Eidolic
Arthur had possessed the sight too, in life, and so understood what the child's life would entail.
Still, he won't see us if he does not wish to, not past a year or two. And there are no ill-wishing spirits here.
His eyebrows quirked as the energetic baby tugged at his translucent bangs, laughing delightedly.
"It seems I can't hide from you after all," he murmured good-naturedly. "Not if you come to find me."
Stoically enduring the childish tugs at his rather busy eyebrows, Arthur sighed.
I almost hope he chooses not to believe. It's so much easier that way.
Posted: June 2, 2016
Word Count: 100