forum Arthur and Mikhail

Started January 19, 2019 by Deleted user

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Mikhail gently rubbed his back, glancing around them. "We should get going…"

Arthur shivered again, but nodded pulling shakily away to get to his feet.

Mikhail also stood up, holding Arthur's hand as they walked to his house.

Arthur leaned in close to Mikhail, feeeling guilty that he was the one that broke when Mikhail needed him.

Mikhail also leaned in close, feeling like he was going to collapse at any second. The pair finally made it to Mikhail's house and opened the door to see George looking very worried, instantly getting up and going over to Mikhail. "Mikhail! W-What happened? What did he do to you?"

Arthur found himself half leaning on and half supporting Mikhail as they walked, he didn't really comprehend the fact that they were headed back to Mikhail's house.

Mikhail didn't say anything as he headed upstairs, not wanting to talk as he went into his bathroom to get a first aid kit. He put some rubbing alcohol on a cotton ball then dabbed the cuts on his face, quietly wincing.

Arthur would've followed him, but he barely managed to make it to the couch before crumpling. Everything was still sore from the transformation, and he hated it.

George knelt down beside Arthur. "You okay?" Mikhail finished disinfecting all his wounds, sighing after he finished. He wrapped his left hand in gauze and put on a few bandages on his face so the cuts wouldn't get infected.

Arthur shook his head, still trembling as he remembered years of agony.

George looked worried again. "What happened?" He asked gently.

"I… I found Mikhail… tied up… in his dad's attic…." said Arthur, "I.. I got him out… but…" he trailed off, not wanting to try and explain.

"But what?" George asked gently, trying his best to comfort Arthur.

Arthur curled in on himself. "It..it's really hard to explain…" he said quietly, How do I explain that everything hurts when I'm uninjured?!

George looked a bit confused now. "Just forget about Mikhail for a second, explain what happened to you, not him."

"I.. I'm a Chaosae warrior…." he said softly, "But it wasn't supposed to happen… and.. other things happened…. and now all my magic is fucked… and whenever I tap into my chaos auras…. I transform… and… it hurts." he choked out that last part through tears.

"What's a Choasea warrior?" George asked gently, enveloping Arthur in a hug and gently rubbing his back.

"Supposedly they're….. a guardian of a powerful…. kind of magic…. the only one who can….. use it in…. an entire generation…" he said between tears. "This generation it happened…. just happened to be me…. and I hate it more than anything……"

"It's okay, it's fine. Is it like a monthly transformation?" George asked gently, letting Arthur cry.

"No…. it only happens when I try to use my powers…." said Arthur, starting to calm down a little, "Like when I actually try to protect people…."

"Well, it was very brave and nice of you to protect Mikhail." George mumbled.

"I would've done it anyway…." said Arthur quietly. "I just wish….." He took a deep breath trying to keep from breaking down again.

"I know, I know." George mumbled comfortingly. Mikhail quietly made his way downstairs and quickly stopped when he saw George comforting Arthur, he looked around awkwardly before quietly starting to head back up, not sure what to do.

Arthur saw Mikhail and pulled away from George just a little, before getting up to follow Mikhail.

George had a small smile on his face as he watched Arthur leave to follow Mikhail. Mikhail had already made it up to to his room, and thought he should maybe see if he had any serious cuts on his back. He took off his shirt and went into the bathroom so he could see his back better, sighing in relief when he didn't see any serious cuts.

Arthur poked his head up into the hall, tensing when he saw the many scars on the other's back, along with the fresh cuts. "Mikhail?" his voice was soft and tentative…

Mikhail quickly turned around when he heard his name, his face turning red as he quickly put his shirt on. "Y-Yea?"

"you ok?" asked Arthur quietly, seeming to shrink a little.

"Yep, why did you ask?" Mikhail asked, fiddling with his fingers which usually meant he was lying or just very nervous, it didn't seem to be the latter though.

"Just… everything…" said Arthur, leaning back against the wall.