Groping In Bus With Clothes

There are many ways to say "je t'aime . Some people do it with a post-it. Or something very similar, since, of course, post-it did not exist, and an ex-count probably would not have to use some robuncola lowered.
And then there is a stable where the reduction cojones.


Cast: Basil , Louis
Fandom: Original
Timeline: French Revolution (more or less)
Rating: Yellow
Genre: Melancholic
Warnings: Slash , What if

Basil back into the house with an overwhelming sense of anxiety that makes the steps and hands psychasthenia neurotic. He looks around and the silence is visible. Loneliness is visible. It 's like the air was thin, and although his lungs are not affected, the particles can be seen wandering in front of his eyes, eschewing any contact with each other.
His shoulders stoop miserably, while dropping along the wall.
He knows that his family is just a few miles away, who has friends, relatives or friends who could only ask for shelter - but has never felt more isolated from the rest of world thinking.
He did not want to leave. Perhaps a part of himself he wanted to, yes, but in the rest of his body climbs a treacherous and insidious pain, not strong enough to bend, but not enough to succeed to ignore it.
did not want him to leave, thinking desperately. He did not want, but what else could he say? What could promise?
what he has to give someone like him as a Louis?
suddenly decides that it would be better if he had not woken up that morning. He should stay in bed, motionless and unconscious, to give them time to leave - not to have regrets for not being able to fortify or even think something that definitely should not be there.
And now, probably live in shame and suffering a failure that has never experienced before.
But he has done well, is not it? That certainly was not the place of Louis: the perishable and frustrated and miserable.
And if he can not go to France, Louis can not stay. So, better way.
Yes So why does it hurt?
Basil gets up from the ground, throw the shirt on the back of a chair in the case and scratched his right shoulder. Just as well, better fill their stomachs.
scurry about in the kitchen, dragging his feet, stomach gurgling and confused in the mind a buzz as he tries not to think, not to hear, not to try .
And then he sees it. Sees .
You see, the devil, and something within him gives way. Yields without the deafening noise that Basil would have suspected. Yields a small, very insignificant thud.
His pride yield, and Basil rinfila in a hurry and rushed out of his shirt.