Impulsive

Friends

(Chapter summary: Meeting new people, Arthur's favorite thing in the world.)

(The self harm in this part is mainly skipped, it's harder than I thought to try and keep Arthur's personality close to cannon but also work in self harm.

Also, this is 1,215 words long.

Also also, I'm trying to update this as much as I can.

Enjoy!)

 

Arthur’s wrists thumped, his knees burned. He smiled sadly down at his arm and looked up, huffing out a laugh.

 

“Lucky I have a long sleeve shirt.” His sad smile fell and was replaced with a frown. “Somethings wrong with me.” He smiled again and laid back down, pulling up his sleeves and grunting as it rubbed uncomfortably on his cuts and bites.

 

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Arthur woke up and rubbed his face, his knees and wrists burned.

 

He furrowed his brows and grumbled, “goddamnit, why Arthur? Why? Now you’re gonna have to be extra, extra, careful.”

 

With care and effort, he sat up and tried to rub the kinks out of his neck.

 

‘What was I thinking?’ He closed his eyes and breathed in.

 

‘What would Graham, Watts, and Fran think of me? Would they send me away?’ Arthur snapped open his eyes, he whispered, “they wouldn’t leave me, they couldn’t leave me” over and over until he breathed in, then out until he was mostly calm.

 

‘They wouldn’t care anyways, I’m a test subject from the sound of it.’ He sighed and looked around.

 

The walls of the room were washed out, the once bright colors were chipped. The wardrobe on the opposite side of the room was shiney and dark, polished recently. The floors were concrete with the exception of an old, itchey, rug, it was one of those wound rope rugs, it was washed out as well, pale purple, pale red, and pale blue. There was a desk too, it had no chair, three drawers were on either side all protected with locks. The soft glow from the sun made the pale walls look perfect, the floating bits of dust made the room feel magical. He’s never tried to take the room in before, afraid of getting attached. Arthur laid his hands in his laps and breathed in, the air felt thick and tasted old, the wood smell reached his nose making him think of the Garden District, the air there was thin, natural, the flowers and the long grass felt lovely against his hard worked legs, he remembers it so distinctly.

 

He wanted to go back there.