Shatterstar & Arthur | Certainly Certain
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xp_logsSlightly backdated. Shatterstar finds Arthur after everyone escapes the Askew World.
Shatterstar practically fell onto Arthur, he was so relieved to see him – to see someone he trusted to be in control and stable. It had been so much, and he wasn't even sure who he was. He held the older man tightly, not even realizing he was getting monster all over him. "I'm glad you're here."
The answering smile Arthur gave was that of a man caught in the middle of too much aftermath.
The whole crew lay scattered near where there once was a portal to a horrible world that had, through great effort, been convinced to implode upon itself. Recovery was its own work, however, and if where the exhausted witches lay was the hub of a wheel, Arthur was its rim – taking stock of injury, fetching water and granola bars. Always moving.
Until the hug. He shook himself awake from the business of giving, helping, and doing. Shock flickered across his face at first, confusion verging on startlement. Then all those feelings gave way to something so warm and clear that it halted all of the man's thoughts. His arms were around the kid in return, and Arthur took a relieved breath.
"Glad you're safe," he said, "glad of a lot of things. I could make a list."
Shatterstar held him tighter and let himself be supported by Arthur's arms. He didn't want to leave the safety of him – the proof that Arthur was real – not some monster wearing his face, unlike the creature that had been Terry, had been his aunt.
He finally pulled away and looked at Arthur, cataloguing his features, that it was his face. "You're you," he said, almost under his breath.
A hand was placed against the older man's heart. "I hereby certify that this is real," Arthur said softly. "Really real."
Shatterstar practically fell onto Arthur, he was so relieved to see him – to see someone he trusted to be in control and stable. It had been so much, and he wasn't even sure who he was. He held the older man tightly, not even realizing he was getting monster all over him. "I'm glad you're here."
The answering smile Arthur gave was that of a man caught in the middle of too much aftermath.
The whole crew lay scattered near where there once was a portal to a horrible world that had, through great effort, been convinced to implode upon itself. Recovery was its own work, however, and if where the exhausted witches lay was the hub of a wheel, Arthur was its rim – taking stock of injury, fetching water and granola bars. Always moving.
Until the hug. He shook himself awake from the business of giving, helping, and doing. Shock flickered across his face at first, confusion verging on startlement. Then all those feelings gave way to something so warm and clear that it halted all of the man's thoughts. His arms were around the kid in return, and Arthur took a relieved breath.
"Glad you're safe," he said, "glad of a lot of things. I could make a list."
Shatterstar held him tighter and let himself be supported by Arthur's arms. He didn't want to leave the safety of him – the proof that Arthur was real – not some monster wearing his face, unlike the creature that had been Terry, had been his aunt.
He finally pulled away and looked at Arthur, cataloguing his features, that it was his face. "You're you," he said, almost under his breath.
A hand was placed against the older man's heart. "I hereby certify that this is real," Arthur said softly. "Really real."
