Eidolic
Arthur knows it will be quite a while before Alfred truly understands what choosing to see him will entail. It will be harder to stop his sight later on, true, but he cannot bring himself to simply leave and allow the boy to believe him imaginary.
He can no longer imagine life without Alfred.
He doesn't want to.
Alfred bounds through his bedroom door, bouncing on top of his racecar-themed bed as he begins to chatter, telling Arthur about his day.
Arthur decides that it's okay to enjoy this while it lasts, and smears finger paint on messy Alfred's nose.
Posted: June 13, 2016
Word Count: 100
Author's note: Sorry about the repeated messages, just repeating one last time 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).