06-26-2022, 04:39 PM
Arthur's attention was stolen completely as Malachi spoke. He was glad for the hand on his shoulder, leading him back through the garden as it had lead him through the cellar. Though the air was clear and the sun was bright and the sound of wind was familiar to Arthur, he felt as closed off from it all as he did beneath the ground.
Never in his life had Arthur experienced anything like Malachi described. To feel like he was floating, not in control of himself - even under the most powerful effects of his own drugs, Arthur had held on close to himself. It seemed silly to imagine that something as simple as killing someone could exceed that, but when Malachi mentioned god it suddenly made sense.
He's always thought himself as a god. Always thought that becoming a doctor would be the closest he would ever come to it, but apparently there was another step forward. And Arthur had been preventing all this time - what a fool he'd been.
"I want that too," he whispered. "I want it more than words can say."
Really, he deserved it, to feel that power. To be that powerful, alongside Malachi. They deserved it.
"Oh, I'm anxious to do it now," he said, smiling a bit. "Malachi, do you want to watch? I'd like there to be a witness, and there's no one better than you."
Arthur took the hand that had been resting on his shoulder and held it tight between the two of his own. Green eyes stared hard at Malachi behind small panes of glass, hopeful and excited and utterly enraptured with the man they were looking at.
"I'm so in love with you, Malachi. I think I'd like very much to beat Miriam to death, perhaps with my hands. Would you patch me up afterwards? I imagine the skin on my knuckles would split."
Softly, his thumbs touched the scabs where the same had happened to Malachi from when he had broken Arthur's nose.
"And after, we'll burn this dreadful place to the ground and catch the first train back to Whitby... You'll see your children again, and I'll be right beside you, and we'll be gods together. I'll never stop worshipping you. I love you."
Never in his life had Arthur experienced anything like Malachi described. To feel like he was floating, not in control of himself - even under the most powerful effects of his own drugs, Arthur had held on close to himself. It seemed silly to imagine that something as simple as killing someone could exceed that, but when Malachi mentioned god it suddenly made sense.
He's always thought himself as a god. Always thought that becoming a doctor would be the closest he would ever come to it, but apparently there was another step forward. And Arthur had been preventing all this time - what a fool he'd been.
"I want that too," he whispered. "I want it more than words can say."
Really, he deserved it, to feel that power. To be that powerful, alongside Malachi. They deserved it.
"Oh, I'm anxious to do it now," he said, smiling a bit. "Malachi, do you want to watch? I'd like there to be a witness, and there's no one better than you."
Arthur took the hand that had been resting on his shoulder and held it tight between the two of his own. Green eyes stared hard at Malachi behind small panes of glass, hopeful and excited and utterly enraptured with the man they were looking at.
"I'm so in love with you, Malachi. I think I'd like very much to beat Miriam to death, perhaps with my hands. Would you patch me up afterwards? I imagine the skin on my knuckles would split."
Softly, his thumbs touched the scabs where the same had happened to Malachi from when he had broken Arthur's nose.
"And after, we'll burn this dreadful place to the ground and catch the first train back to Whitby... You'll see your children again, and I'll be right beside you, and we'll be gods together. I'll never stop worshipping you. I love you."
