#&(arthur)

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@madlauqhter semi plotted thing bc omg

"She told them she killed me." The tears that pricked at the corners of her eyes weren't despair, but rather anger. Blinding, paralyzing anger that made her want to break everything in the room. But she didn't, she stood still like a stationary hurricane ready to implode.

"All she ever does is lie, to everyone. So she can control them and then kill them if they try to tell the truth." And make her believe for over a decade that her father had died for his own stupidity. When it had been her, slitting his throat because he stood up to her.

But still, anger was a secondary emotion. Something always came first. Like hurt or betrayal or despair. Or all three. And the conflict of not wanting her mother dead. Her mother had always been right about one thing: Lydia wasn't like her. That was what stood between Alpha and the end.

"She never liked me." The term was easier than to say loved. But that was true too. Her earliest memories were of being hurt for non-existent mistakes that only her mother knew. "She's gunna kill everyone. The borders? The treaty? It's all bullshit. She's just gunna send the horde anyway, so the pack sees how she can kill anyone and stay scared of her. It's all bullshit, she was never gunna let everyone alone, she doesn't know how."

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'You wouldn't get it.'

*don't touch unless you're @madlauqhter

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@multipleoccupancy replied: Flatter, from Arthur

As always, sincere flattery seemed to work wonders on Fish, who could feel her face getting hot and flushed. The poetry of Arthur's words left her speechless for a moment. She looked down, to perhaps hide her red cheeks, but they still clashed vividly with the white of her veil. But despite Fish being so bashful, her hand still reached for his, holding it gently, craving a point of contact.

"You're quite the poet, Arthur," she whispered, her voice genuine and tender.

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@brassandblue​ sent: “The world used to be a bigger place.” / Arthur @ Fish, Terror AU from: 𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

Hidden away from the cold in the hull of the ship, Fish was sitting on the floor. Laying on the floor, actually. It helped with the pain on her back (a stupid fall on the ice, she didn’t want to talk about it). When Arthur spoke, she looked away from the ceiling to find his silhouette standing not too far from her.

“You talk as if you were here when the world was bigger,” she mused mindlessly, smiling at the thought.

“The world used to be so small for me, before. All I knew was the port, the brothel, the dirty streets. Now... I’ve seen so much of it. And here? Feels like the goddamn end of the world.”

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@brassandblue​ . 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐔 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋

Standing in front of the little altar, Rán looked like a curious cat, head tilted to the side. She had not been worshiped in many, many years. Sailors had forgotten all about her, and when they caught a glimpse of her silhouette in the waves, they did not know who she was. Like many Old Gods, she lived in the shadows of the World. Humans were taking more and more space, destroying everything on their path.

But here, on this little ship in the middle of the Arctic, was an altar for her. Oh, the irony, she thought. The Erebus was nothing but a symptom of the folly of Men. A sickness spreading on the ice. And yet, nestled deep within its hull, someone worshiped her. 

When she heard footsteps, she did not move, simply turning her head to look at the man. He was the one who had made the altar, she knew it. He looked young, but was old. Old enough to remember her, then. She remembered him too. He had sailed the Oceans for centuries, and she did not know whether to be flattered or wary. 

“Why worship me here?” she asked blankly, “When you know all hope is lost?”

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𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐑 & 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 @brassandblue​ from: “You’re funny when you’re angry.”

"You haven't seen me angry," Arthur snapped.

"This?" he gestured vigorously at himself, "this is annoyed. Frustrated, even! And I am ever so delighted you're getting a good bloody laugh out of it. Christ!"

He turned away as he paced in the small space which they currently occupied on one of the lower decks of Terror. Tears threatened and stung Arthur's eyes, so distraught was he still following Sir John's-- his father's-- death. He continued to scowl to hide the anguish in his weary green eyes.

Fish opened her mouth and closed it. She frowned, unsure why Sir Franklin’s death was upsetting him so. Not that she was heartless, far from it. She understood the despair of their situation, and the gravity of such a loss. But this? His reaction? It puzzled her. And so, she kept to herself the quip she was about to retort.

“I’m not laughing,” she simply pointed out. Death had been a part of Fish’s life, before she was even born. Her father had died when she was still in her ma’s belly. She had seen women taken by syphilis in the brothel, and then, it took her mother too. As for a life at sea, it brought its fair share of loss. But she was still bad at grief, ironically. It made her somewhat uncomfortable, as if she preferred to move forward, afraid perhaps to stop and think of all the people she had lost. Perhaps the sorrow would drown her, like a wave crashing against the shore. 

“Sir. Franklin’s death was a terrible accident,” she said, but she didn’t exactly believe her words. It was his hubris, that had killed him, and it would perhaps kill them all. The Ocean, as it turned out, was more ruthless than ever, when it was frozen solid.

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@brassandblue​ sent: “Why are you like this?” // Arthur (England) @ Fish (Terrorverse) from: 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

“Like what? Delightful and amazing?” grinned Fish, a cloud of vapor forming around her lips as she spoke, “I don’t know, I guess I was just born like this.”