A/N Thanks so much to iblametheNargles and kaptainmad for your reviews! They were very much appreciated :)
When I published the first chapter, I wasn't sure whether I would want to continue, but suddenly, I was struck with inspiration and I have many ideas for the chapters to come. I hope you enjoy !
Arthur stood on the side of the Parisian street facing the college. A lecture had just ended and a great number of students were exiting the grounds.
In appearance, the two were very apparent opposites. The point man was walking crisply with purpose, his dark suit and tie in place, while the throng of students ambled along without a set destination wearing comfortable jeans and sweaters. Some were in pajamas even, having to have chosen between arriving on time or getting dressed. It had been years since Arthur had worn such clothes in public.
The lights changed and he crossed the street, clashing with the now jovial group. They were too close for comfort even if this was only for a few seconds, and he swiftly evaded each errant elbow and expressive hand, seemingly without effort, an afterthought. At the forefront of his mind was the task at hand, namely to have an informative conversation with professor Miles on a certain architect.
He was conscious that part of the reason for this plan of action was that he was avoiding the pretty woman like the plague, but for the majority, this is what he did. He gathers information on a subject without their knowledge, and then he makes decisions. He interviews the crew instead of watching the big show.
He didn't like thinking about her as a subject, though. It seemed... wrong. He only needed to get an appraisal of her mental well-being; to be sure she wasn't too affected by her first job to keep building after all.
Arthur could count the number of times he had been to see Miles at his workplace on one hand, yet he knew that the old man could usually be found in his classroom. As he came closer and closer to the entrance of the latter, his sense of purpose increased until suddenly he was reaching for the handle, covering the cold metal with his large hand and carefully turning it with a controlled force. He silently opened the door and took a step forward but stopped short once his eyes finished evaluating the room.
The only person inside was the one he had come to see about, rather than the person he had come to see. She sat at the middle of the furthest isle, her face tilted to the bishop that lay faced down on the desk. Arthur watched her without emotion as she picked the bishop up and let it fall a dozen more times. According to her schedule, she presently had a class. The urge to approach her, to show her that he was here for her, that he hadn't forgotten, almost took over his lean body. He managed to keep his business facade. She was very good at what she did, and that wouldn't change for a long time, yet if she missed classes to grasp the fact that she was in reality, then he must wait a little while longer to bring her back to his world, if she still wanted it, of course. But right now she wasn't okay.
He left as silently as he came.
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