Velvet Debonair
Or: Edwin yearning, the fic. (Originally was written as part of a larger idea a while ago, but I decided it would behave very well as an independent ficlet)
If Edwin could ever know cause for a second death, it would be this: Charles, looking utterly devastating in an honest-to-goodness red velvet suit, the top two buttons of his cream dress shirt tastefully undone and his gold chain settled under the open collar in place of a tie.











