there’s something so delicately & utterly soft about domesticity between a deep settled into relationship.
& that’s why i craaaaaave talking about the gentle moments between arthur & charles either in canon or fiction. they are the perfect example of softness.
in canon, it’s the way charles perks up when he talks to arthur. it’s the way arthur will go out of his way to check-in on charles. it’s the way they depend on each other to be there no matter at the end of the day.
in fiction, it’s the way arthur’s calloused hands gently braid through charles’s hair after a shared bath. it’s the way charles will cook both of them breakfast on rainy sunday mornings. they’re endlessly happy.
& i just think that’s honestly just so neat of them.
