every song reminds me that you gave up!

@fishbones-wishbones rp blog! Arthur, Sunshine Arthur, Ghost Arthur, Klavier Steinway, Angelica Cecilo

[mysteryhunterarthur]

a new years smooch from autumn! - starstruckkingsmen

It wasn’t long after the countdown that Arthur looked Autumn’s way, coughing a little into his hand as he tried to resist giving his friend a traditional kiss at midnight. Feeling it might’ve been a bit much to go straight for his lips even if he got permission to do it. They had been partying all night, just the two of them and their favorite comfort foods on the beat up old couch Arthur didn’t have the heart to get rid of. The patches in the upholstery becoming more obvious every year.

He was content to just cuddle, dismissing the idea of kissing altogether. But with his fellow Medium so close to him, Arthur couldn’t help but brush his lips against Autumn’s cheek. Resting his head on his friend’s shoulder as he pulled the blanket over them. Taken by surprise as he felt a sudden wave of positive emotion from the slightly taller person beside him. Autumn seemed to like the fleeting peck and even nudged his lips against the mechanic’s face to return the favor. Squeaking softly. He hadn’t been expecting that.

“Um, Autumn? Would it be okay if we kissed again? On the lips this time? That was kind of nice. It is customary to give a kiss at midnight, I know but... I can be myself around you. And I’m not as at ease with other people as I am with you. I’d rather do it with someone I’m comfortable with. But if you rather not, I understand.” 

[starstruckkingsmen]

"Oh, you want a real kiss?.." Autumn blushed, hiding his face in Arthur's hair. "Well, I don't mind. But midnight's almost over, we better hurry." Autumn chuckled, leaning in for a kiss.

[starstruckkingsmen]

There's a familiar tall specter bending down in front of the pile of kittens, smiling softly and offering them some treats. Not too many of course. But just enough to satisfy the three cats, sitting down as he gave the winged calico a gentle pet on his head. "Did you get transformed by some wayward magic, sun beam?" -petallockedspectre

@petallocketedspectre

The three cars pounced on the treats, the calico coming up to the ghost and brushing up against his leg. Meowing quietly, curling up beside him. The wings on his back fluttering.

[starstruckkingsmen]

Poof! All the Arthurs are cats/kittens for three days

Poof! There's three three legged kittens. Ghosty is a calico, Sunshine is a tabby, and Main is a bengal cat.

There's lots of confused mewling.

[starstruckkingsmen]

@haz-the-d @mysteryhunterarthur

green bean squad

[petallocketedspectre]

And 17 again, also for four days if you want to do it on top of the gemini anon.

While he was still mulling over the notion of seeing his birth family again, the full weight of it hadn’t hit the floral phantom just yet. Thinking it would be better if he went on this journey alone. His head didn’t hurt as much now. Although he felt strange, as if another wave of a unnamed force was coming to wash over him. Preparing for the worst. And yet, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

That is, until he heard a bird perched on a nearby branch sing in full clarity for the first time in years. Curiously lifting a hand up to his right ear and cupping his fingers around it. Seeing if the nick of a scar decorating his skin was there. He didn’t feel the familiar bumpiness. Nor as tall, now that he thought about it.

It wasn’t as drastic as getting his hearing back for an undetermined amount of time, however, he wasn’t sure if he wanted anyone to see him like this. As much as a part of him was tempted to go visit his spouses. Letting out a soft sigh as he glanced down at his anchor. Opening it to reveal a picture of the three of them opposite the one of him and his friends. Touching the alternate blond’s face fondly. Tiny hearts floating up from his fading flaming hair. He could sense his powers were weakening. So if he wanted to take a detour to see Arthur and Mal while he had some left, he should do it fast.

“I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to try… Hold on tight, mi amors. I’ll be there soon.”   

@starstruckkingsmen 

[starstruckkingsmen]

It seemed like the magic had spread through the whole house through their anchors, Arthur and Mal both waking up as their younger selves. Unscarred by time, Arthur’s wings and Mal’s scars back as they were when they were..

Alive. They were both alive.

They wondered where Lewis was, and why the house was slowly fading away. Sparky appearing out of Arthur’s anchor, peeping that Lewis was… Doing something. They’d keep an eye on him for them. The yellow beat giving a determined peep.

[petallocketedspectre]

Lewis hoped he had gotten there in time. Breaking into a run when he couldn’t fly anymore. Protective magic pulsed from his locket as he got closer to the area he sensed the other two former ghosts in. Not expecting them to also change. Now he was glad he decided to stop by the beach house. Forming a plan in his head to go to the woods and seek shelter in the old Mystery Skulls headquarters until all of this blew over.

Sonaja managed to reach him before his powers were cut off. Letting out a confused noise while looking around for Sparky and their mutual friends. This weird opposing force was going out of its way to mask them. And the little magenta dead beat didn’t like it one bit.

Lewis took it upon himself to check all of the rooms, relieved when he did find them. In his absence, he had made a hooded cloak for himself. He wasn’t that confident about revealing his younger form just yet in case it upset his husbands. Although it seemed silly now they looked different too. But not too different. He could still recognize who he fell in love with.

They were free of the blemishes they had received in death, and for that he was grateful. Yet, a pang of guilt stung at him. There was no telling how long these forms would last. They were only temporary. And he didn’t want them to get used to it.

He knew what having wings again meant to Arthur. It seemed cruel to take that away but he needed to know what was going on. So did Mal. Lewis had never seen them look this happy, in light of the current situation.

Gathering up all the scrapbooks in his hands, Lewis sat next to the two of them with a lopsided smile on his face. Inviting them to come closer while Sonaja snuggled up to Sparky happily. Taking a deep breath, he began to explain what he knew about the gray fae. Fiddling with the hood attached to his cape to keep his mind off of what else was bothering him.

“So you see… That’s what happened. And why you’re both alive again. It’s because of me. I don’t know when I’ll turn back, but we can stay at the tree house for now.”         

[starstruckkingsmen]

Arthur looked up to Lewis, confused but happy to see him alive. The two former ghosts waiting for Lewis, Mal helping him carry the scrapbooks. "Where are we going to go?" Arthur asked, not seeming to botice he had talked for the first time in.. a long time. A surprised look on his face when he realized. "Oh! I talked! Lew, Mal, I talked!" He gave a laugh, wings fluttering. "The treehouse sounds like a good place to stay.." Mal smiled, watching Arthur rejoice.

[petallocketedspectre]

Gemini! For however long you want to do it, maybe four days?

It wasn’t unusual for the floral phantom to have his bad days when it came to his memory, but this time seemed a whole lot worse. He had been unable to move much since his head started aching. Holding fistfuls of violet locks of hair in his hands as he squeezed his eyes shut. His heart pounding in his ears while the dead beats milled around their master with a chorus of concerned coos. Holding up the emergency cellphone Arthur and Vivi gave to him so he could call them in situations like these.

He thought about dialing Vivi’s home number first, despite it being hard to concentrate on the screen. Getting Sonaja to do it for him instead. No answer, he’d have to leave a message. She was probably out at the moment. Either solving a case she thought she could handle on her own, or scolding Arthur for his inconsistent sleeping schedule again. The very idea caused him to let out a weak chuckle, also contacting the mechanic himself just in case.

They would show up in due time, he was sure of it. For now, Lewis tried to relax into the reading chair he’d braced himself against. His vision beginning to double out of one side, then the other. Unsure of what had brought this on. It was then distant memories of childhood came flooding back to him all at once. The home life he had before being adopted by the Peppers. Someone… who had passed away in recent years as well. A whole new wave of grief bubbling up inside of his chest at the realization.

He wanted to find them, to make sure they didn’t have a tragically shortened life like he had. But there was a niggling feeling at the back of his mind that they had met a similar fate somehow. Finding the strength to stand and will himself out the door. He had to know…

Whatever happened to his twin brother?    

[starstruckkingsmen]

Lewis’ husbands were very concerned about his recent memory problems intensifying, the two of them bringing out the scrapbooks they had made together, Lucky the cat following Lewis, purring loudly to soothe him. Sparky riding the cat, wanting to keep an eye on Lewis and make sure he was safe.

Arthur was looking for Lewis, unsure of where he had gone. Something was wrong..

Where had Lewis gone? The two were worried about him..

[petallocketedspectre]

It took a while for Lewis to notice the familiar black cat following after him. So focused on solving a mystery that was personal to him for once that nothing else mattered at the moment. Slowing down when he got to the edge of town. He attempted to track the very faint aura of his kin, but there wasn’t enough of a signature left behind by the other ghost. The floral phantom sighing to himself as he grimaced, going a few more steps towards the east and discovering a old run down house. 

How hadn’t he seen it before? It wasn’t far, only a couple of miles on the outskirts of Tempo and yet… It was so well hidden. Something must have happened here.

There wasn’t any greenery to speak of, not even a single cactus. The yard looked to have been well kempt at one point. But now all that remained were shriveled up traces of plants and flowers that once lined the entryway to the porch. Daring to float up the stairs and sit on the swing that creaked ever so slightly from the sudden weight. The flash of black finally getting his attention as he bent down to pet Lucky on the head. Also acknowledging the little sunny colored beat with a gentle scritch under their chin. Wondering how they had made it this far. At least he could levitate despite his memory not being what it used to be. 

He decided not to worry about it too much. Besides, his own dead beats were back at the mansion, wanting to be there in case Vivi and Arthur did arrive while he was out. Considering his options and how it might be best to turn back when something started to tug him in the opposite direction. A piece of what seemed to be a old vase catching the light off of the sand. Picking it up to see if he could get a stronger reading from the small object. Deciding to follow it, glancing over his shoulder at his two companions. 

They had been sent by his husbands. No doubt about it. The violet haired man ushering the pair of guardians onto his shoulder. His eyes glowing dimly.

“If you insist watching over me, because my firefly and stormcloud are worried for my safety then I have no choice. Do I? I warn you, it might be dangerous. But I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise.” Lewis said, his voice warm and tender while making sure they held on tight. One more pet to Lucky’s head and he was off. The shard of broken marble in hand.

[starstruckkingsmen]

The black cat jumped up, curling up on Lewis' shoulder. Sparky sitting on top of his head, cooing nervously, but staying determined. Peeping out that they just wanted to help Lewis and be sure he was safe. They wouldn't let anything dangerous happen to him either. Lucky nodded, giving a meow, tail waving through the air. Gently pawing at the shard of marble, a curious look in their eyes. Tilting their head, looking up to him and asking what it was.

[petallocketedspectre]

And 17 again, also for four days if you want to do it on top of the gemini anon.

While he was still mulling over the notion of seeing his birth family again, the full weight of it hadn’t hit the floral phantom just yet. Thinking it would be better if he went on this journey alone. His head didn’t hurt as much now. Although he felt strange, as if another wave of a unnamed force was coming to wash over him. Preparing for the worst. And yet, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

That is, until he heard a bird perched on a nearby branch sing in full clarity for the first time in years. Curiously lifting a hand up to his right ear and cupping his fingers around it. Seeing if the nick of a scar decorating his skin was there. He didn’t feel the familiar bumpiness. Nor as tall, now that he thought about it.

It wasn’t as drastic as getting his hearing back for an undetermined amount of time, however, he wasn’t sure if he wanted anyone to see him like this. As much as a part of him was tempted to go visit his spouses. Letting out a soft sigh as he glanced down at his anchor. Opening it to reveal a picture of the three of them opposite the one of him and his friends. Touching the alternate blond’s face fondly. Tiny hearts floating up from his fading flaming hair. He could sense his powers were weakening. So if he wanted to take a detour to see Arthur and Mal while he had some left, he should do it fast.

“I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to try… Hold on tight, mi amors. I’ll be there soon.”   

@starstruckkingsmen 

[starstruckkingsmen]

It seemed like the magic had spread through the whole house through their anchors, Arthur and Mal both waking up as their younger selves. Unscarred by time, Arthur's wings and Mal's scars back as they were when they were..

Alive. They were both alive.

They wondered where Lewis was, and why the house was slowly fading away. Sparky appearing out of Arthur's anchor, peeping that Lewis was... Doing something. They'd keep an eye on him for them. The yellow beat giving a determined peep.

[petallocketedspectre]

Gemini! For however long you want to do it, maybe four days?

It wasn’t unusual for the floral phantom to have his bad days when it came to his memory, but this time seemed a whole lot worse. He had been unable to move much since his head started aching. Holding fistfuls of violet locks of hair in his hands as he squeezed his eyes shut. His heart pounding in his ears while the dead beats milled around their master with a chorus of concerned coos. Holding up the emergency cellphone Arthur and Vivi gave to him so he could call them in situations like these.

He thought about dialing Vivi’s home number first, despite it being hard to concentrate on the screen. Getting Sonaja to do it for him instead. No answer, he’d have to leave a message. She was probably out at the moment. Either solving a case she thought she could handle on her own, or scolding Arthur for his inconsistent sleeping schedule again. The very idea caused him to let out a weak chuckle, also contacting the mechanic himself just in case.

They would show up in due time, he was sure of it. For now, Lewis tried to relax into the reading chair he’d braced himself against. His vision beginning to double out of one side, then the other. Unsure of what had brought this on. It was then distant memories of childhood came flooding back to him all at once. The home life he had before being adopted by the Peppers. Someone… who had passed away in recent years as well. A whole new wave of grief bubbling up inside of his chest at the realization.

He wanted to find them, to make sure they didn’t have a tragically shortened life like he had. But there was a niggling feeling at the back of his mind that they had met a similar fate somehow. Finding the strength to stand and will himself out the door. He had to know…

Whatever happened to his twin brother?    

[starstruckkingsmen]

Lewis' husbands were very concerned about his recent memory problems intensifying, the two of them bringing out the scrapbooks they had made together, Lucky the cat following Lewis, purring loudly to soothe him. Sparky riding the cat, wanting to keep an eye on Lewis and make sure he was safe.

Arthur was looking for Lewis, unsure of where he had gone. Something was wrong..

Where had Lewis gone? The two were worried about him..

[starstruckkingsmen]

Why do you hurt?

Klavier

you swallow pain & fold around it you have always hurt. you hold it carefully, and twisted in such a way that other people don't have to see it. you don't choke on it. you don't drown. you just have it, the way some people have freckles, this is a thing that lives in your bones. you fold instead of fighting because you know how to make yourself small, tuck away the places where they have clawed at, swallow the bruises so you seem clean. nobody needs to see it. you will live through this on your own. you know what you need, and relief isn't it. this doesn't mean you cannot reach out - it means it is not in your nature to do so. you should. hiding does not mean you won't be seen.

Angelica

because you have made mistakes you cannot swallow mistakes come back to you like echoes in an empty cave. you have been trying since you started but does trying count? is trying good enough? every night it visits you, the pain that you have caused with your clumsy hands and venom-tongue. life careens onward, onward, with the moon hung in the sky and the sun the day after, but you walk backwards on this path so you can keep sight of what you did. the destruction still feels fresh. it still feels like fire, where you burned them. fire is supposed to be warm. it burned them, and it will swallow you. blow out the candle. let it rest. some things are better left behind in the dark.

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[mysteryhunterarthur]

"I can't do this anymore.." Autumn was on the verge of tears, pressing his fists against his head. His gray and blue eye both glowing brightly, streaks of light leaking out from his fingers. "I c-can't do this, there's.. there's too many ghosts and they all want me to fix their problems but.. how am I supposed to do that when I can't even fix my own?" He gave a quiet sob, almost hiding in his leather jacket. Sitting in the corner of the room, curled up. - Autumn, starstruckkingsmen

“Autumn, you’re doing your best. You can’t expect yourself to keep giving when you’re close to having nothing left. You need time to recharge, it’s okay…”  Arthur sighed softly, walking over to his fellow Medium to give him a hug. Putting his arms around him as he frowned, trying to get Autumn to look at him. He hadn’t seen his friend like this before. There was so much sadness and frustration radiating off of him. His eyes never glowed this bright, let alone at the same time. Usually it was only one…

In addition to his empathy amplifying everything, and looping it in a never ending circle, Autumn’s words hit close to home. The thought of giving up had crossed Arthur’s mind more than once. But he knew he couldn’t. Too many people relied on him, and if he couldn’t be strong for them, what other options did they have?

He hated seeing Autumn in so much pain. Feeling the tears gather at the corner of his eyes while pulling him closer. Holding him tight, unable to stop himself from shaking as he fought back a sob. Burying his face into his hair.

The short mechanic was starting to get dizzy from the whirlwind of emotion. He just wanted all of it to stop.

“I’m sorry… You shouldn’t have to bear this much weight on your shoulders. Let me help you.”

[starstruckkingsmen]

Autumn shook his head, squeezing his eyes closed. Not wanting to look at him, embarassed at the fact that he was crying in front of his friend. “No, I just.. I don’t wanna pile my issues onto you, you don’t deserve that.. you’ve already done so much for me.. you’re too kind.” He took shallow breaths, . “I.. I just remember being so little and having to help with h.. hunting these ghosts, and they get mad and hurt me because they think I’m still one..”

He looked up to Arthur finally, full tears rolling down his cheeks. Eyes still glowing, though he seemed to be calming down with Arthur’s presence.

“I.. I got stabbed by a ghost, and that.. that was awful! It still hurts too, and.. I.. I don’t know what to do. If I didn’t meet these ghosts, I wouldn’t have anything interesting to talk about on my show…”

[mysteryhunterarthur]

“Can I see it? Is it bleeding?” Arthur asked, remaining as calm as he could. Brushing the hair away from Autumn’s face. Giving him his vest to cry on. He didn’t mind if it got a little damp, taking the pins off of it and putting them in his pockets. Including the star made out of paper. Worried eyes examining his friend thoroughly. He didn’t seem to be losing any blood… But he wanted to make sure. 

“Some ghosts don’t know the difference between friend and foe. Even if you’re there to help, they won’t always listen to you. Sometimes you have to cut your losses. I know it’s hard, when you have an ability like yours. And mine… But that’s what friends are for, right?” Arthur murmured that last part, nudging him gently in a attempt to lift the mood. It wasn’t working.

“I don’t want you to get hurt, but I know your show is important to you. Is it really worth the risk? If they keep running you down like this, then I- I’m scared what will happen to you.” The short mechanic admitted, holding him tighter. Burying his face into his shoulder. 

“I’m a cautionary tale, not a role model…”

[starstruckkingsmen]

"I don't th-think it's bleeding, it just.. hurts." Autumn hugged the best close, drying his tears. Resting his head on top of Arthur's. "Thank you.. I just.. don't know what to do anymore. I don't want to be a hunter like the rest of my family, but it's.. getting harder and harder to keep helping the ghosts..." He whimpered softly, nudging Arthur back. Giving a weak laugh, hugging him back as well. "Maybe I really should give it up.. and just work on my show..."

[spectrum-skull]

@starstruckkingsmen​ con’t from {X}

Arthur gave a surprised squawk, holding up his hands. Backing away from the door, tilting his head and looking up at the other to see who it was. Panicking as well at the familiar facial features of.. his friend. But this wasn’t his friend, he was.. multicolored. He scratched his chin, even more confused and scared than before. Lifting up his hands to sign, sighing softly. “Yes.. L-Lewis?.. I think something’s.. wrong here.”

There was definitely something very wrong here. No doubt about that. The colorful specter seeming to stare for eternity at the ghost of his best friend, like he was lost and not sure what to make of the situation. 

His brain slowly catching back up to reality.

Like always Lewis reacted, reaching out and grabbing for Arthur. The touch confirming this was his friend. Making it clear as day that this was indeed reality, only making his heart sink.

Worry as clear as day across the skull that made his face. A million questions racing through his mind at what could have happened, why his friend was a ghost as well now, how he had died, who had killed him. So many racing.

This…couldn’t be Arthur. Least his Arthur.

If it was…than…

No, he wasn’t going to think of that. Not right now.

“Why don’t you come inside and we can try to figure this out…together?”

He replied gently, trying his best to remain calm. Panic was not going to solve anything right now.

[starstruckkingsmen]

Arthur flinched away from his touch, giving a panicked whimper. Not wanting to be hurt again, and he didn't quite trust this ghost yet. This was a mistake, what was he thinking?! He looked up to the taller ghost, holding his left arm. Fear in his eyes as he thought through what to do next.

Would he run away or trust this.. version of his former best friend?

He had trusted his own Lewis before, and.. look where it got him. He was dead and currently on the verge of tears, shivering on a door step.

He gave a nervous nod, seeming to be soothed by Lewis' gentle tone. Stepping just a little closer, going inside when he was invited in. Glancing around the manor with wary eyes.

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[mysteryhunterarthur]

"I can't do this anymore.." Autumn was on the verge of tears, pressing his fists against his head. His gray and blue eye both glowing brightly, streaks of light leaking out from his fingers. "I c-can't do this, there's.. there's too many ghosts and they all want me to fix their problems but.. how am I supposed to do that when I can't even fix my own?" He gave a quiet sob, almost hiding in his leather jacket. Sitting in the corner of the room, curled up. - Autumn, starstruckkingsmen

“Autumn, you’re doing your best. You can’t expect yourself to keep giving when you’re close to having nothing left. You need time to recharge, it’s okay…”  Arthur sighed softly, walking over to his fellow Medium to give him a hug. Putting his arms around him as he frowned, trying to get Autumn to look at him. He hadn’t seen his friend like this before. There was so much sadness and frustration radiating off of him. His eyes never glowed this bright, let alone at the same time. Usually it was only one…

In addition to his empathy amplifying everything, and looping it in a never ending circle, Autumn’s words hit close to home. The thought of giving up had crossed Arthur’s mind more than once. But he knew he couldn’t. Too many people relied on him, and if he couldn’t be strong for them, what other options did they have?

He hated seeing Autumn in so much pain. Feeling the tears gather at the corner of his eyes while pulling him closer. Holding him tight, unable to stop himself from shaking as he fought back a sob. Burying his face into his hair.

The short mechanic was starting to get dizzy from the whirlwind of emotion. He just wanted all of it to stop.

“I’m sorry… You shouldn’t have to bear this much weight on your shoulders. Let me help you.”

[starstruckkingsmen]

Autumn shook his head, squeezing his eyes closed. Not wanting to look at him, embarassed at the fact that he was crying in front of his friend. "No, I just.. I don't wanna pile my issues onto you, you don't deserve that.. you've already done so much for me.. you're too kind." He took shallow breaths, . "I.. I just remember being so little and having to help with h.. hunting these ghosts, and they get mad and hurt me because they think I'm still one.."

He looked up to Arthur finally, full tears rolling down his cheeks. Eyes still glowing, though he seemed to be calming down with Arthur's presence.

"I.. I got stabbed by a ghost, and that.. that was awful! It still hurts too, and.. I.. I don't know what to do. If I didn't meet these ghosts, I wouldn't have anything interesting to talk about on my show..."

[spectrum-skull]

Arthur was very lost to say the least. He had no memory of the past few days, other than being a ghost now, and something awful happening. He had ended up on the doorstep of a somewhat familiar place. Giving a quiet and nervous hum, before knocking on the door. Hoping someone was inside to help him maybe find his friends, and regain his memories. -(starstruckkingsmen)

“Hmmm??”

The specter had been relaxing in his mansion when he heard the knock at the door, a curious look passing his features. It was pretty late in the evening for anyone to be out and about and usually, less they were ghost hunters, people normally didn’t bother his mansion. The place was pretty much out in the middle of no-where on a lonely road that hardly saw anyone driving down it.

His Deadbeats peeped up in curiosity as their master shushed them, silently returning the locket as he headed towards the door. White flames with a hint of shimmering color danced across his form as he took on his living disguise before opening it cautiously.

“Can I help yo–?!”

His answer caught in his throat as he answered and saw who was standing there. A confused and panicked expression crossing his face.

“–ARTHUR?!”

[starstruckkingsmen]

Arthur gave a surprised squawk, holding up his hands. Backing away from the door, tilting his head and looking up at the other to see who it was. Panicking as well at the familiar facial features of.. his friend. But this wasn't his friend, he was.. multicolored. He scratched his chin, even more confused and scared than before. Lifting up his hands to sign, sighing softly. "Yes.. L-Lewis?.. I think something's.. wrong here."

[petallocketedspectre]

number six for Ghosty! -starstruckkingsmen

My Muse changing clothes facing away, showing off their back (reversed)

“Oh, Artie… Are you sure it’s okay if I touch them?” Lewis asked softly, having caught the shorter ghost in the middle of changing his clothes. He was about to invite him to the kitchen to make some lemon squares, but his mind must have been elsewhere. He usually knocked on doors first. Not that this version of his best friend having wings was news to him. But he couldn’t help lifting up a hand to hover his fingertips over them.

They were only little stubs, although he could have sworn there was new growth. Almost resembling a half of a heart. His eyes filling with a mix of sympathy and wonder, setting down the tiny potted herb plant he had been holding on the side table next to the bed. Helping Arthur straighten out his shirt.

“They look better, have you been doing something special? Getting enough sleep and changing the wrappings regularly?” He teased the half fae, giving him a gentle pat on the shoulder. The smallest of his ghostly companions floating over to greet Arthur as always. Covering their eyes with a shy coo.    

[starstruckkingsmen]

“Oh, Lewis!” The ghost form of Arthur turned around, pulling down his shirt while signing. “You surprised me.. but yes, I’ve been sleeping..” He gave a smile, running a hand through his hair full of sparks after he finished signing. “I.. oh, you want to touch them? You can if you want to, but.. they’re really not much, they’re still not growing super well..” He sighed softly, the stubs on his back twitching at the mention. “I’ve been trying everything I can think of, but they just won’t grow..” “Did you need something? Sorry, I didn’t mean to babble about my wings..”

[petallocketedspectre]

“It’s okay Artie… I should have knocked. But since I’m here, I can massage them for you if you want me to. I was going to whip up some lemon squares and see how you were feeling. I know you’re still getting used to everything. I worry about you, a lot. You need your rest, mi amor.” Lewis frowned, cupping his cheek and giving him a light kiss on the forehead. The tiny dead beat uncovering their eyes and wrapping around Arthur’s neck like a scarf. Cooing to him as they nuzzled the bruised spot on his throat carefully. A small rumbling sound vibrating against the soft skin.

The affectionate display from his tiniest follower ghost caused him to chuckle, rubbing the base of each wing with just as much care. Going from where they sprouted from Arthur’s back to their shortened tips and back again, silently wishing he could speed up the healing process. His brows furrowed in concentration. A set of ivy vines forming in his other hand. Rubbing his shoulders for a little longer before applying them.

“Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable?”   

[starstruckkingsmen]

Arthur perked up at the mention of lemon squares, a smile on his face. Petting the beat curled around his neck, blushing a little. "That's very nice of you.. thank you." He waited for the vines to finish wrapping around the remainders of his wings. "I'd love to help you with those lemon squares.. but don't worry, I'm already comfortable. You're too sweet.."