Ello all!!! Well, here I am, with another chapter for Unbidden Love; I
really can't believe that people actually like it!
Vern: of COURSE they like it!!!
Ami: oh Vern, aren't you forgettin' something??
Vern: yeah... PIXIE'S BACK!!!!!
Pixie: hello y'all!!!
Ami: *smiles* oh, one more thing before Pix introduces the chapter; does anyone know what the butler's name is?? Well, you now ALL know that it's a Majestic, but it'll be pretty obvious WHO the Majestic is later, when the butler says his name... BUT I DON'T KNOW THE BUTLER NAME!!!!! *sniffles* Pix, introduce the chapter.
Pixie: *grumbles* fine... we ALL *cough*Ami*cough* hope that you enjoy the chapter!! Bye Bye!!
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Unbearable Silence
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Slowly, he walked down the street, making sure that the boy in his arms didn't fall.
He never expected to meet someone who was trying to get themselves run over....
He never expected said person to fall asleep crying in his arms...
Looking ahead, he saw the gate to his house coming up, but didn't dare go any faster, in fear that the beauty in his arms might wake up.
'Beauty?' he questioned in his mind. 'Who ever said he was a beauty?'
Sighing again, he listened to the peaceful silence the last few minutes to his house.
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"Master Enrique?" the butler said, looking at the two boys enter the house suspiciously. "Who is this?"
"I don't know," Enrique walked to the front room, and placed him on one of the elaborate couches. "But get him some clean clothes when he wakes up; and something hot to eat." He started his way out of the room
"Master Enrique?" the butler stood in his way. "Doesn't that boy seem, familiar?"
Enrique looked back at him for a minute, only to fully turn around to look at him, as if transfixed.
The boy's soft blue hair was damp and sticking to his face and draped over his shoulders.
His eyes were delicately closed.
His soft looking lips were parted slightly.
And his clothes, as his hair was, wet from the rain and clinging to his like a baby would to it's mother...
He wished that he would speak.
Moan.
Groan.
Anything to indicate that he was indeed alive....
His gaze settled on the gentle rise and fall of the boy's chest.
The silence was still too much...
"Yes," he whispered, stepping forward and taking a seat at the boy's feet, wishing for the silence to end soon. "Yes he does."
Vern: of COURSE they like it!!!
Ami: oh Vern, aren't you forgettin' something??
Vern: yeah... PIXIE'S BACK!!!!!
Pixie: hello y'all!!!
Ami: *smiles* oh, one more thing before Pix introduces the chapter; does anyone know what the butler's name is?? Well, you now ALL know that it's a Majestic, but it'll be pretty obvious WHO the Majestic is later, when the butler says his name... BUT I DON'T KNOW THE BUTLER NAME!!!!! *sniffles* Pix, introduce the chapter.
Pixie: *grumbles* fine... we ALL *cough*Ami*cough* hope that you enjoy the chapter!! Bye Bye!!
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Unbearable Silence
-
Slowly, he walked down the street, making sure that the boy in his arms didn't fall.
He never expected to meet someone who was trying to get themselves run over....
He never expected said person to fall asleep crying in his arms...
Looking ahead, he saw the gate to his house coming up, but didn't dare go any faster, in fear that the beauty in his arms might wake up.
'Beauty?' he questioned in his mind. 'Who ever said he was a beauty?'
Sighing again, he listened to the peaceful silence the last few minutes to his house.
-
"Master Enrique?" the butler said, looking at the two boys enter the house suspiciously. "Who is this?"
"I don't know," Enrique walked to the front room, and placed him on one of the elaborate couches. "But get him some clean clothes when he wakes up; and something hot to eat." He started his way out of the room
"Master Enrique?" the butler stood in his way. "Doesn't that boy seem, familiar?"
Enrique looked back at him for a minute, only to fully turn around to look at him, as if transfixed.
The boy's soft blue hair was damp and sticking to his face and draped over his shoulders.
His eyes were delicately closed.
His soft looking lips were parted slightly.
And his clothes, as his hair was, wet from the rain and clinging to his like a baby would to it's mother...
He wished that he would speak.
Moan.
Groan.
Anything to indicate that he was indeed alive....
His gaze settled on the gentle rise and fall of the boy's chest.
The silence was still too much...
"Yes," he whispered, stepping forward and taking a seat at the boy's feet, wishing for the silence to end soon. "Yes he does."
