He shrugged. Thinking about Arien sort of just filled him with disgust. The way Rafael had let Arien treat him was ridiculous, and highly embarrassing. Even if the other would kill him for leaving, he didn’t care, he just couldn’t stand being there anymore.
((Question I probably should’ve asked first….in what ways can they break the spell?))
(1. Cliche kiss)
(2. Rafael realized what going on)
(3. They force Elliot to lift it)
Francis pressed his lips together.
"I see." He grabbed ahold of Rafael's arm. "Then why don't we go explain this to Arien, hm?"
He let out another long sigh. “It’s not like you’re going to give me a choice anyway, so why bother asking.”
((Great. I’m already missing the fluff and I have many regrets :’) ))
(SOMEONE NEEDS TO MURDER ELLIOT Silently volunteers to do it)
(don forget this want my idea!)
(I will help)
Francis scowled some. He held onto Rafael's arm, walking side by side with him back towards Arien's place.
"You're lucky it wasn't me who took you take night. Unlike Arien, I actually would kill you for this."
((I know that’s the worst part ;-;))
((yes we don’t stan Elliot in this household))
He scowled as well. “Threatening me now, really? I’m sure Arien wouldn’t like that.” He said, his tone pretty much flat. He really just didn’t seem to care.
(Sharpens daggers and preps murdery charas for storming the fourth wall)
"Which is why he won't know about this particular conversation." Francis held together on to Rafael's arm, just barely not enough to break any bones as they walked. Something was definitely wrong here.
(Please have someone mention elliot please! Edit: If I'm bugging you feel free to tell me to shut up. I'm just wayyy too invested in this.)
He fell into an annoyed silence, letting the other drag him along. His mind was still stuck a bit on the coffee shop though. Something about it bothered him, and he felt the answer so close but he couldn’t quite figure it out.
(Yes someone is definitely going to but it'll take a bit <3)
(Also I don't mind at all! I enjoy seeing that people are interested in the story!)
Francis led Rafael back to Arien's home. He opened the door, bringing Rafael inside. Arien looked up, letting out a soft gasp.
"Rafael!" He ran over, hugging the man. "I was so scared, w-why didn't you tell me you were leaving..?"
((To go off what Swim said, it’s great to see people taking an interest, it makes me happy :) ))
((Welp time for me to c r y. Why do I do this to my self :’) ))
He stiffened a bit when Arien’s arms wrapped around him. He awkwardly patted the other on the back. “Great, you delivered me back, can you go now?” He said, addressing Francis.
Arien was more than shocked at Rafael's reaction to the hug. He pulled back a bit.
"What- what's wrong?" Arien asked softly. He didn't know what was going on, and it was starting to scare him a bit. Francis let go of Rafael's arm, silent. Still, he didn't leave, watching to make sure everything went okay.
((Yep I’m crying))
“I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to stay with you anymore.” He said, getting right to the point, his arms crossed over his chest.
Arien's eyes widened.
"W-what..?" Arien teared up, taking a step back.
"R-Rafael, what– we just–" Arien let out a soft sob. He knew it, he knew someone would happen. He… Oh god. Francis narrowed his eyes.
((I hate this))
And Rafael just didn’t care. But hearing Arien cry and be in pain, and knowing he was the one that caused it just felt so…wrong.
(me too)
"I-I…" Arien looked away, trying to keep himself from crying and failing.
"If t-that's what you want…" How could he have been such a fool? He should have realized it wasn't real. How could someone like Rafael ever love him? He took another step back, unable to hold back his sobs as he left the room. Rafael, he'd- he'd promised, though, and that just made it all worse.
(I'm not crying you are!!!)
((I’m literally about to cry in the car right in front of my parents fml))
“Great, now that that’s over with can I go home?” He asked, turning to Francis.
Francis scowled deeply. He grabbed Rafael's arm, dragging him outside and closing the door.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" He demanded, shoving Rafael against the wall.
((Hhhhhh I want the fluff back already ;-;))
“I just don’t like him!! It’s not my fault he took it so hard! None of this would’ve been a problem if he hadn’t taken me in the first place!” The words didn’t feel like something he’d say. ‘Arien….’ he missed him. ‘That’s stupid don’t you hate him??’ He wasn’t so sure about anything anymore, and it showed.
(NUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!! Stalks off to murder elliot)
"Thing is, I know Arien. He'd only react like this if you got him to open up his heart to you. Do you think it's funny, to get someone to open up to you after years of loneliness and heartbreak, just to break him to smithereens?!" Francis spat at the porch floor.
"You disgust me."
“I-I…” He didn’t know what to say, his brow furrowing in confusion, this felt so wrong. All of it. It felt like he was dying, that part of him that deeply loved Arien trying to resurface.
"What, feeling guilty? It's too late now. You've already done the damage." Francis let go of Rafael, taking a step back.
"The only reason you aren't dead right now is because I know Arien would have me if I hurt you. Even if you don't, he still cares about you." Francis turned away.
"This is what you wanted, right? Then run off to your fucking home and forget every way you've hurt Arien."