As the weeks turned into months, Arthur slowly realized he was actually falling in love with Francis. Of course, the vampire already knew he loved the human, but for Arthur to finally admit to himself that he was in love was a major leap.
He realized he was in love with Francis on the night of the tenth month after they'd met. Francis was relaxing with him in his bed as usual, and reading his book which had been published 2 months before. Francis was carefully stroking his hair, and his head was in the vampire's lap, fighting off sleep. In the peace of the moment of the chilly December night, with the moonlight shinning in, Arthur Kirkland realized he was hopelessly, amazingly, crazily in love with Francis Bonnefoy.
That night, when he fell asleep, he dreamt of eternity with Francis. He dreamt of a beautiful life with the vampire. And nothing seemed more perfect than that. And nothing would ever surpass it.

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"Francis?" Arthur began the next morning as the vampire cooked breakfast for him yet again.
"What is it, mon ami?"
"I-..." He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, "I think the roses...are right," he admitted.
Suddenly, Francis stopped cooking and looked at him. "Y-you do?"
"Y-yeah..." Arthur blushed and looked down.
"That's...perfect, mon amour," Francis said, and Arthur could hear the smile in his voice. Arthur's cheeks were burning bright red as Francis walked over and gave him a hug. Arthur smiled as he hugged Francis. He felt the Frenchman's lips on his cheek, and was certain that his cheeks were a brighter red than before.
And in that moment, though he wasn't a vampire as well, he felt as though they were immortal and would never fade.

Little did he know, things were destined to go bad, as things always do.

(A/N: short and sweet. Kinda.)