the role his genetics had chosen for him with Arthur- but it was still hard for the rest of him to work with, so he didn't know how it would end up. Past experiance said Arthur would grow bored of him and discard him, even if he logically couldn't see the Alpha doing that, Arthur didn't strike him as the type. He blinked a few times at the question, coming out of his rather depressing thoughts, and for a second not sure what he'd been asked at all. "... Apple, please?" He was almost certain that had been in there, and he wasn't all that fond of marmite, so he'd take his chances.


Arthur: He pulled out the apple jelly for Gilbert and the cream cheese for himself just as the bagels popped out. They were not really toasted, more like warmed, but at least it had softened them up a bit. He put each of them on a napkin and spread the respective toppings over them. He was discovering that he really liked this part. He enjoyed taking care of Gilbert and tending to his needs, even if it was something as small as fixing a light breakfast or providing the last two aspirin. He hadn’t really expected that. With the bagels ready, he reclaimed his spot on the bed next to the omega and offered up the jelly covered item. “There you are. That should help with the hangover a bit too.” He took a healthy bite of his own.


Gilbert: Gilbert was less certain of how to feel about Arthur taking care of him. On one hand, it was very nice to have someone else caring about him- since Antonio and Francis didn't really count-, on the other hand, his pride was a bit bruised over this continued display of submission that he couldn't seem to shake. He took the bagel, and bit back a sharp 'I know how to take care of a hangover.', instead he took a big bite from the bagel, then rubbing at his temple with the heel of his palm again. "You don't have to be taking care of me like this, you know... Not that I don't appreciate it, but..." He chewed on his lip, and picked at the bagel, trying to figure out what was wrong with him that he was being so... so, omega-ish.

Normally, Gilbert knew how to behave in situations. It was usually the wrong way, because he'd grown so used to going out of his way to piss people off and do things his way, that he wasn't sure how to do things any other way. He'd never been in a real relationship, had never really thought of being in one, and so this was just so far out of his league he didn't know what to do. How did you explain to someone that you it wasn't that you didn't want to be taken care of (Because some part of him really, really did), but that you don't know how to let someone do so?

"It's alright. I'm just... not used to it." That was good, right? He rubbed at his eyes, feeling them stinging from the contacts he'd forgotten about. He blinked a few times, and let his gaze drift over the room looking for his discarded hoodie. After so many times of sleeping with the contacts in he could deal with them, but he'd learned to carry his case and things for them around with him. "Just go a bit slower, ja?"

He took the hoodie with a small, "Danke," and immediately dug around in the pockets until he felt the case and little bottle. He'd have to be careful getting back without the contacts. It shouldn't be too hard, since he knew the way, and could likely walk it, but he was a little mournful that he'd left his glasses at his dorm room. Maybe he could call Antonio and have him bring them over.. or Francis?

Blinking when he noticed Arthur trying to get a look at him. He lifted his gaze a bit to make it easier on the Alpha, and shook his head, a small smile on his face. "Nein, I slept with my contacts in."

He pulled the little red case out of his pocket, and held it up for the other to see. "I'll be fine once I get them out."

Arthur was not terribly convinced by Gilbert's assurance that he could make it back just fine. But again, he didn't really know how bad the German's eyesight, since that response hadn't really told him anything. And he had just said that he would back off stop trying to take care of Gilbert as much. He couldn't go back on that already. It had just been a few minutes. It was hard to fight the instincts that drove him to want to escort Gilbert back to his own dorm, though.

"Mmm, alright," he replied, trying not to sound concerned. "But if you would like me to walk with you there, you need only let me know."

He stood up from the bed, shoving the last of his bagel into his mouth and walking over to his closet to fish out some clothes for the day. He pulled out a pair of black slacks and a green collared shirt and vest. He was one of those that always dressed semi-formally for class, and since he still had one later that day, that was what he planned for. He really needed a shower first though. Though like Arthur had said, they really did have excellent water pressure in the dorm, the hot water did not always last. Which meant Gilbert would get the first shower. Arthur hung his selected clothes on the closet door handle and went to his drawers for underwear and socks. "Shower's all yours first. I've got a book that I want to finish really quickly for my class." It was a truthfull and easy excuse to let Gilbert go first.