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Arthur was having a hard day, admittedly. He couldn’t stop thinking of Bella, and his work, and just— everything. He sat in his office, rotting away while scribbling down to what others might deem as nonsense. It made sense to him, and thats all that truly mattered to him. He hummed out some of the notes as he wrote, before getting frustrated at the sounding of it and scratching out everything. It was a cycle he just kept repeating.
A knock on his door made him pause this cycle, tearing his eyes from the pages and glance over to the entrance to his room.
“Come in, come in,“ he called out, while putting his pen down.
The door opened and in Tess stepped, giving Arthur a soft smile. Tess was Arthurs housekeeper, and an absolute sweetheart. Arthur was grateful and rather lucky to have such a kind house keeper. She had however asked for the evening off, which is probably why she was here.
“My carriage is here. Thank you for letting me have the evening off, Mr. Lester,“ Tess said, while bowing her head, “I’ve set a bath up for Faroe. You just need to check in on her in a few minutes.“
Arthur nodded in response and gave a soft smile to Tess as a thank you. She returned the smile out of respect.
“Thank you, Tess. Now run along, you don’t want to keep your coachman waiting, “ Arthur said while waving his hand, signalling for her to get going.
“ Thank you, sir. Have a nice evening! “
Tess quickly turned on her heel and hurried off, leaving Arthur on his own. He turned back to his work, noting in his mind to check on Faroe in a few minutes. He eventually got back into his work, scribbling out songs and testing them every so often. He just couldn’t seem to make a good song. A few minutes had passed, and he was just growing increasingly more frustrated.
Arthur didn’t even know why he was a composer. He couldn’t make anything sound good, or make any new interesting songs, but for some reason, the people still liked them. Even getting some of his songs on the radio! Horrible taste, he thought to himself. Arthur couldn’t see why anyone would want his songs. He crumpled up his page, throwing it off somewhere in his room.
He sighed, leaning back and pushed back his hair. Arthur rolled his head, stretching out his neck as he sighed. He drummed his fingers on his thighs, feeling rather bored. He was forgetting something. Forgetting..
Faroe.
He had to go check on Faroe. Shit, Faroe! He had to go check on Faroe. How could he be so stupidly engrossed in his work that he didn’t check on his daughter? He was a dumbass. Arthur yanked himself away from his work, letting a couple papers fall to the ground as he hurried his way to the washroom. He swore the whole time there, his heart pounding in his ears. How could he forget? How could he?
He practically slammed the door open to the bathroom, to see Faroe.
In the bath.
Alive and safe, and looking at her dad with her big round eyes. The water was at her neck.
Arthur let out a heavy sigh of relief, rushing over to the bath to turn off the running water. He smiled at Faroe who giggled at him, reaching her hands out to touch her father’s nose. Arthur smiled, pressing his forehead to Faroe’s.
“Faroe, my dear, what are we going to do with me? Your father is so forgetful,” he mumbled.
Faroe squeezed Arthurs nose, earning a snort from her dad. Arthur dully noted to not be working the next time Faroe took a bath.