17. things you said that i wish you hadn't // also paging @ansburg as he asked for the same prompt (without a specific pairing though). set a couple of weeks before trespasser.
the anchor was killing him, she knew that much. there'd been too many restless nights where she'd hear arthur trying to muffle sounds of pain as their bedroom would flare up in that same sickly green glow that hung over them when the breach was open.
one night it was particularly bad; violent crackling and sparks jumping up and consuming parts of his left arm. josephine moved from her side of the bed to sit behind him, a hand rubbing his back as she watched the anchor flare up once again. his jaw clenched.
"we need to find you a healer. or something, i can tr-β
"i'll manage," he said through gritted teeth, interrupting her, "you needn't worry, josephine. i'll be fine." as he reached for a tincture of embrium, elderflower and oakmoss, her heart sank.
(when had someone ever been fine when they said that?)