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    Cold. Dark. Wet. Arthur hung in that dank cellar for three days, turning from prideful to panicked to down-right pathetic. Rotting, alone and for one of the few times in his life, completely and utterly terrified.

    “His shoulder pulsed and oozed, lines of purple and yellow reaching across his arms like spiderwebs. He has started to get more feverish, illness making his mind delirious. Thoughts shoot off like buckshots, cycling through a million contradictory feelings. He's never wanted to live so badly. He's never wanted to die so badly. The delirium is a crutch of sorts though, acting as a catalyst for his derealization. Delusional and numb, he stares forward blankly. The sickness in his mind is crafting daydreams of fishing trips and long adventures on horseback. Visions of a setting sun over the pond at Clemens Point, his family laughing and drunkenly singing songs by a campfire.”

     

    work in progress!

    title from vienna by billy joel

    my retelling of the blessed are the peacemakers mission because i’m pissed about how rockstar executed it. first fic in three years play nice but i am a slut for feedback

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