Marigold 🫶🏻 I just wanna see Arthur happy 🥹
🌿 * 𝐧𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 : 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎-𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜.
𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝 : what does joy look like for your muse? how do they let themself feel it?
It looks like the early morning, when the air is still cold and the heat hasn’t set in. The big kettle is already on, someone is laughing in the garden over something small. Plates are being passed around, covered in foods from their gardens and breads they have baked - children are running around safely, playing, happy.
Joy is in the way the people lean toward each other when they talk, when they can’t get the grins off of their faces. It’s the trust that they are loved, that they are protected, that they can rest; it’s not only the feeling of acceptance, but the feeling of belonging. The knowledge that you are with your people, and that they don’t want you anywhere but here.
Arthur sits on the steps, tea in hand, watching it unfold. He isn’t a leader, here, and he’s not the avatar of a god; he is just a man. One of the hundred hands that made this happen, that took this dangerous part of town and made it into something safe. He watches the people, knowing that they exist safely, that no one here will ever harm each other; and for a few moments, he allows himself to believe he’s brought Heaven to earth.
He lets himself feel this by not naming it. He doesn’t hold it, he doesn’t try to possess it - he just lets himself live inside of it, breathing in the scent, existing in the sounds; and he is painfully, wonderfully happy.
