Everyone eventuelly returned, and Arthur got taken care of immediately. (Y/N) also got a quick check on her ear and her wrists, and a new shirt. The fact that all kinds of human beings were in this obscure but somehow loving family, was fascinating. There was someone, who worked as a doctor before joining. (Y/N) believed that it was the same guy that welcomed her on the very first day, the very first moment she entered. It was kind of funny. The guy that guided her through the beginning of everything, was now taking care of the man, that (Y/N) ever truly felt in love with and loved. She kneeled next to a shirtless Arthur, whose wounds were carefully treated with her attention. She held his hand all the time, while he laid there with closed eyes. A quick glance around the crowd made her remember something.
"I'll be right back, baby. You are doing great."
Arthur just answered with a consent hum and squeezed her hand tight right before letting go.
With a slow walk, she got closer to Dustin. Stella was by his side, like she always was. When he spotted her, he gave all of his attention to (Y/N). She grabbed both of his hands and looked him deep in his eyes.
"You saved my life."
Dustin smiled and they both suddenly were thrown back to the old times. When they both worked together as colleagues, friends. They grew up together, and look were they are now. It was kind of funny.
"Thank you, Dusty."
Dustin laughed at the nickname. He rembered how they would always joke around with it. Dustin you look dusty today. He would always go off on her, when she said that.
"It was the least I could do."
Pulled in a tight hug, Dustin felt like a hero. His clumsy and child-like personality always did, but today was different.
With that, the token of thanks ended and they both separated again. (Y/N) and Dustin exchanged one more look, until they both returned to their darlings.
Arthur now had a bandage around his shoulder, and the blood got cleaned away. Again, she kneeled down and cupped his cheek.
"How are you doing?"
"Better...Much better.", he tuned his head and kissed her palms. He suddenly noticed the blood and examined it further.
"How are you doing?", Arthur asked in a worried, yet comedic tone.
"I hurt myself...Well, by accident. My ear was bleeding, but it's nothing tragic."
Arthur stood up and took her hands.
"Come, (Y/N)...", he said in such a sweet, calm and genuine way.
"Come...", that world alone caused chills to spread around her whole body.
What a word. Having so many facets. Care. Lust. Command. So many meanings, within only four letters. And the past part is, you never know, which facet is in use right now. Same thing right now. Arthur guided her through the crowd. Hands locked together and fingers intertwined. But where to? Probably his room. What are they gonna do there. That's the question.
"Come...Come"
But (Y/N) didn't care right now. She was too enchanted by the low voice of Arthur in front of her. How his tenor sounds stroked her head from the inside. They echoed through her ears and head.
"I'm coming."
They finally got past the blood stained part of the stairs, that sperated stairs from the actual room. Paul's now finally dead body was thrown out. Like a parasite that was finally removed.
"Come...(Y/N), my baby. Come..."
The heavy door closed and as soon as they were alone again, Arthur smashed their lips together, without being aggressive at all. It was quite the opposite. The kiss was long, slow and full of passion. While (Y/N) played with his green curls at the back of his head, Arthur slowly broke the kiss as he carefully took her hand to his mouth. What he did next was in a way seductive, but (Y/N) felt like he meant it in a caring and comforting way. He started to lick the blood off of her hands. Just like a dog mother, who is trying to take care of her pups. (Y/N) watched him in amazement. His tounge gently swirled around her palms, trying to keep her calm. Their eyes never left each other. Arthur finuished off by sucking on her thumb like a toddler. And by her facial expression, he could tell that she liked it. So he took it a step further.
With a tight grip on her hand, he moved his head right to the wounded ear and repeated the process, trying to soothe the pain with his tongue. Even though, there was no serious pain, (Y/N) thought that this was the treatment she never knew she needed. She felt like she was starving before receiving this special affection. And now, he fed her with the feeling of it.
She held his head and rested her arms on his shoulder, she was daring to fall down, because her knees were getting weak from the sensation of his tounge on her ear. She gained a little hiss from him.
"Sorry...sorry, Arthur...", she apologised for hitting his wounds.
"Shhhh...it's ok,sweetheart."
He continued working on her ear, and when the still warm liquid entered his mouth, he tasted the familiar taste of metal again. Arthur liked the taste of blood, and the fact that it was (Y/N)'s blood made it even better.
After some while, they found themselves laying on the bed again. Both of them covered under the sheets, that protected them from the cold, and everything bad. It was just them, in their world. And nobody else but them could understand what everything was about. Because this was their creation. Just like abstract art. She was the sun in his rainy life, and he was the rain in her dried out forest. They lifted each other up, helped and respect each other. They needed each other. Both of them were living in each other's hands. They built a Symbiosis together. Both of them profiting from each other, no one having to her for anything, because they both knew, when something was off. The Symbiosis of (Y/N) was an undiscovered phenomenon, that only they would ever know about. Ever.
A life in complete harmony, yet in an uncontrollable chaos, was all they ever wanted in life. Their symbiosis fit in together like the last piece of a puzzle. And dare somebody disrespect that symbiosis. But that was irrelevant. Because nobody could ever. And nobody dared.
So Arthur and (Y/N) just laid there. Enjoying each other's company, warmth and comfort.
It was beautiful. A piece of abstract Art. Created by them. Signed by them. Understood by them.
Them and only them. Forever.
