Hello everyone! I bring you a short but sweet drabble with my fave King and Queen. :D Just a little slice of life to get back into that word a little bit. I've missed it so.
As always, enjoy, fave and comment. All awesome things!
The King of Spades smiled contentedly, his back resting against the wall. He was sitting underneath his large bedroom window, on the floor, letting the breeze waft over him. It was a pleasant evening, cool and refreshing, a nice break from the heat of the day. Stars dotted the sky and the moon shone bright, full in its splendor. His Queen, the love of his life, sat in between his legs, his back resting against him, Arthur's head on his shoulder. It was a quiet, serene moment that served to end the day wonderfully. Alfred ran his hand through Arthur's hair and kissed his cheek.
"Can you do the thing?" He asked gently into his ear. Arthur laughed gently and held out his hand.
"Only because it's your birthday, my love."
Alfred watched fascinated as Arthur curled his hand into a fist. He listened intently as Arthur mumbled some ancient words that the King couldn't possibly hope to understand. His hand began to glow and then, he opened his fist, blowing on it like blowing a kiss to a loved one.
Then the magic really happened.
The glow burst into a million tiny sparks of lights, pulsing and undulating like fireflies on a summer night. Alfred sat in wonder, hugging Arthur to him, legs entwined with his. The room was turned into a lovely wonderland, this kind of magic being Alfred's favorite. Yes, healing magic had its benefits, particularly with how clumsy he could be, everyday magic was fine, useful, mundane as such and dull. Battle magic was certainly up there on the list, being the one he was most skilled at, but this- this was on a whole other level.
And there was no one else in the kingdom that could use light magic like Arthur. From bright as the sun bursts of energy to these small fireflies, no one could come close to the beauty and wonder Arthur made happen. And Alfred admitted he was probably a tad bit bias, but he couldn't care less. The Queen of Spades was amazing.
After a while, he felt Arthur nudge him gently, looking concerned. That caught Alfred a little off guard and he furrowed his eyebrow. "What's wrong, Art? You feeling okay?" He asked, always concerned about his husband's poor health. Arthur nodded, reassuring him.
"I'm alright, darling. You are the one crying. Are you alright?"
Alfred touched his own cheek as Arthur reached over to wipe the other free. He was genuinely surprised to find the tears running down his face. He laughed, bouncing Arthur up and down in the humorous wake. "These are happy tears, nothing to worry about." He said simply. Of course, that settled his worried husband and the room returned to a peaceful stupor.
Hours may have passed, or minutes, Alfred couldn't quantify. He watched the lights dance across his room, holding Arthur, kissing him from time to time. Some lights began to fade as a clock struck midnight somewhere below them.
"Happy Birthday, My King." Arthur murmured sleepily, closing his eyes and nuzzling into Alfred's chest. Alfred closed his.
"Sleep well, My Queen."
