[ Every instinct in Arthur is screaming that something is wrong, wrong, wrong, and yet there's nothing he can do. He can't comprehend what's happening, asleep as he is, and can but watch, ears pinned back in fear, as pieces of their surroundings sliver off and slide away into the man before him - and it feels like something of Arthur goes with it. Some small but terribly important thread unravelling.
Something on the fringes of Arthur's consciousness flutters to life, and a voice practically pleads in his ear, Wake up.
It is with a sudden gasp that Arthur does just that, bolting upright in bed and flinging the covers away. He's disoriented for a long, long moment, trying to put together the pieces of what he'd dreamt while reality slowly comes back into focus. Yet even when all else settles, a part of him still feels adrift, like he's lost something precious. It isn't a large feeling, but it's... unsettling nonetheless.
It's a while longer before he reaches for his phone on the bedside table and punches in a hasty message. ]
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Something on the fringes of Arthur's consciousness flutters to life, and a voice practically pleads in his ear, Wake up.
It is with a sudden gasp that Arthur does just that, bolting upright in bed and flinging the covers away. He's disoriented for a long, long moment, trying to put together the pieces of what he'd dreamt while reality slowly comes back into focus. Yet even when all else settles, a part of him still feels adrift, like he's lost something precious. It isn't a large feeling, but it's... unsettling nonetheless.
It's a while longer before he reaches for his phone on the bedside table and punches in a hasty message. ]
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