(Lol)
Mikhail had searched the building so many times he's lost count by now, making his heart pound louder in his ears. The whole building was on lock-down mode and he couldn't go outside, sighing as he leaned against the wall. Where is he? He didn't leave the building, did he? I'm going to have to wait so long to get out though….
Arthur lay there curled up in a ball. I trusted him! I-I told him everything… how could he betray me like this?! he thought, the mantra repeating in his mind as he sobbed.
Did he listen in on the conversation? Oh god, please don't tell me he did. But he should be able to tell I was lying, right? Right? Mikhail thought, sighing deeply as he sat down in a chair and stared blankly at the ground.
Arthur eventually fell asleep, too tired to think, and exhausted from the run. He didn't know or care where he was, as long as it was far away from Mikhail.
Mikhail wanted to strangle the person that had exited the place without being seen, now he had to stay here for the whole day. Everyone had now calmed down, except for a few people, and were back to their usual stuff. He saw his screen pop up again and informed him that he needed to get new armour then go on a small mission.
Arthur slept for several hours, before waking somewhere around 7PM, as soon as his head had cleared and he remembered what happened tears started to flow again. "I-I thought th-that I-I'd found peace…" he said quietly, his voice cracked an hoarse from sobbing.
Mikhail was almost like a robot the whole day, his mind only on Arthur and where he was and if he was okay. The only time he wasn't like a robot was during the mission, that was the one thing he knew how to do correctly according to him. He knew how to fight, how to kill, how to keep someone awake through hours of torment, etc.. Yet he didn't know how to take care of someone, or how to properly love someone.
Arthur tried his hardest to go back to sleep, wanting an escape from all of this. He contemplated finding a river and jumping in. He even contemplated jumping out of a tree and diving head first.
Mikhail glanced at the screen projecting gauntlets over his arms. The gauntlet was clearly made out of leather, since he wanted it to be light and not bulky (It looks like this but it's fingerless). He turned his arm around to get a good look at the whole thing, wondering if he really needed it.
Arthur lay there for, well, he didn't know how long. He knew he needed comfort, but the one person he'd finally found it with had betrayed him, so there was nowhere to go…
Mikhail decided he did need the gauntlet, buying only pair as he wondered how much longer he would have to wait before he could go home. His screen popped up again after the gauntlet disappeared, a video call from Alice.
Arthur lay on the ground, unresponsive to the world. He didn't want to think, he didn't want to move. His green eyes seemed clouded with hopelessness and despair.
Mikhail accepted the call and glanced at Alice who was in another part of the building. "What do you want?" He asked, looking annoyed.
"You don't look so good, do you?" Alice asked, looking a bit worried.
"Just get to the point."
"Fine, fine, put on your fancy clothes since we need to kill an aristocrat."
Mikhail sighed but nodded. "Okay, do we need dates or something like that?"
"Yes, and you're going to be my 'date.' "
Arthur eventually got up, wandering the woods until he ended up back on the edge of town. He didn't respond to anything as he wandered down the street. Soon he found himself back at the tavern. It dawned on him that Mikhail might be there. But he shrugged it off, needing something to numb the pain in his heart.
Mikhail chuckled. "Oh fun," He replied sarcastically before Alice smiled a little and ended the call. He went over to the bar in the building, it was still in lock down mode, and sat down the seat. "Give me the strongest you've got." He just wanted to forget about everything for once.
Arthur collapsed in one of the bar stools, paling when he recognized George, who was tending the bar. He hoped the man wouldn't question as he signaled for something to drink.
George walked over to the man who had collapsed into one of the bar stools and realized it was Arthur. "Strongest?" He asked, not wanting to question him yet.
Mikhail didn't question what was in the drink or who else was here as he downed it in one gulp, wincing a bit at the bitter taste.
"Please…" said Arthur, his voice hoarse and quavering.
If Mikhail dumped him, he's dead. George thought before nodding in reply and giving Arthur the strongest drink they had, the same one Mikhail had given him before.
Mikhail asked for another, knowing Alice might be looking for him. She doesn't even care about me that much, does she? I'm probably clinging onto her wayy to much.
Arthur took it gratefully, downing in a few gulps, starting on a fresh round of tears as he buried his face in his arms on the counter.
George felt his heart melt, not sure what he should do.
Mikhail had downed another 5 shots by now, the effects of alcohol taking over him now. He looked up to see a brunette making her way over to him, paling a bit when he realized it was Alice.
"Why are you drinking? You never drink," Alice demanded, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked at him.
"Why do you even care? Oh, wait, it's because we have a mission soon, right?"
Arthur stayed there, crying silently. It hurt. More than all the scars he hid. Somebody please just kill me… please…
"You're not thinking clearly, also yes, it is because of the mission. If we didn't have a mission right now, it's not like I would join you for a drink or two." Alice replied, glaring at him. "And if you don't get up right now, I will murder you."
Mikhail rolled his eyes, also glaring at her. "Just go, I'll come in a few minutes."
Arthur signaled for another drink. Not caring that he had no cash to pay. And definitely not caring that he was already a mess
George handed Arthur another drink, looking at him with sympathy. "What's wrong, Arthur?"
Alice sighed as she glanced at her watch. "Five minutes, Dean, after that you're dead if you're still here."
Mikhail waved her away, asking for another drink as he internally blamed himself for making Arthur leave.
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