note: omg it’s been a whole year since i posted….last year was absolutely awful but this year i’m really going to try to post more this year. anyway, enjoy!
are you sure?
you find yourself asking this question often—nearly every time you look at ARTHUR. when you first met he seemed almost impossible to read, trapped behind a thick wall of stoicism and commitment to duty. however the closer you two became, the more he began to soften. gone were the deep lines etched into his face or the harshness in his gaze, replaced instead with gentle half-smiles and loving glances. yet there’s a feeling that dwells in the back of your mind, hovering at the edge of every thought you have about him. why me? sure, you were the one who had approached him with your feelings first, but you hadn’t done it with the intention of this outcome, not really. in truth you just wanted to stop thinking about him the way you did. all it took was him mentioning that you seemed distracted on a mission once to send you into a spiral, ending with you determined to finally get him out of your head.
instead he’d ended up in your bed.
now, after all the time you’d spent together, you were still led back to that one question—are you sure? you were far from perfect and a lot more complicated than you’d ever admit, but he’d assured you none of that mattered. what was it that you were so worried about then? maybe it was the idea of losing him for good, or the thought that somehow it would be your fault if you did. but you had to believe him when he said he wasn’t going anywhere, and you had to trust that he would do everything he could to make the life you’d envisioned for yourselves come true. and most importantly of all? you had to believe him when he said that he was always sure.
