a . griffiths (soundedfury) wrote in valesco, @ 2016-02-04 23:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | arista sykes, arthur griffiths |
ARISTA!
Artie had become very good at hiding his feelings of itchiness because of dirt or germs or unpleasant textures; it was when his own anxiousness or nerves caused his hands to tingle that he still struggled to hideaway. The Scottish National Team was gathered for their first set of promotion, which included interviews, autograph signings, and of course, the donning of the 1987 Team Scotland robes. Which all could have, and should have, been very exciting, but the fabric of a jersey that bore the name Griffiths caused his skin to burn. Artie hoped that his discomfort did not translate into the photos that were being taken, he tried his best, but his mind couldn't focus on the person in front of him as the name on his back felt as if it was crushing him to the ground with its weight.
He wasn't a Griffiths. The thoughts had plagued him since the revelation of his true birthright in Portugal, but this was the first time he had to wear the false name. The man who raised him and had posed as his father (or did he not have an idea? With how cold and distant Arthur Griffiths was, Artie could only assume he was well-aware) was not someone that Artie wished to continue to acknowledge, but it wasn't as if he wanted MacFarlan scrawled across his shoulders, either...
What's in a name? Plenty, apparently. As soon as the team was dismissed, Artie pulled the jersey over his head and crumbled it into his gym bag. He heard McCormack call out to him, but he hurried out of the press room. He and Arista were supposed to meet afterwards, and he really just---wanted to get everything out of his head.
"Sorry I ran out," he said as Arista approached their predetermined meeting place. Artie pushed off from the wall he had been leaning on, standing just outside the exit doors. He had left in such a rush that he'd left his regular cloak, and it was freezing out, so he'd been forced to linger inside. At least he hadn't lost all the excitement of the day; anticipating Arista always managed to make him smile. "I haven't seen that many Scots in one room in a long time."