A Wild Arthur Appears!
Arthur Kirkland, a man of 21 and an aspiring author. He enjoys tea, gardening, cooking [though he shows no talent], and silence. Today he sits at a solitary table, a pure white tablecloth smoothing the surface, candle in a globe-shaped holder centered on the table next to a lonesome rose in a glass vase. He sat, captivating emerald eyes fixated on the flickering light of the flame, the candle creating illuminating shadows against his complexion. Arthur was waiting for him, growing impatient by the second.