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04 May 2020
Charles’s breathing was soft and even, so soothing Alastair almost wished he could lay down again and fall back asleep, curled up in Charles’s arms. But the sky was getting lighter, and soon people would be waking up and getting ready for the day. He would run the risk of getting caught leaving Charles’s bedroom. Their time was almost up.
A few more moments, Alastair promised himself, heart sinking with the prospect. A few more minutes. It’s still early yet.
Charles and Alastair, circa 1902, Paris.
- Part 1 of we were staying in paris
Me, like a week ago: fuck Charles Fairchild. He deserves to be unhappy. 😕
Me now: By the Angel, I actually feel sympathy towards this arsehole??? 😲 Well, fuck me. 😟