“Quit that.” Arthur murmurs, squinting against your hands as you press and prod against his face. “Woman, quit.” He’s squirming and complaining against your touch, but he doesn’t pull away from it— Arthur’s got no fight left.

Blood speckles his already dirtied face- someone had made a fool out of him, of course, and you spew nasty words towards him as you lick the pads of your thumbs and swipe away. “Lord,” He mutters under his breath, and his glassy eyes shut, surrendering. “I was only tryna be nice.”

What an idiot. Allowing some crazy to ride the back of his horse— you want to squeeze the stupid out of him for being so trusting.

“Oh, Arthur,” He predicts you’ll say, like so many of the others, and his body loosens under your touch. ”Jus’ leave it be.”