/I am sooooo sorry for the wait! DX I had some seriously major writer's block! But I got this stuff up!
Alejandro stood on a rooftop, staring out at the glimmering full moon and spattering of stars, waiting for his blond haired angel. Below him, a small town of maybe ten houses, a church, a couple stores, and a church stood almost completely empty, nobody was out and about during the Witching Hour, nobody but him and Flavio.
Amidst the rustling of the trees and the gentle seaside waves, he made out small, timid footsteps before a pair of warm arms wrapped around him. His harsh gaze softened, and he turned around to embrace the boy behind him. "Flavio, amor," he mumbled into soft, sweet smelling hair.
"Alejandro, I missed you," said Flavio, who nuzzled into Alejandro's chest. Alejandro, rather than speaking in his horrible, simple English, pressed his lips to Flavio's to express that he too was missing his dearest one. Flavio kissed back, and the cold night turned warm, and everything was perfect in a world of falseness, hatred, and lies. But every moment like this was a risk to their lives, because if anyone were to see them, it would all be over. Neither of them were allowed to love like this. It was "Sin".
But how could something so pure and warm be a sin? How could something so filling, so breathtaking be wrong? There was only love between them, and yet they were met with adversity and hatred. It wasn't fair, but when was anything ever fair in life?
When they pulled away from each other, the coldness of reality rushed back in and tore away their warmth. Despite that, they smiled. That moment was all they needed to feel right again. Alejandro brushed a little hair out of Flavio's face and murmured, "Let's sit, it's been a while." Flavio nodded, and they sat.
"There's Capricorn," Flavio said, pointing to a cluster of stars, "The sea goat. My mother was a Capricorn, and she was as stubborn as a goat, just like all the rest of them. Isn't it interesting how well the zodiac signs go with people's personalities?" Alejandro nodded, and smiled softly. He loved the way Flavio's eyes lit up behind his pink sunglasses when he talked about the stars, or his dead mum. He loved to see the small smile that rested on his pink face in moments like these.
"Yes, it is," he said, finally, as he stared at his beautiful boyfriend. Flavio gave him a very soft look, and pressed a second kiss to his lips, and everything was good, and everything was perfect. If only moments like this could last.