“ Salve, mi amice! ” the stranger said amicably, “Huh, you really lost your memories when you came back, didn’t you, Alexānder? ” With a start, he realized the man’s left hand was replaced by some sort of wooden apparatus, maybe some sort of crude prothstetic. The stranger held up his hands in surrender, but Alexander got the feeling that he didn’t feel threatened in any way. “Who are you?” Alexander asked, quietly but dangerously, gun still levelled at the man’s heart. In front of him, a man with greying brown hair, a red cape, ancient bronze armor, and a winning smile that had probably seduced many a woman in his younger days. Granted, Alexander hadn’t held a modern pistol before, but if there was anything that a Jones picked up on quickly, it was the operation of firearms. “You know,” a voice said from somewhere behind them, “I thought it looked cuter with him on your shoulder.”Īlexander jumped up from the bench and in one fluent movement, took Alfred’s gun from his jacket and turned to point it at the intruder.
Funny as that would be, Alexander decided to shift his brother gently so that he was leaning back on the back of the bench rather than him.
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With a wistful smile, Alexander realized that once he disappeared, Alfred would fall and crack his head open on the stone of the bench. He was too good a brother for his own good. Alexander’s heart turned to melted butter, and he remembered why he kept coming back. He didn’t even know why he kept coming here every year, why oh, why did he keep coming back? Keep reopening all these old wounds- Alfred sniffled on his shoulder, and hummed in that sleepy, adorable way he did. Alexander knew damn well that he was an outcast. Alexander sighed as he looked at the grave they were sitting in front of. The cemetery’s visiting hours were long since over, but no one had discovered them yet. They were sitting on a stone bench in Arlington, an Alfred had finally cried himself out, now just resting fitfully on the Confederate’s shoulder.
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