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Charles isn't exactly sure when it happened, when that little light inside his heart started to call a certain name. Might have been on the stairs leaving Hell. Might have been in that attic where he felt so lost. His heart has always been open, despite how he was punished for it in life.
When he walks into the office, Edwin is facing away, busy with something at the desk. Charles lets his eyes slip down Edwin’s body, a slender frame that has got him through so bloody much. Edwin turns around before Charles gets to gaze at his arse, what a shame.
‘There you are, how did Mrs Griffin take the news?’
‘Very well, she sends her regards.’
Edwin gives him a tight lighted smile as Charles steps closer to the desk.
‘This is pretty, what's the occasion?’ His fingers touch the purple flowers gently.
‘Thought we could use a little colour. You know, if clients visit or something .’
Charles snaps his head back to Edwin, the tone of that something goes up his spine.
‘Charles, we need to talk.’
Edwin’s face is stoic and Charles’s heartbeat is in his ears.
Edwin, Edwin, Edwin, it beats. He knows it's not possible and yet it's so bloody clear.
‘I think I might die all over again if you say you regret what you said.’
Charles knows he doesn't need to give context, he can see it in Edwin's eyes. Edwin looks down at the lavender and Charles steps in closer.
‘I feel it now. Or I know what I feel now. I'm an idiot to not realise it sooner.’
Charles puts his hand on Edwin’s chest, he hears a little gasp. Charles nods and Edwin nods back at him before they both lean in. Their lips finally touch. The kiss is soft and Charles feels glimpses of sunlight and smells the lavender. His soul feels at peace as it moulds with Edwin's.