forum I Just Want A Cute Romance RP That Won't Die In A Week IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK FOR??

Started February 26, 2019 by @Elder-God-Jacks347

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"I've already lived through hell… All I have to remember is the real thing was worse than any dream…" said Arthur softly, having gotten used to ending up in a nightmare alone.

"Oh no, this would be worse. So much worse. I would know." He shuddered slightly.

"How could it be worse?" asked Arthur.

"Lots of ways." That I can't explain without getting PTSD flashbacks…

Arthur sighed. "Still can't be any worse than what I've lived through…"

"That's what you think." He glanced at him, just watching him.

"Have you ever lived through twelve years of more or less constant torture within your own mind?" He asked flatly, his eyes showing a flash of intense pain as he sat up. "Watching your younger twin develope permanent trauma and fear from just seeing your face, and being completely helpless to do anything about it?"

"Not twin but a younger sibling, yes." He snapped. "You're not the only one who has gone through trauma, kid."

Arthur sighed, "I know that, but that doesn't mean it hurts any less."

"I didn't say it would but it doesn't mean no one else has gone through it." He rolled his eyes with a scoff.

Arthur sighed. "Thanks for waking me…" he said quietly, not meeting the other's eyes, "and saving my hide…"

"What did you think I was going to do? Just leave you there to die?" He raised an eyebrow at him.

"Anyone else would've" said Arthur. "I guarantee it."

"Well I'm not anyone. I'm me." He shrugged.

Arthur had to crack a weak smile at that.

His lips twitched up into a slight smile but only for a second before it dropped again. He didn't really smile much.

Arthur's eyes dropped back to the ground. "So…. you actually gonna try and sell me off?" he asked, his voice quiet.

"Nah, probably not. Someone like you could be useful." He shrugged.

Arthur frowned, but was visibly relieved at that.

"It's be like selling my own brother." He muttered under his breath. It was scary how much he looked like Jaxon.

Arthur gave him a confused look, "What….?"

"Nothing, nothing." He stared at the wall across from them. "It's nothing."

Arthur frowned, studying the other, "It didn't sound like nothing…"

"Don't worry about it." He instantly dismissed it. He hated confrontation.

Arthur frowned even more, his instincts saying that something was wrong, but he didn't say anything more.