#c;arthur

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Lottie wasn’t use to snow. She lived in Louisiana were snow happened once in a blue moon and it never actually stuck to the ground. So this random winter wonderland was exciting yet freezing. She had a pink hoodie on with black skinny jeans with cute fuzzy boots because who packs for winter when its summer? Deciding to take a walk in the park, it was already fairly cold and her pinks were a soft pink hue from the cold. Her hands were held out as she tried to catch snowflakes when she saw a familiar knight in shining armor. 

“Arthur!” The blonde called out, beginning to shuffle over to him, slipping and nearly falling every few seconds as she tried to keep herself steady on slick ground she had yet to get use to.

@wartydragon

Arthur hadn’t actually planned to follow the man.

At least, that’s what he told himself.

It had started as a coincidence—really, it had. He had just been walking, minding his own business, when he spotted him again. The same man he had seen earlier with Tina. The one who had laughed softly at something she’d said, the one who had stood just a little too close, the one who, quite frankly, was very hard to ignore.

Arthur had noticed him immediately back then, and not just because of the whole mysterious connection to Tina thing. No, the man had a presence. The kind that made people glance twice without meaning to. Confident, composed… and, annoyingly, attractive.

So when Arthur saw him again, something in his brain had just… clicked.

And before he could stop himself, he was following him.

Not in a creepy way. Well—no, actually, definitely in a creepy way. But in Arthur’s defense, he hadn’t meant for it to become that. He had simply wanted to figure out what the connection was. What did this man have to do with Tina? With James? Was he part of the whole… confusing situation Arthur had been obsessing over?

His curiosity had gotten the better of him.

Now here he was, half-hidden behind a bush like a cartoon character with zero self-awareness, peeking through the leaves while trying to remain as inconspicuous as humanly possible—which, unfortunately, was not very inconspicuous at all. Every time the man slowed down even slightly, Arthur froze, holding his breath as if that would somehow make him invisible.

“This is fine,” he whispered to himself under his breath. “This is completely normal behavior.”

It was not.

He leaned a little to the side to keep the man in view, pushing a branch away from his face—only for it to snap back lightly against his cheek. Arthur winced, silently cursing his luck, and adjusted his position again.

And that was when everything went wrong.

The man suddenly stopped.

Arthur’s stomach dropped.

Then, slowly, deliberately, he turned around.

Directly toward him.

Oh no.

Arthur’s brain short-circuited. For a split second, he considered staying perfectly still. Maybe—just maybe—he hadn’t been seen. Maybe if he didn’t move, this could still be salvaged.

But the man’s gaze locked onto the bush.

There was no salvaging this.

In a burst of panic, Arthur practically launched himself out from behind the bush before the man could say anything, leaves clinging to his clothes as he stumbled forward, hands raised slightly like he’d just been caught committing a crime.

“Hello!” he blurted out far too loudly, his voice cracking just a little. “My name is Arthur—Arthur Rasa. I, uh… was wondering who you are and ended up following you.”

He froze for half a second, realizing what he had just admitted.

“Not that I wanted to be a stalker!” he added quickly, words tumbling over each other in a frantic rush. “I mean, I didn’t want to follow you—it just sort of happened. I was curious! About you. And—uh—”

Arthur stopped abruptly, his face flushing as the full weight of his rambling hit him.

“…forget I said that,” he muttered, looking anywhere but at the man in front of him, suddenly very interested in a completely unremarkable patch of ground.

Archeuid wasn’t the type to interfere with human affairs. She had her own agenda. But something in her heart felt like whatever they were doing was wrong. Before she even thought about the consequences she pucnhed the stranger who was taunting Arthur. She unclenched her fists before turning around. “Are you okay?” 

Eric was in the main hall, he was sneaking off to the bathroom. He was breaking some rules as he entered but he just needed some space. He couldn’t imagine how Arthur was feeling, he was just wanted to be free. He was surprised as he pbumped into the other. 

“Oh sorry I have-” His eyes widened. “Wow ou are really dressed to the nines.” 

[x]

The sound of the waves were barely audible due to everyone having fun. There was a group in front of her who were carrying the kind of energy that usually within herself, they were laughing, someone was already too drunk. Which meant, in Pippa’s point of view, that they’d be too drunk to remember what would happen in the next hours, and even if that was how she’d deal with situation while she was feeling sad, Pippa would do her best to have fun and still allow herself to remember that night. With the bottle of champagne still on her hand, her first familiar figure was smaller than her, but still he had the appearance that he’d grow faster, wrapping her arms around David’s shoulder and placing a kiss on his cheek, she asked where his brother was, soon receiving an answer in return and making her way until Arthur, with a smile on her lips, one that would appear quite easily whenever she was around him. “Hey... here we are again. And I promise I wasn’t stalking you, I saw David with his friend and I thought it wouldn’t hurt to annoy you during New Year’s eve as well. I think it’s safe to assume you’ll see my face during holidays from now on.” She joked, blaming the champagne for whatever would ocme out of her lips.