forum Arthur and Mikhail

Started January 19, 2019 by Deleted user

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Arthur shyly followed him through town, trying to ignore whispers on how messed up he looked.

Mikhail looked up when he heard someone talking when he realized everyone were talking about Arthur, he took off his cloak and handed it to Arthur. "Here."

Arthur looked up in surprise, taking it gratefully, glad for the fact that he didn't have to be exposed.

Mikhail let his hair fall into his face in an attempt to hide his face as they walked made it to his house.

Arthur finally realized that Mikhail's hair was unlike anyone else's in the village, even more so than his own dark red brown hair.

Mikhail sharply knocked on the door to see if his dad was home or not and sighed in relief when he didn't hear a voice and walked into his house, holding the door open for Arthur.

Arthur followed him in shyly, careful not to disturb anything.

Mikhail let the door shut after Arthur had walked in and he went over to take out a first-aid kit to clean himself up.

Arthur watched him for a few moments before looking around, Why did I do this??? he asked himself,
I don't know.. that's your problem to figure out came the silent reply in the back of his head.

"Do you have any cuts that need to cleaned up?" Mikhail asked as he started cleaning the cut on the side of his forehead, wincing in pain every so often.

"I'm good…" said Arthur softly, "I usually heal pretty quick, and I don't usually get cuts that bad……"

"Lucky." Mikhail replied, quickly cleaning his wound. He found a ice pack and wrapped a piece of cloth around it before lightly putting it on the bruise on his jaw, wincing a bit more in pain. "If you want to hit the showers, they're upstairs, last door to the left."

Arthur nodded, carefully creeping upstairs at that. Finding the showers easily he let the hot water wash over him, washing a week's worth of grime out of his hair.

Mikhail kept the ice pack over his bruise as he went upstairs to change into other clothes.

After a good, long, hot shower Arthur felt that for once he had a mostly clear head as he got out, slipping into his old clothes, which weren't that bad after being in the river several times.

Mikhail quickly changed his clothes and walked out of his room, smiling at Arthur. "Do you want to borrow my clothes?"

"You've done enough…" said Arthur, brushing a lock of wet hair out of his face, a band of Violet, black and silver metal now clearly visible on his left wrist.

"Can I at least put your clothes in the washer?" Mikhail asked with a slight laugh, leaning against the door frame of his room and crossing his arms.

Arthur sighed, "Got anything I can borrow in the meantime?" he asked sheepishly, starting to relax a little.

"Yep, here." Mikhail signaled Arthur to come into his room and he opened his closet again. "You look about my size and I usually get over-sized clothes so take your pick."

Arthur nodded shyly, pulling out a hoodie and cargo pants, shedding his own vest as he went, before pausing to look at Mikhail nervously.

Mikhail quickly walked out the room and closed the door behind him, leaning against the wall and looking around. I hope dad won't be mad at me.

Arthur quickly got changed, blushing furiously as he came out with his clothes in hand., all but the metal band on his wrist, and the chain of an amulet showing around his neck.

Mikhail took the clothes and went to put them in the washer, humming a random song he knew.

Arthur flopped shyly on the couch downstairs, trying to make his face stop burning.