forum Arthur and Mikhail

Started January 19, 2019 by Deleted user

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Mikhail quickly changed his clothes and walked out of his room, smiling at Arthur. "Do you want to borrow my clothes?"

"You've done enough…" said Arthur, brushing a lock of wet hair out of his face, a band of Violet, black and silver metal now clearly visible on his left wrist.

"Can I at least put your clothes in the washer?" Mikhail asked with a slight laugh, leaning against the door frame of his room and crossing his arms.

Arthur sighed, "Got anything I can borrow in the meantime?" he asked sheepishly, starting to relax a little.

"Yep, here." Mikhail signaled Arthur to come into his room and he opened his closet again. "You look about my size and I usually get over-sized clothes so take your pick."

Arthur nodded shyly, pulling out a hoodie and cargo pants, shedding his own vest as he went, before pausing to look at Mikhail nervously.

Mikhail quickly walked out the room and closed the door behind him, leaning against the wall and looking around. I hope dad won't be mad at me.

Arthur quickly got changed, blushing furiously as he came out with his clothes in hand., all but the metal band on his wrist, and the chain of an amulet showing around his neck.

Mikhail took the clothes and went to put them in the washer, humming a random song he knew.

Arthur flopped shyly on the couch downstairs, trying to make his face stop burning.

Mikhail threw the clothes into the washer then went downstairs, sitting down in a chair in-front of the couch. "So…"

Arthur looked up suddenly when he heard Mikhail, his dark green eyes betraying his nervousness.

"Ummm, do you wanna do something….?" Mikhail asked, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

Arthur shrugged, not sure what to say, or do, in this situation.

Mikhail looked around awkwardly, not sure what to do.

Arthur watched him shyly, fingering the chain of his amulet, which hung against his skin under the borrowed hoodie,

Mikhail wasn't sure if Arthur was going to ask about the door, if he had seen it, which was making him more nervous by the second. One of the sleeves of Mikhail's shirt slid off a bit, revealing even more cuts and scars.

Arthur noticed the scars almost immediately, but didn't bother saying anything, wondering if he should ask about that door he'd seen..

Mikhail didn't realize the sleeve had slipped down a bit. "Do you want to ask me anything?"

Arthur pulled his knees up to his chest, "well…" his voice was soft, "I did see you go through a weird door earlier…"

"Right, that… Well-um-what do you want to know about it?" Mikhail asked, fiddling with his fingers.

"Just what it was" said Arthur calmly, "And if it has anything to do with those scars on your shoulder…" he trailed off, hoping he hadn't gone too far.

Mikhail furrowed his eyebrows in confusion when he started talking about scars on his shoulder, making him glance at his shoulder and quickly pulling it up, blushing in embarrassment. "It was kind of like a portal, but in the shape of a door. It leads into a world which is like a safe haven for people like me."

"Doesn't seem so safe if you get hurt…" said Arthur quietly.

"Well, that was mostly because of my clumsiness and because of some fights that I got into." Mikhail muttered quietly.

"You don't really seem like the clutsy type…" said Arthur tilting his head.

"Well, I am." Mikhail replied, trying his best not to make eye-contact with Arthur.

Arthur watched him curiously, fairly certain that that statement was a half lie at best.

"You don't look you you believe me, do you want more proof?" Mikhail asked.

"It's ok.." said Arthur, "Who am I to ask… I'm just a rat from the woods…"