Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Dec 14, 2011 16:33:44 GMT -5
Something in Francis' gut twisted as he watched Arthur fold into himself and retreat, feeling helpless. It hurt, honestly ached, to see Arthur have to protect himself from Francis when Francis wanted nothing more than to keep him safe.
Francis was ready to bolt after Arthur, his feet poised to run and leap just to get to him. But something held him back, an invisible force rooting him to his spot, leaving him staring at the open door.
With a sense of dread, Francis realized that this was Arthur's answer. The pirate had replied to Francis' question in his own roundabout way, but it was clear nonetheless.
Francis was no stranger to heartbreak; he had experienced more than he needed to in his lifetime. But each new one broke him a little bit rather than steel him for any more, and this one, still fresh, was like each of the previous ones put together and magnified. Knees weak, he sank onto the bed, staring hollowly at the door.
True to his promise, Francis did not glance at the window and watch Arthur leave the mansion.