The final trickle of absinthe crept past my sinful lips, my raw throat blistered under its impact and I, oh so proficiently, drew back my jaw and sighed a gruff grunt of triumph. I only prayed that the conventional solution of alcohol had played Jesus to the lepers in my head. It was no more than a disease.
"Did you plan to add 'drunkard' to your list of achievements?"
The invisible locks about my eyes were unbolted. I hate sarcasm.
The deep, jagged carvings etched into his weary skin were a maze of anger. For a boy of tender sixteen, my son was so…worn. His steely grey eyes bore into me, as if searching for something, causing my heart to mimic the fleeting pace of the distant melody echoing in the bar.
My eyes fell shut.
"Look at me!" he roared.
It is rather peculiar how something so strong can erupt from someone so vulnerable…
A sudden invasion of blissful euphoria took a hold of my body. An epic and bloody war had been fought, and now it had been concluded. I never wished to be this way. Nevertheless, I am gay.
I am gay.
Well this is my first little fanfic thing…and it is somewhat deep but I usually prefer to write some comedy….would love to hear from anybody out there. I am English if any of the spelling is a little different…it seems that the majority of people here are from good old America. Thanks …Gracie xxx