desti
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“It’s not stupid. He is your friend and I think we all are worried about him, but I’m here for you.”
"Thank you."
Arthor looked down as he felt her hand touch his. Leanah’s touch was so soft and gentle against his hands that were hardened from years of work. It felt nice, though, though it didn’t really make him feel that much better.
“Don’t be afraid if you need to cry.”
Leanah scooted closer to Arthor and he felt her press against his thigh. The thought of crying seemed nice, actually, just to let it all out and perhaps calm down afterwards. But doing it in front of Leanah? That sounded something only his drunk self would be comfortable doing. Arthor understood that she wouldn’t judge him, but what if she would?
"I don't need to cry,” Arthor said, an awkward and quiet chuckle leaving him.
It didn’t seem like Leanah believed him. Her hand moved to lace their fingers together and she gave it a tight squeeze, while her other hand laid over his shoulders. Leanah’s touch felt so nice and Arthor felt himself grow more comfortable by the second. When her arms pulled him into a hug, Arthor couldn’t really hold back anymore.
Arthor felt safe in Leanah’s arms. He felt as though he could be himself and she wouldn’t judge him for it. When Leanah pulled him down against her body, Arthor nuzzled closer to Leanah’s neck. It didn’t seem like she minded, so Arthor pressed closer against her, trying his hardest not to feel uncomfortable. Leanah was his friend, there was nothing wrong with this.
When Leanah pulled away from the hug, Arthor was painfully aware of just how vulnerable he was now. He raised his hands to wipe his eyes. It was stupid - guards were supposed to be strong, and Arthor wasn’t just a guard, he was a knight and the sworn shield of Lady Carlys Hastwyck. Now, Leanah was seeing him like this and Arthor couldn’t save himself by blaming wine.
Instead of scolding him, calling him weak or stupid, Leanah took one of his hands in both of hers. Arthor froze and watched their hands, as though they were so very interesting. He was still hesitant about doing or saying much, because he expected Leanah to get tired of this eventually. Arthor was supposed to take care of her, not the other way around.
“Are you sure you’re going to be ok?” Leanah asked.
Arthor thought about it for a second, before answering as honestly as he could, "I don't know."
Only when Leanah’s hand touched his face did Arthor actually look at her. He didn’t want to, but he felt as though he owed it to her to at least look her in the eyes. Arthor tried to tell himself that Leanah truly cared about him, but part of him still refused to believe it.
“It’s going to be okay.”
Would it be alright? Arthor would only be happy again when Elias would return, whether that’d be after months or years. If he wouldn’t, then Arthor feared he’d forever be stuck feeling like this. Of course, Arthor would still have Leanah, but losing Elias would be like losing half of himself. There would be nothing Leanah could do then, no sweet touches that would calm him and no gentle words that would soothe him.
“You don’t know that,” Arthor mumbled.
"Eventually it will all be okay Arthor. That I know."
Leanah’s words were sweet, but Arthor couldn’t keep himself from thinking that it was all downhill from here. If the war would reach the South… Gods, what then? Arthor watched Leanah closely, he tried to tell himself that her words were true, but it just didn’t happen. His mind was stubborn and kept throwing theories about their potentially horrible fates in his face.
“I wish I could believe you,” he whispered and took Leanah’s hand away from his face.
"Believe me, please."
Arthor tried and it didn’t work, and he knew it would never work. He chuckled at his failed attempts and brought his hand back to his face again. If only it was so easy and his whole mind could be changed by Leanah’s words. But that wasn’t how this worked. All Arthor could think about was the death and pain the coming months would bring Aedighar, and the Stranger himself would be the only winner of the war to come.
"Tell me what you're worried about Arthor."
Arthor shrugged, “about everything, I suppose. I didn’t realize the war was happening so soon… I’m afraid to imagine what we might lose in it.”
"I don't know much about war, but whatever happens I will be here if you need me. Hopefully we won't lose anything."
Arthor wished he could be as innocent as her. As naive and kind, but he wasn’t. All Arthor knew of the brutality of man and just how far it sometimes went. War would cause great losses to everyone and it would be a miracle if nobody of the Hastwyck household would get harmed.
"Thank you."
Arthor looked down as he felt her hand touch his. Leanah’s touch was so soft and gentle against his hands that were hardened from years of work. It felt nice, though, though it didn’t really make him feel that much better.
“Don’t be afraid if you need to cry.”
Leanah scooted closer to Arthor and he felt her press against his thigh. The thought of crying seemed nice, actually, just to let it all out and perhaps calm down afterwards. But doing it in front of Leanah? That sounded something only his drunk self would be comfortable doing. Arthor understood that she wouldn’t judge him, but what if she would?
"I don't need to cry,” Arthor said, an awkward and quiet chuckle leaving him.
It didn’t seem like Leanah believed him. Her hand moved to lace their fingers together and she gave it a tight squeeze, while her other hand laid over his shoulders. Leanah’s touch felt so nice and Arthor felt himself grow more comfortable by the second. When her arms pulled him into a hug, Arthor couldn’t really hold back anymore.
Arthor felt safe in Leanah’s arms. He felt as though he could be himself and she wouldn’t judge him for it. When Leanah pulled him down against her body, Arthor nuzzled closer to Leanah’s neck. It didn’t seem like she minded, so Arthor pressed closer against her, trying his hardest not to feel uncomfortable. Leanah was his friend, there was nothing wrong with this.
When Leanah pulled away from the hug, Arthor was painfully aware of just how vulnerable he was now. He raised his hands to wipe his eyes. It was stupid - guards were supposed to be strong, and Arthor wasn’t just a guard, he was a knight and the sworn shield of Lady Carlys Hastwyck. Now, Leanah was seeing him like this and Arthor couldn’t save himself by blaming wine.
Instead of scolding him, calling him weak or stupid, Leanah took one of his hands in both of hers. Arthor froze and watched their hands, as though they were so very interesting. He was still hesitant about doing or saying much, because he expected Leanah to get tired of this eventually. Arthor was supposed to take care of her, not the other way around.
“Are you sure you’re going to be ok?” Leanah asked.
Arthor thought about it for a second, before answering as honestly as he could, "I don't know."
Only when Leanah’s hand touched his face did Arthor actually look at her. He didn’t want to, but he felt as though he owed it to her to at least look her in the eyes. Arthor tried to tell himself that Leanah truly cared about him, but part of him still refused to believe it.
“It’s going to be okay.”
Would it be alright? Arthor would only be happy again when Elias would return, whether that’d be after months or years. If he wouldn’t, then Arthor feared he’d forever be stuck feeling like this. Of course, Arthor would still have Leanah, but losing Elias would be like losing half of himself. There would be nothing Leanah could do then, no sweet touches that would calm him and no gentle words that would soothe him.
“You don’t know that,” Arthor mumbled.
"Eventually it will all be okay Arthor. That I know."
Leanah’s words were sweet, but Arthor couldn’t keep himself from thinking that it was all downhill from here. If the war would reach the South… Gods, what then? Arthor watched Leanah closely, he tried to tell himself that her words were true, but it just didn’t happen. His mind was stubborn and kept throwing theories about their potentially horrible fates in his face.
“I wish I could believe you,” he whispered and took Leanah’s hand away from his face.
"Believe me, please."
Arthor tried and it didn’t work, and he knew it would never work. He chuckled at his failed attempts and brought his hand back to his face again. If only it was so easy and his whole mind could be changed by Leanah’s words. But that wasn’t how this worked. All Arthor could think about was the death and pain the coming months would bring Aedighar, and the Stranger himself would be the only winner of the war to come.
"Tell me what you're worried about Arthor."
Arthor shrugged, “about everything, I suppose. I didn’t realize the war was happening so soon… I’m afraid to imagine what we might lose in it.”
"I don't know much about war, but whatever happens I will be here if you need me. Hopefully we won't lose anything."
Arthor wished he could be as innocent as her. As naive and kind, but he wasn’t. All Arthor knew of the brutality of man and just how far it sometimes went. War would cause great losses to everyone and it would be a miracle if nobody of the Hastwyck household would get harmed.