Her days were incredibly long when Rimbaud was still the centre of her existence.

She was always trying to pay attention, to be on the ball, not to break down.

Yet the only thing she did was hoping that nothing could upset their balance.

That nothing could upset the balance of her Arthur.

Her Arthur.

Was he ever really hers?

Sometimes she liked to blame Victor Hugo, the leader of the transcendentals, for everything that had happened.

It was he who by some twist of fate had decided to entrust her to the 'care' of the spy Arthur Rimbaud.

The man had his eye on her ability, he thought her useful for his organisation and the choice to train her fell on Rimbaud.

A man always cold and completely detached from reality.

A decidedly restless soul.

Even he was not particularly enthusiastic about the idea of training the young recruit, but those were Victor Hugo's orders and he had learned to his cost that it was not possible to refuse his commands.

The ability of (Y/n), allowed her to produce venom, like a snake.

Hugo had entrusted her to Rimbaud in order to utilise the latter's ability to train her. His ultimate goal was to take (Y/n)'s ability to extremes.

(Y/n) had become infatuated with her handsome and mysterious mentor from the start and, just as Hugo had hoped, had given herself body and soul to show she could overcome all her limitations.

Rimbaud had noticed the blind optimism that animated the young woman.

At first he had laughed at it, but soon realised that those little attentions that (Y/n) reserved for him alone did not displease him so much and decided to pull the rope.

Nothing bad could happen to him after all.

He had soon started promising her things, but not a single one of them was kept, ever.

It had seemed to (Y/n) that she could see a starry sky when Rimbaud had started to show interest in her and respond to her provocations.

But that perfect sky Rimbaud had given her had not lasted long.

It had only taken a few nights of fun to see the double façade of France's best spy.

She had tried to keep up with the pace of what had now become Arthur for her, but the man was making it incredibly difficult for her.

His mood swings were the order of the day, but not only that.

Even the rules of their relationship were always being questioned.

And (Y/n) tried and tried again, but Arthur was always ready to checkmate her.

Always ready to show her a new version of him.

Trouble was, he still managed to be lovable.

He still managed to be the best of lovers.

But the more they continued, the more often Arthur shuffled his cards.

Up to the point where (Y/n) stopped answering his phone calls.

She couldn't pray every time that he was not contacting her to express his frustration.

Perhaps already at that point she should have run away as far away as possible.

Yet she couldn't do that.

Because after these episodes Arthur returned passionate and fiery and she could not refuse.

She couldn't be without him.

At that point she had repeatedly regretted their superior's warnings.

He had told her to pay attention to Rimbaud and not to try to embark on a relationship with him, but she had not wanted to hear reason.

And just as she found herself still in Arthur's arms after one of their nights of passion, she regretted not having listened to Hugo.

Because now it was almost impossible for her to let go.

"I see you distracted." Arthur whispered to her.

(Y/n) remained silent for a while wondering what the best response was.

Should she try to hold on to this brief interlude of unexpected warmth from him or finally externalize clearly what he was putting her through?

"Half an hour ago you showed up pissed off because I hadn't answered the phone, after those horrible messages to boot..."

In response Arthur moved a hand to her thigh and (Y/n) knew where he was going with this.

"Come on. I was just angry with Hugo and I took my anger out on you. The important thing is that we made it clear."

"Arthur we didn't clear the air, we just..."

The man's lips were on hers again, even more passionate than before.

She was about to let go, but managed to become lucid again.

"Arthur, stop!" She pulled him abruptly away from her.

She saw his eyes shrink to two slits.

"You can't keep treating me like shit and then come over and fuck me like nothing happened! You're driving me crazy!"

"I'm driving you crazy? (Y/n)..." He laughed. "Do you really think I ever really felt anything for you?"

The girl widened her eyes.

"Have I ever confessed my feelings to you? Said I loved you? Promised to marry you and start a family with you?"

Rimbaud had suddenly calmed down, while (Y/n) was certain she was about to faint.

Because he was right.

He had never said anything like that to her.

While she continued to profess her love for him, he had only ever got down to facts.

Never once had he uttered a word of affection for her.

"Yet you don't seem to mind being fucked, do you?" He asked, playing with a lock of the girl's hair.

"Come on, you don't really want the last memory I have of you to be a weak weeping gitl? You are so much more..."

No one resorted to the most devious mind games to achieve their ends better than him.

This was a quality that (Y/n) had always recognised in him.

The man twisted her as he liked.

And not even that time, after he had told her he was only using her for fun; she had not been able to refuse him.

She was not capable of that.

The tears she had shed then she would never forget.

That was the last evening she had succumbed to Rimbaud's charm.

The following day she went to Victor Hugo almost begging him to send her on a mission to some remote corner of the Earth and she wasn't too surprised when her superior agreed, revealing that her skills would be useful elsewhere.

Once back, she witnessed a sight that was puzzling to her.

Apparently Hugo had entrusted another figure to Rimbaud's care.

An artificial weapon, it seemed, but when she saw it she was shocked by the disarming beauty that this ice-eyed being had.

And she wasn't the only one who was impressed.

(Y/n) had seen Rimbaud and that thing together and realised that history would soon repeat itself, but she could tell that Arthur wasn't playing around that time.

(Y/n) wondered, however, if they would ever last or if Rimbaud would simply consume and wear him down too as he had done to her and whoever had woven a relationship with him.

04/08/2023

I know, this might seem strange, but if we consider that we don't know much about Arthur's life as a spy, almost anything could go lmao

Btw no worries I assure you he's going to have one of the favourite songs of the album, he'll also have his time to shine!!

Oh, this time I didn't really work much on (Y/n)'s ability, sorry.

Next week you won't probably get "Mean" 'cause I still have to come up with a new idea, so I'll be like miss Swift and I'll surprise you!!!