Oikakete93

  The night was cool and calm, raining, although that was to be expected of October. A wide bright moon pressed gently at the curtains, turning everything to dappled shadow.   Arthur rolled over, pulling his duvet close, his arm pushing under his pillow. He sighed in his sleep.   "ARTHUR!" A shout shattered the tranquil stillness of the house and Arthur sat bolt upright, swaying slightly from the rush of blood to his head, and blinked through the night, instantly awake.   Another whimpering yell and he was knocked sideways, a quivering lump attaching itself to his waist. "Arthur! Ah...Arthur..." He s

  The morning was stifling. Bright, unabashed Spanish morning, all yellows and golds. And red, of course, there was so much red. The light streamed through the house, illuminating every corner and crevice, painting a wide grin onto everyone's face. Almost.  A choke could be heard, if you listened, or was it a laugh? Not that anyone was listening. No, everyone was down at the docks, cheering, crying, waving flags. ¡Viva l'Espagna, plus ultra!  Bollocks...  Why did it always come back to this?  The house was still and empty, save for the broken figure of a teenage boy, weeping in the stairwell, tearing the silence with choked sobs.

There you are again, looking at me, staring at me with those eyes, those sparkling amber eyes. You blink at me through soft blonde lashes and for a moment, a tiny fleeting moment, the world doesn't seem so upside-down, so wrong, so right, so inside-out and it's brilliant. Your gaze as deep and sweet as syrup, peering through a wavy, untamed fringe of gold at me, your friend, your comrade, your brother-in-arms...but there's that word, brother. For that is all I'll ever be to you isn't it? Not dear, not darling, not sweetheart, beau, inamorato, gentleman caller, the Juliet to your Romeo, ye Gods forbid not lover. Of all things! Of all terrible