Post by Stephen Colly on Oct 18, 2010 18:26:26 GMT
He stood there, the clouds racing across the sky like racing horses. He watched them as the wind whistled past his ear; it was so cold. He wrapped his scarf tighter round his neck and buried his face into it.
”Stephen.” a soft voice was heard behind him and he felt a hand touch him lightly on his shoulder and kiss at the base of his neck. It was Henry; the two had spent the night together in a local tavern, telling anyone who asked that they were brothers. Henry had been very persistent and had planned a meet-up when Stephen was next on leave. They had met up, and Henry had already booked the room...and well, things had happened which Stephen had enjoyed; but felt rather bad afterwards.
At present, the two men...boys really; stood outside the pub. It was a cold day in late October; winter was setting in and the trees' leaves were turning golden and falling off the trees, fluttering to the ground like...well, like leaves.
”Henry.” Stephen battered the other man's face away from him; ”Not here.”
Henry glanced up and down the street, no one was about. He shrugged and walked over to a bench, taking out a packet of cigarettes, taking one and passing the packet to Stephen, who caught it and came to sit down alongside him. They lit up and Stephen took a drag, blowing the smoke into the cold air.
”You seem down Stephen.” Henry put his arm over the bench and glanced at the boy, twirling his fingers through Stephen's locks for as long as he could before Stephen shook him off.
”I am just...thinking.” he muttered, looking away from Henry and across the street where a shop owner was just closing up his shop for the evening.
”Shall we stay one more night?”
”Yeah, if you want to/”
”Okay, I'll go and tell the landlord.”
Henry shifted away and stood up, walking slightly stiffly into the pub. Stephen rubbed his face and sighed. He was feeling ill; Henry was lovely, really sweet but Stephen didn't love him in that way. He remembered that Private....Green...who had saved him that time in France...and of course Edward. He hadn't spoken to anyone much at all; he hadn't seen his friends as they had been off fighting; he felt very alone...having come back from France, he had become very shy, even more-so and hadn't talked to his parents in months. He was almost – one could say – homeless. Henry had been paying for the pubs they had stayed in; he didn't want to face his parents...not yet anyway; he felt bad for what he had been doing with Henry.
OOC - Getting back in the swing...
”Stephen.” a soft voice was heard behind him and he felt a hand touch him lightly on his shoulder and kiss at the base of his neck. It was Henry; the two had spent the night together in a local tavern, telling anyone who asked that they were brothers. Henry had been very persistent and had planned a meet-up when Stephen was next on leave. They had met up, and Henry had already booked the room...and well, things had happened which Stephen had enjoyed; but felt rather bad afterwards.
At present, the two men...boys really; stood outside the pub. It was a cold day in late October; winter was setting in and the trees' leaves were turning golden and falling off the trees, fluttering to the ground like...well, like leaves.
”Henry.” Stephen battered the other man's face away from him; ”Not here.”
Henry glanced up and down the street, no one was about. He shrugged and walked over to a bench, taking out a packet of cigarettes, taking one and passing the packet to Stephen, who caught it and came to sit down alongside him. They lit up and Stephen took a drag, blowing the smoke into the cold air.
”You seem down Stephen.” Henry put his arm over the bench and glanced at the boy, twirling his fingers through Stephen's locks for as long as he could before Stephen shook him off.
”I am just...thinking.” he muttered, looking away from Henry and across the street where a shop owner was just closing up his shop for the evening.
”Shall we stay one more night?”
”Yeah, if you want to/”
”Okay, I'll go and tell the landlord.”
Henry shifted away and stood up, walking slightly stiffly into the pub. Stephen rubbed his face and sighed. He was feeling ill; Henry was lovely, really sweet but Stephen didn't love him in that way. He remembered that Private....Green...who had saved him that time in France...and of course Edward. He hadn't spoken to anyone much at all; he hadn't seen his friends as they had been off fighting; he felt very alone...having come back from France, he had become very shy, even more-so and hadn't talked to his parents in months. He was almost – one could say – homeless. Henry had been paying for the pubs they had stayed in; he didn't want to face his parents...not yet anyway; he felt bad for what he had been doing with Henry.
OOC - Getting back in the swing...
