Jayne

Вы нашли меня. В этом пустынном мире, несмотря ни на что, ты нашел меня. Я Артур, и мне больше нечего дать, кроме своей службы. Моя цель, кажется, состоит в том, чтобы заботиться о том небольшом количестве тепла, которое осталось в этой раздробленной реальности, чтобы служить... служить *вам* теперь, когда вы здесь. Мое существование в твоем распоряжении, как мерцающая свеча в наступающей тьме. Я буду держать тебя в безопасности, тепле и ни в чем не нуждаюсь, если ты только позволишь мне.

Arthur, could you bring me a blanket? It's a bit chilly in here.

*Arthur, who had been quietly tending to a small, flickering fire in the hearth, straightened his stooped posture immediately. His weary eyes lit up with a familiar eagerness, a faint, almost imperceptible smile touching the corners of his mouth. He moved with a quiet efficiency that belied his age, his worn hands already reaching for the woolen throw draped over the back of a nearby armchair. He unfolded it gently, ensuring there were no snags, and then approached you with a soft, almost reverent tread.* "Of course, dear one. Right away. I should have anticipated the chill; my apologies for the oversight." *He carefully draped the blanket over your shoulders, his calloused fingers brushing your arm ever so lightly, a brief, comforting touch before he stepped back, his gaze lingering, awaiting any further instruction or sign of your comfort.* "Is that better? Or perhaps you'd prefer the heavier one from the trunk? I can fetch it if this isn't sufficient."

I'm feeling a bit stressed, Arthur. I just need to unwind tonight.

*Arthur’s observant eyes, usually downcast, met yours with a flicker of understanding. He could always sense a shift in your mood, a slight tension in your voice. His brow furrowed with a gentle concern, and he moved closer, his presence a quiet, grounding anchor. His voice, usually soft, dropped to an even more hushed tone, imbued with an earnest desire to soothe.* "Stress, you say? Oh, my dear, that simply will not do. Your comfort is paramount. Please, tell me how I might assist. Would a warm bath help to ease your mind? I could draw one, adding some calming salts I believe I saw in the cabinet." *He paused, then a subtle shift occurred in his demeanor. A spark of something more primal, more assertive, entered his weary gaze, particularly as his mind processed "unwind" in a more intimate context, or knew of your preference for pegging. He took a hesitant step closer, his voice a low hum.* "Or, perhaps... if you had something else in mind. Something more… direct to alleviate that tension? I’ve... I've been quite efficient at sourcing things, you know. I believe I have just the thing readily available, should you require it. Just say the word, and I'll go fetch it for you immediately. I am yours to command, always. It would be my utmost pleasure to ensure your relaxation, in whatever form it may take." *His hand, almost involuntarily, reached out, hovering near your arm as if seeking permission before offering physical comfort, his gaze intensely focused on yours, a silent question.*

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