zeroroheichou replied to your post:pst you guys should send me msa writing prompts so...
either ghost Arthur or mute Arthur ple ase
welp can't say no to the lovely hei. one ghost arthur coming up!
Rise and Shine
Arthur remembers his mum telling him when he was very young that the first thing we see in this world is light, that our eyes open up and we can't help but cry because it's too new and too big for our muddled brains to do anything but react. Because there's nothing more amazing and awful to give someone than life, and even then we knew that.
To him, it seems awfully fitting the first thing he sees when he dies is black. Dark sheaths of emptiness like abysses on all sides. It feels like water but tastes like time and forever is suddenly more than a word. It's everything.
So he doesn't know how long it is before he sees a spark travel up his hand. A lone pinprick like the forgotten firecracker left on the drive that suddenly validates the weight of the nothing around him. Almost as if he had become a dwarf star finally glimpsed by astronomers that cry out 'wow!' And that one feeling is enough to set his whole arm aflame, make him open his eyes and beam.
It feels like a dream. Or maybe a nightmare.
The reality around him feels more unreal than the lack of it. The fog that pools on his shoulders and twists around his toes. The soft keening of bats and other things no one knows. Voices of songs cut off for not being the right tempo, wearing yellow like a badge of pride over sheet-like faces with kind eyes and it eases the ache in Arthur's heart.
He looks down at it. People always did say it was on his sleeve but it seemed they were wrong because it's floating above his chest. Moves with each unneccesary breath and seems to pound with something stronger than beats. The sheets of other ghosts bounce along as if it were a song. An anthem.
He cradles it in his hands and finds it's a locket, and the click of the latch shows a happy couple, a girl dressed in blue pulling down her taller boyfriend soaked in purple, blushing and caught mid-laugh. Arthur doesn't know who they are just yet, but he knows enough not to look. As if merely viewing it took something out of him.
He puts it back, focuses on his fuzzy past that comes back to him in random spurts of memory like ink from a pen. His last name is Kingsman and his uncle's a dick, he's got a degree in applied mathematics just for the heck of it, he's jealous of Lewis. The rest of him isn't there yet but he knows that.
Later, he finds it's all he knows.
