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Arthur/Open
Nov. 18th, 2025 05:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ceaselesslaborIt had been a long night. Arthur had been up far too long, far too late, and he knows better than to try and push through on so little sleep. Parker had gone to sleep hours ago, providing bo outlet for the pounding sense that he has to go out and do something.
The city is unusually quiet, a fact that Arthur clocks almost immediately. It's dark. It's damp. There's a heavy, oppressive nature to the entire place, like moments before a storm. Except, in this case, the night sky is clear. The wind is still. The moon casts an eerie, hazy film over the sleepless city.
He hears a loud cry, a sharp sound in the strange stillness.
It sounds like someone calling for help.
He rushes towards the disturbance, shoes pounding against the pavement.
The city is unusually quiet, a fact that Arthur clocks almost immediately. It's dark. It's damp. There's a heavy, oppressive nature to the entire place, like moments before a storm. Except, in this case, the night sky is clear. The wind is still. The moon casts an eerie, hazy film over the sleepless city.
He hears a loud cry, a sharp sound in the strange stillness.
It sounds like someone calling for help.
He rushes towards the disturbance, shoes pounding against the pavement.
