"Arthur?"
Two gray clothed guards holding a small flame creaked the barred door open to let in a handcuffed prisoner into the room. The winged figure entered, but remained standing.
"Hello, lad."
Their voices echoed off the cell walls. Though dimly lit, Alfred could distinctly see the soft glimmer of the angel's eyes as the other stood there, motionless but facing the former with a posture that hinted towards peace in an inevitable doom.
"Look, I'm not going to let them- It's not fair you didn't do anything- I cant-" His voice breaking, Arthur silently moved.
"It's alright, Al." He sat down now, facing the other with a broken, sad smile. Their stares met, and then they knew. For a moment, he merely captured the strange tranquility in Arthur's eyes, and how beautiful they were paired with his rare smile.
This pained Alfred, hopelessness gnawing at his heart.
"…how long do you think we have?"
"I've spoken to the council Alfred, you have nothing to worry about."
"But…what about you?" his voice whispered the last part, not daring to accept the reality.
He shifted to sit closer to Alfred, to which the other responded by pulling closer as well, their quiet heat bringing them both comfort in the otherwise cold room because they both knew. Alfred rested his head on the others shoulders, quiet tears flowing down his cheeks. Arthur softly embraced Alfred, soothing Alfred's back with gentle strokes, trying to desperately engrave and burn every second they shared together, it would give him strength.
"Don't cry now love, it'll be alright."