Things I Wrote at One Time or Another

The Arcana; "Midsummer"

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A fanfare should've played that midsummer morning as he watched him—with his white hair and wild, gleaming eyes—walk up that pathway, grinning boyishly. He came like a summer breeze and feathered his way into view through the haze. Luca greeted him from where he sat on the front steps of the cottage, renewed with new splendor.

He pushed himself up onto his feet as Asra approached, curious in his expression, with the note in his right hand. "A mesmerizing midsummer's afternoon?" He quoted, observant as Luca leaned towards him. He was dressed in light clothing, a sleeveless shirt he usually wore to sleep, and a pair of cut off trousers that exposed his knees. He seemed to shine in the afternoon glow; his freckles daystars, lovely conspirators to the wonder that was him.

"Would you care for a swim?" Luca asked, carelessly stepping away. He eyed him over his shoulder, looking as if to tease.

Something in Asra's chest seemed to erupt—burning with excitement. It prompted him to follow.

"What's this about?" He asked as they walked in the direction of the river. They haven't celebrated midsummer since they were children.