THIS WAS SO GOOD
Aaahaufjduxb so worth, and it actually answered a fair number of questions about the logistics of vampirism.
Below is Arthur being savagely blasphemous…
Seriously, so stoked I got this story.
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Here is Day 2 of 12 Days of Arthur: Music 🎶
Just a fluffy little scene 🥰
A thank you again to @oigimi and @scummy-writes
Arthur fluff, ~480 words
It was a late start to the day, but Arthur supposed that was simply the price of being an author. After a mighty stretch, he braved the hallways to procure some coffee.
Gleaning from the sun rays filtering in through the windows, he reckoned it must be a bit past noon. A smile graced his face, knowing she would be in the kitchen at about this time. A chipper hum flowed through him.
Taking a brief pause just before his entrance, Arthur’s smile grew wider as he heard the quiet shuffle of feet beyond the door. He froze then, becoming even more grateful that he’d taken the time to listen in.
Within the kitchen, her voice took up a small tune; she was singing the very tune that he had finished just a moment before.
♪ “Goodbye Piccadilly, farewell Leicester Square~ It’s a long, long way to Tipperary, but my heart’s right there.” ♪
There was a strange flutter in his chest, followed by a warmth he’d long grown disaccustomed to. Had the two of them been on the same wavelength? Arthur found himself liking the idea of that. Why, he’d liked that idea far too much.
Not so fond of the idea of waiting any longer, Arthur made a far more excited entrance than he’d initially planned.
“Why, I didn’t know you were a songbird! You should have told me, luv,” Arthur’s lilted voice made her jump, but she turned toward him with a shy smile.
“You’re waking up rather late today,” she teased.
“A writer’s work is never done, I'm afraid. We simply rest our eyes for a few hours here and there until we can fuel up on coffee made by beautiful morning birds.”
Her cheeks were determined not to grow any pinker, but it was a challenge. She brought up a cup and began brewing.
“Speaking of…” Arthur stifled his enthusiasm as he broke the brief silence. “I would have thought the only music you and I would both know would be one of Wolfie’s. I’d never imagine you’d know It’s A Long Way to Piccadilly.”
She chuckled, “I’m actually pretty sure Mozart’s pieces are the only songs we both knew.”
Arthur blinked, puzzled. “But you were just singing it word-for-word?”
Her eyebrow raised as she wrapped up her coffee preparations. “Arthur, you sing that song practically every day. I’ve picked up the words pretty quickly from it,” she giggled. “I used to think it was just when you were at your happiest, but really it’s just all the time,” she grinned, handing over his cup.
Bugger me... There went that damned fluttering again.
“No, luv, I think you were spot on. I think the amount of happy days have simply grown exponentially as of late.”
“Oh? Well that’s good!”
Arthur nodded, the warmth within him threatening to combust. “I think so, too.”
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