Eidolic
Arthur spends the entire night with Francis and Matthew, bickering amiably with his old friend while Matthew fluttered about the kitchen, baking tartlets.
With every breath of warm air, scented with vanilla, mint, and lavender, Arthur feels at home in a way he never does except when he is around Alfred.
And, of course, he tells them about the dear child, stumbling over his words and flushing often at Francis' good-natured jokes.
And when he is done, they sit silently for a while, Francis holding a half-eaten, forgotten pastry.
"Will you come?" Arthur asks breathlessly.
"Of course!" they chorus, smiling.
Posted: June 20, 2016
Word Count: 100