forum Arthur and Mikhail

Started January 19, 2019 by Deleted user

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Arthur shook his head, draining half of it before burying his face in his free arm. He wished he had died when Shadowfang took over.

George glared heavily at a man who was looking impatient and gave him a drink before walking over to Arthur. He knelt down in front of him and looked at him. "Oh come on, what's wrong? Did Mikhail dump you?"

Arthur stiffened when George mentioned Mikhail, not wanting to tell him about Mikhail's job if he didn't already know. "N-No…" he choked out, uncertainty clouding his judgement.

"Then what else?" George asked, looking a bit confused now.

Mikhail didn't even stop the man that had sat down next to him and put a hand on his thigh. "You look lonely, what's your name?"

Arthur shook his head, looking up only to drain the glass of alcohol before going back to a fresh round of tears.

George didn't fill up another glass and looked up, signalling everyone that they should leave or else he will kick them out. "Arthur…"

Mikhail downed another glass or two before looking at the man. "Mikhail, what about you?"

"Jake."

Arthur shook his head again, seeming to shrink into himself.

George pulled up a chair and sat down next to him. "You can't just drink your grief away, it's not going to work."

"Nice name, so, what do you want from me?" Mikhail asked, knowing no one came up to him unless they needed something.

"Not really, just want to talk to someone."

Arthur didn't answer, not knowing if he could tell George about Mikhail's job, or if he even wanted to talk in the first place.

"If you're going to be like this, I'm willing to stay here the whole night." George mumbled, resting his head in his hand as he looked at Arthur.

Arthur still didn't react, lost in his own pool of thoughts and emotions. Hurt, Betrayal, Loyalty, Confusion, it was all there.

George stayed right where he was, sighing deeply as he looked around. Why are kids so stubborn these days?

Mikhail didn't honestly remember how, but he was making out with Jake in a closet with his arms wrapped around him. Why am I kissing him? Why is he kissing me?

(BETRAYAL!!!)
Arthur eventually moved, going to hug George. he wasn't sure about talking but he needed something to ease the pain in his heart.

(I know, but Mikhail is kind of very drunk and he just needed something to forget about Arthur for now)

George made a small sound of surprise but didn't object, hugging Arthur as he gently rubbed his back to calm down.

Mikhail let out a sound of surprise when he was pushed against the wall, wanting to pull away.

(BETRAYER!!! Plus if they do anything and Arthur runs into him soon enough after, then Arthur will be able to smell it. So….)
Arthur hugged the other tightly, as if clinging to a lifeline. Things were so messed up. HE was so messed up. He needed things to get better. And fast.

(They won't, trust me)

George rested his head on the others shoulder, letting him cry if he wanted to.

Mikhail pushed him away, panting lightly as he looked at the ground. "I-I'm sorry, I can't…" He mumbled, opening the closet and walking into a bathroom so he could make himself look more proper before he went to Alice.

(Good. Now he needs to fix shit with arthur.)
Arthur stayed like that for a long time. Eventually passing out in the other's arms.

(Lol I know)

George was a bit surprised when the other had fell asleep and picked him up, he was pretty strong from having multiple laboring jobs.

Mikhail still hadn't left, leaning against the wall as he stared at the ground. "This is all my fault…"

Arthur slept peacefully, nothing seeming to be wrong with his world at all. Though this was partially due to the fact that he was too tired to even have nightmares.

George set him down in Mikhail's bed and covered him with a blanket before heading to his own room, yawning a bit.

"All my damn fault. Am I going to lose Dad too?" Mikhail quietly mumbled to himself, wanting this to be over already.

Arthur curled up under the blanket, calming at Mikhail's scent in the room.

(Okay then)

Mikhail sighed in relief and almost immediately left the building when they were allowed to leave, wanting to go home and sleep. He had kidnapped a bratty aristocrat, knocked out a good amount of people, threatened the aristocrat for a few minutes before she finally caved in. While being a bit tipsy, what fun.

Arthur was still out like a light in Mikhail's bed, and wouldn't wake up for ages.