Weeks had gone by and you were settling in nicely in your new home in London. Arthur was right when he said it rained everyday. There wasn't a day so far where you could go out and enjoy the warmth of the sun. But you had to admit it was fun sitting in the rain with your gentleman. Not to mention you snuck in a few kisses now and then.
But today, it was actually clear out. You could tell from the change in atmosphere. Sitting up in bed, you swung your legs over and stood up shakily. Your head began to spin and you felt dizzy. Dizzier than usual. Shaking it off, you felt around for your cane when a hand grabbed your wrist.
"Good morning, ______," Arthur said as he pressed his lips to yours.
"O-oh!" your face reddened. "Good morning!"
Arthur smiled, even if you couldn't see the gesture and looped his arm with yours. He lead you down the stairs and into the kitchen. You sat in your chair, which he kindly pulled out for you, and began to eat the breakfast he had prepared for you. Arthur's cooking wasn't the best, but you didn't want to hurt his feelings so you ate it with a smile on your face. It seemed to make him happy.
"Arthur?" you said as you wiped your mouth with a napkin he provided.
"Yes?" his voice came from across the table.
"It's sunny out, right?"
Arthur grabbed your hands, "Yes. And?"
"Well," a shy smile came across your face, "Can we go outside?"
"Of course!" Arthur patted your hand then stood up and cleaned the dishes. "Let's get dress then I can take you somewhere I like to go on sunny days."
"How much further, Arthur?" you huffed as said Brit guided you up a hill.
"Not much. Just hang on!" you could hear the smile in his voice when he came to a stop. "We're here, love."
The two of you sat down and you leaned into him, nuzzling into his neck, "What does this 'special place' look like?"
"Well," Arthur looked around, taking in the sight. "We're sitting on a hill-"
"That much I could tell," you interupted.
He chuckled, "And we're sitting underneith a tree. The grass is a vibrant green and the sun is shining brightly overhead."
You interlocked your fingers with his and smiled, "You should be a poet."
There was a pause as he thought about this, "I suppose. But the best thing about this place is it's where the faires and unicorns come to relax and think like I."
"The unicorns and fairies?" you repeated.
"Yes." he said as he played with a strand of your (h/c) hair.
You played the image out in your mind. There was a wide, beautiful field with pastel colored flowers speckling the field. You and your gentleman sat beneath a tree with crimson apples hanging down from it's branches. Butterflies flew by and one landed on your nose. Wait... that's not a butterfly it's.....
Complete with pale, yellow wings and pointy ears. She giggled and flew away when a pure white horse ran below in the fields, leaving behind a trail of glitter. The horn on it's head was as clear as day.
"Oh my," Arthur gasped, shattering your image that was playing in your mind, "You think I'm as mad as a hatter, don't you?"
"No!" you replied. You bit your lip, "Just.... surprised."
You and Arthur sat beneath the tree all afternoon. He spun tales of mermaids and sea monsters from his days as a pirate. He said that he slayed a great beast from the ocean and was recieved a treasure chest of gold. He later found out that it was all candy and then owed money to quiete a few bars and inns.
Arthur watched the sun begin to set and whispered in your ear the shades of purples and oranges the sky was painting. He helped you up and wrapped his jacket around you, stealing a kiss as he did so.
"After telling all of those tales of your pirate days you must be feeling pretty fiendish." you giggled as he lead you down the hill, his arm hung loosley around your waist.
A dark chuckle arose from his throat, "Ai,"
You suddenly felt light headed. Not from his sexy pirate impression but from, well, you didn't know. You clutched the Brit's sweater in fear of falling foreward. You stumbled foreward but he caught you in time.
"__________!" he exclaimed with alarm in his voice. "What's wrong?"
"Take...... me..... home....." you breathed out, trying to steady your breathing.
"O-of course, love." he said as he wrapped your arm around his shoulders and helped you down the slope.
He didn't understand. You were getting better. He swore it. How could you suddenly become so ill again? Arthur sighed as these thought's hammered his head. He took another sip of tea and began to pace the kitchen again, waiting to hear any noise coming from your room. The Brit took you home and helped you get dressed then put you to bed. As soon as you fell asleep, he went downstairs and tried to clear his mind. Arthur continued pacing then looked up at his phone by the computer desk.
"You should call him."
Arthur spun arounnd to see the small, mint colored bunny levitating in the air by his tea. He rubbed his forehead, "But what if it's getting worse?"
"Well then they can help her!" Mint Bunny chirped. "It'll only worsen if she is left without medical help. And Arthur, you need to keep her around. I haven't seen you this happy since Fiona."
Arthur flinched at the name of his former lover who he had lost in the battle between himself and that bloody sea monster. He was going to marry her. She was going to be the mother of his children. Tears stung his eyes as he looked back up at the phone across the room. He picked it up angrily and dialed furiously.
"No." he stated harshly, "I won't loose again."