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Arthur loves the night. The air is still, like it has been during the day these past few hellish weeks, but blessedly cool instead. He has peace to think and space to walk and the cats are out, so what more could he need? The stars glimmer overhead like so many eyes, his only witnesses. There’s the barest hint of light in the east. Arthur takes a deep breath and just stops on the corner, allowing himself to feel. He hears a clatter from a few houses down and looks over in time to see a small figure slinking out of the shadow of some bins. “Hey, lovely,” he murmurs, clicking his tongue softly as he strides over. When he re

Arthur loves the night. The air is still, like it has been during the day these past few hellish weeks, but blessedly cool instead. He has peace to think and space to walk and the cats are out, so what more could he need? The stars glimmer overhead like so many eyes, his only witnesses. There’s the barest hint of light in the east. Arthur takes a deep breath and just stops on the corner, allowing himself to feel. He hears a clatter from a few houses down and looks over in time to see a small figure slinking out of the shadow of some bins. “Hey, lovely,” he murmurs, clicking his tongue softly as he strides over. When he re

(Hi, sorry, minor language here - f-word used like twice or 3 times - but I didn't wanna put an official warning so there you've been warned!) "Hi there! How can I help you?" Gilbert broke off from his conversation with Elizaveta to meet pretty purple eyes. He couldn't help but to stare a little bit. The waitress, Madeline, her tag said, had a lovely round face. Chin-length blond hair framed it, waving slightly. Part of it was tied back behind her head, and one flyaway strand looped in front of her face. It bobbed softly as she breathed. Round glasses perched on her straight nose, and those violet eyes twinkled behind them. She wore a short

Arthur had never been this deep in the forest before. He had passed familiar territory an hour ago, but his curiosity drove him on. Something had happened a few days ago, a sound like an explosion in the middle of the worst thunderstorm he could remember. The forest had become a solace to the Brit, far from his homeland in the middle of nowhere, America, and he wanted to make sure nothing bad had happened to it. He took another swig from his water bottle and sighed. He’d already been walking for over two hours, and the sun had just passed its highest point in the sky. If he didn’t find anything soon, he’d have to turn back-