*Reflective....*
Arthur lay in bed, fairies fluttering angrily around him. They were telling him exactly how it was, and how it should be.
"Leave me alone." He muttered, and pulled the blankets up over his head. He really hadn't gotten a decent night's sleep in days, because the fairies kept him awake, telling how terrible he was, and that he was wrong.
He knew what he had done to Francis was wrong. He knew his fairies hated him for it. He knew Francis hated him for it, and would never forgive him. He even hated himself for it. More than normal.
Except for his fairies, Arthur was alone. And they weren't much company right now with how they chattered at his head and yelled in his ears.
He pulled his blankets closer around him and let down his prickly exterior. No one was there to see him, no one was there to judge him, and no one was there to embarrass him.
"I'm sorry, Francis...I'm so sorry..." He cried. If he could say it out loud in his room, buzzing with fairies, then couldn't he say it to Francis? Couldn't he tell Francis he was sorry, that he had been wrong to do what he did...all of it...especially the part about not talking to Francis first.
His thoughts tortured him. 'Arthur, you're bloody idiot. You had something so perfect, and you let it slip away because you were rash in your decision. You were hurt and you took it out on Francis. He didn't deserve it...He didn't deserve what you did to him, and at the very least, he COULD have made you feel better. But you threw it all away, didn't you?!'
At this point, he wasn't sure if it was his own thoughts, or what the fairies were saying that he was hearing. But it didn't matter. He knew he had to apologize. It was the only RIGHT thing he could do...even if it didn't make everything all right...Francis deserved to know that none of this was his fault at all...
"Leave me alone." He muttered, and pulled the blankets up over his head. He really hadn't gotten a decent night's sleep in days, because the fairies kept him awake, telling how terrible he was, and that he was wrong.
He knew what he had done to Francis was wrong. He knew his fairies hated him for it. He knew Francis hated him for it, and would never forgive him. He even hated himself for it. More than normal.
Except for his fairies, Arthur was alone. And they weren't much company right now with how they chattered at his head and yelled in his ears.
He pulled his blankets closer around him and let down his prickly exterior. No one was there to see him, no one was there to judge him, and no one was there to embarrass him.
"I'm sorry, Francis...I'm so sorry..." He cried. If he could say it out loud in his room, buzzing with fairies, then couldn't he say it to Francis? Couldn't he tell Francis he was sorry, that he had been wrong to do what he did...all of it...especially the part about not talking to Francis first.
His thoughts tortured him. 'Arthur, you're bloody idiot. You had something so perfect, and you let it slip away because you were rash in your decision. You were hurt and you took it out on Francis. He didn't deserve it...He didn't deserve what you did to him, and at the very least, he COULD have made you feel better. But you threw it all away, didn't you?!'
At this point, he wasn't sure if it was his own thoughts, or what the fairies were saying that he was hearing. But it didn't matter. He knew he had to apologize. It was the only RIGHT thing he could do...even if it didn't make everything all right...Francis deserved to know that none of this was his fault at all...