I Just Want A Cute Romance RP That Won't Die In A Week IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK FOR??

Arthur relaxed little at the words, only just able to register them. I still need to get out ofhere ASAP… he thought.

"Until then, we'll wait for him to come around." His eyes flicked to Arthur, watching him carefully.

Arthur finally gave up, and let his body take over as the impending weight of darkness he'd been fighting enveloped him.

Ryder sighed, pulling a cigarette and lighter out of his bag. "I'm gonna go destress. Don't wait up." He lit the cigarette and walked out, watching the smoke curl around him like a spirit.

Arthur had fllen unconscious, and ws sleeping peacefully.

(My "a" key hates me.)

(I feel that)
He made shapes in the smoke, twisting the dark mist into whatever his mind desired. It helped him calm down.

Arthur slept calmly, his messy hair falling into his face.

It didn't take long for the smoke to turn into images of his brother. Jaxon's constant smirk and sparkle in his eyes.

Arthur frowned in his sleep, instinctively curling in on himself as the nightmares started again.

He sighed, forcing the smoke away. It hurt too much to think about Jaxon right now.

Arthur suddenly flinched, as if something was hurting him. He flinched again a moment later, whimpering.

The nicotine in his system calmed his nerves, relaxing his tensed nerves.

Arthur flinched again, curling into himself as if to hide. Another whimper of fear escaped.

He made his way back, just leaning against the wall and watching the boys interact with each other.

Arthur flinched again, his face contorted in invisible fear.

He noticed Arthur and frowned. What was going on in that head of his?

Arthur whimpered again, still trapped in his nightmare.

He made his way over and sat by his side, just watching him quietly.

Arthur shuddered, his face contorted in terror.

He took pity on the boy, shaking his shoulder gently. He knew it probably wouldn't wake him but maybe it'd help him realize that it was all a dream.

Arthur flinched away from the touch, another whimper of fear coming from his throat.

He sat back, just watching him again.

Arthur cried out softly, shaking slightly, his eyes twisted shut s if to block it all out.

He frowned deeper, going back to shaking him only harder this time.

Arthur instinctively tried to roll away, eventually bolting awake, huffing as he curled in on himself, his eyes full of fear.

"Hey, relax. You're safe." He cracked a tiny smile, trying to make him feel a little bit better.

Arthur shook his head, still trembling as he tried to shove memories away. This didn't happen too often anymore, but when it did it was bad. Worse than it ever was to begin with.

His smile dropped, why was he so useless? "Right, I tried." He stood back up and took his place by the wall again.

Arthur wanted to reach out, wishing he didn't have these issues, problems that drove everyone away, leaving him helpless and scared.