The Gangs all Here

                It was quiet, a deep breath left the wraith, which seemed impossible, yet there was the small puff of something akin to when you breathed out during the freezing cold.

He was simply sitting himself on the couch, waiting for someone to get up, someone to stir so he could start making breakfast. This road was VERY patchy, and he couldn’t help his rise of anger here and there, but he was trying.

Arthur wasn’t flinching every time he saw him so that was a bonus. He quietly turned a page of the book he was reading before he felt it, Vivi stirring, he could just feel it in his anchor. He ‘stood’ floating quietly as he made his way to Vivi’s bedroom, knocking on the door quietly before willing it to open quietly.

5am

you're a lost soul, like streetlights in the suburbs or midnight thunderstorms or old 90s songs. you're hard to read because you keep things to yourself. your heart can feel like a permanent liminal space like a train station at 5am. you're probably nocturnal because you find that darkness makes you want to write and paint and do things you're usually nonchalant about. you're always looking for things that make you feel alive, and probably identify with lonely neon cities and 80s aesthetics. few know it, but you're a treasure trove of wisdom, kindness and imagination.

Tagged by: @viviskull​

Mystery understood the hesitation. Things weren’t the same after the incident inside that cave especially between these two particular boys. They never brought up the subject even after he’d been discharged from the hospital. Lingering feelings kept them from initiating anything within their close proximity. 

They hadn’t shared this much space together in a long time. One eye peered up to the blonde then it closed again. 

“Sure…just make sure you don’t get cold…” 

             He shifts and flops himself over, pulling Mystery to lay upon his lap and chest, feeling a bit tense still, but he shifted a bit, and snuggled up to his old friend, quietly beginning to pet him.

‘ Naw, I won’t. You’re pretty warm. ’ He mumbled softly gently rubbing between the ears, knowing that was a pretty good spot.

             He knew his buddy needed it now, once upon a time he was thick as thieves with the puppy, always spending the night and such. After the incident, his body froze up whenever he saw the dog, unsure why.

A shift though, he didn’t need to be afraid, Mystery needed him.

Silently he hugged the other around the fluff of his neck, and buried his face against that soft fur.

Lewis comes in rushing forward, hefting Arthur high in the air.

‘ HERE WE COME! ’ ‘ PUT ME DOWN! ’

‘ I WANNA SEE MY BABY BOYS! ’ 

‘ Here we are! ’

“You’re a LIAR!”

With another howl, Lewis whirled and threw Arthur, not caring where he landed. Only that he threw him with all his might, all his anger and emotion. Heart beating wildly on his chest, cracks still spiderwebbing across it. Almost… as if it were threatening to break.

But Lewis didn’t care, couldn’t care. Not when the man that had killed him stood alive and well, right in front of him.

“YOU TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME!”

                     Though, if given a deeper look, Arthur wasn’t exactly in prime condition at all, he shifted a bit as he tried to sit up from where he’d been thrown against the garage wall, a few tools landing nearby with loud metallic clangs.

He hissed out a bit sitting himself up, glancing up and over with exhausted eyes before ducking and hiding from the roar.

                   ‘ I’m sorry.... I’d take it all back if I could! I wish it was me! I wish I had disappeared! ’ He choked out, tears welling in his eyes as he hid himself curling up into a semi fetal position, choking back on his own tears as he coughed out and hiccupped.

Her hands were quick to slither underneath his remaining flesh arm.  “I can’t make any promises.”  She gently muttered back.  Giving his arm a tug, Vivi let out a soft hum.  “We’re gonna get you out of this cold garage.  Okay?  Fall’s the worst when it comes to flu season.”

“Do I ya need a lift, or are you okay with standing on your own?”  She asked.  “We just need to get you inside and in on the couch.  It’s a little too cold in here, even for you.”

           He let out a slow blink as he tried to figure out what she was trying to say, quietly shifting and sitting up with her tugs and stretching a bit. “I can stand, not that tired.” He said with a meek laugh, he’d BEEN that tired before, so her concern was valid.

“I just wanted to finish the rework on it, as it got kinda screwed up in that last place we went...”

He paused to stretch a bit arching his back and rotating slightly back and forth to wake himself up a bit more, before slumping against her as she guided him out of the garage.

‘ I don’t like sleeping too long, just... a nap is fine for now. ’ He tried to assure, the nightmares had been picking up a bit harder than normal, they always did this time of year, it sucked.

A bony fist gathered itself in the front of Arthur’s jacket and lifted, heat so intense as he got eye to eye that the human among them might just burst into flames as well.

He wanted to talk. Fine. He could talk.

“What more needs to be talked about, ARTHUR? I think you made yourself pretty clear when you pushed me off that cliff so you could get with Vivi.”

“I know you were making googly eyes behind my back. I just thought you’d be more UP FRONT and not stoop so low as to MURDER.”

              He let out a yelp as he was lifted, squirming a bit oh so not used to this sort of thing! He gulped soft and let out a whine before he tried to pull himself up to be able to speak, was that what he thought?

‘ I’m NOT with Vivi, I never made those sort of eyes behind your back! And you should know me better, I am your best friend! I didn’t even know you were dead, all I remember was feeling sick, that night... then, not being myself, and waking up with my arm ripped off! ’ He squeaks out.

            Queue the very slowly rising but eventually loud shrieking as Arthurs brain turns on the panic mode.

A slow tired blink as he sits himself up a bit, pausing and staring down at the hand he had been working on, the majority of it put back together, but he had to stop like four times, due to the fact he messed up 1 piece so another didn’t fit.

          Heavily he shifted and sighed out leaning forward and leaned against the table tiredly, the cool of the metal table feeling nice against his exhausted eyes and cheek.