He dispensed starlight to casual moths

“Are you ready to talk yet darling~?” the other Arthur coo’s in that sickeningly sweet voice, dripping in venom and sugar.  Alfred just stares up at him, his lips parted as another dribble of crimson drops from his mouth, all he can taste is copper.

“Or do I have to try and loosen that tounge of yours all over again~?”



Credit to Uhoh-Beek for 2p!England .M.;/