WARNINGS: Ok, this is only a prologue, the story will come later. However, yaoi, Camus POV, TWT and whatever else. I'm also Italian, so forgive the horrible grammar form of all this...sometimes it's a bit confusing...
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN THEM so pleeeease don't sue me...please...
After all, I finally found a meaning in this boring, exhausting routine that most people call "life".
I found what most people during their life desperately search. And the most amazing thing is that I didn't look for it. It just arrived, like a lightening, like a fire in a cold room. I'm talking about love, the emotion I thought I couldn't feel, the emotion I feared with all of my soul. I found it, and I found it in persons I knew for the longest time. My pupil, Hyoga. Yes, it could seem strange, even paedophiliac, but he isn't that little anymore; he is already sixteen, and I discovered in him a beauty so overwhelming that it shattered my soul, made my heart quake. On the other hand, I have my best friend, Milo, whom I know from almost all my lifetime. The point is that I know that Milo loves me, he told me many times in our lives. And I am unquestionably attracted by him, for his looks are absolutely lovely. By now, I am in great emotional trouble. I think I do love both of them. I made love to both of them, and the difference has been almost unbearable: Hyoga is, from this point of view, still a child, a little cold, detached, while Milo is so sensual and sensuous that, with just the touch of his fingertips, he heated my skin and my soul, warming my cool heart. Probably if you were me, you would have no doubt on who to choose, both stunningly beautiful, one of them much better in bed. But I just don't seem to be able to stay apart from Hyoga for much time, for I start feeling like I'm suffocating, Hyoga my source of oxygen. But I feel like that also every time I'm far from Milo. I think I'll start from the beginning, and it isn't an amusing story, it tells of violence, great sadness, love and intense sex, so read it only if you really want to.
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN THEM so pleeeease don't sue me...please...
After all, I finally found a meaning in this boring, exhausting routine that most people call "life".
I found what most people during their life desperately search. And the most amazing thing is that I didn't look for it. It just arrived, like a lightening, like a fire in a cold room. I'm talking about love, the emotion I thought I couldn't feel, the emotion I feared with all of my soul. I found it, and I found it in persons I knew for the longest time. My pupil, Hyoga. Yes, it could seem strange, even paedophiliac, but he isn't that little anymore; he is already sixteen, and I discovered in him a beauty so overwhelming that it shattered my soul, made my heart quake. On the other hand, I have my best friend, Milo, whom I know from almost all my lifetime. The point is that I know that Milo loves me, he told me many times in our lives. And I am unquestionably attracted by him, for his looks are absolutely lovely. By now, I am in great emotional trouble. I think I do love both of them. I made love to both of them, and the difference has been almost unbearable: Hyoga is, from this point of view, still a child, a little cold, detached, while Milo is so sensual and sensuous that, with just the touch of his fingertips, he heated my skin and my soul, warming my cool heart. Probably if you were me, you would have no doubt on who to choose, both stunningly beautiful, one of them much better in bed. But I just don't seem to be able to stay apart from Hyoga for much time, for I start feeling like I'm suffocating, Hyoga my source of oxygen. But I feel like that also every time I'm far from Milo. I think I'll start from the beginning, and it isn't an amusing story, it tells of violence, great sadness, love and intense sex, so read it only if you really want to.
