Eidolic
Still, Arthur manages to avoid telling Alfred the truth almost until his year of kindergarten is over, his lisp trained away.
Until Alfred gets into a fight with his classmates and comes home sniffling but unharmed, with dusty knees and a wobbly lower lip.
"They said you aren't real and that I'm just a baby," Alfred sulks, pouting. "But you are! I know you are!"
"Hush, lad," Arthur murmurs, dusting him off and putting a plaster over his paper cut. "I am real, aye, but also not. They aren't wrong."
Alfred's eyes flash defiantly. "They are too! You're mine! Real!"
Posted: June 10, 2016
Word Count: 100
Author's note: Sorry about the repeated messages, just repeating to make sure the steady readers notice! While I have a good bit of this story planned out, I think there's a lot of little moments I want to incorporate. To that end, I'd really love it if you have an idea for it, or just a one-word prompt for me. If you have anything like that-short prompts are preferable, I find them easier to spin off of-leave it in a review, or message me with it if it's long? Chances are I'll use it sooner or later if it doesn't disrupt the plot! If and/or when I do, I'll shoot you a message about it, and you'll be credited in the notes for the chapter(s).