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‘Over here on the right, Henry.’ Andy indicated a well-lit side apse. Henry felt an odd chill which had nothing to do with the mausoleum or the winter. It was as if he were a child again, waiting to go into his headteacher’s office. Andy led the way into the apse. It was largely occupied by a massive slab of fine marble tilted up at one end at an angle to the viewer. The early morning light was flooding through the windows and tinting the stone a rosy pink. When Henry stood at the fo
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Yuli had to restrain himself from holding Roman’s hand as they took their bows before their appreciative audience. It was the king’s reception for the United Services charities and their sponsors. The Residenz ballroom was gorgeously decorated for the Christmas season, while Roman himself bore a large and sparkling buttonhole of holly, tinsel and miniature bells. ‘Klara made it,’ he’d said. Yuli thought it was very cute, as well as seasonal. The clapping turned rhythmical. Yuli raised his h
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Harriet, by the Grace of God, Queen of Rothenia, did not invite the Very Reverend the Dean of the Chapel Royal to take a seat when he entered her private office. Instead she fixed the clergyman with a cool glare as she played with a very sharp letter-opener in a way that suggested to him she was contemplating doing something with it other than open envelopes. ‘So, Herr Moscowicz, I seem no longer to have a musical establishment in my Hofkapelle. Perhaps you can explain how this has happene
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The Baron Staufer was a tall man, looming behind Roman a whole head and more taller than Yuli, who stood rooted to the spot on the bridge feeling like a child caught in an act of naughtiness. It was a feeling he immediately resented. What, after all, was he doing? Kissing his boyfriend, who loved him. Roman had gone rigid in his arms, his eyes wide with shock. The baron answered his own question. ‘You are the accompanist, Julius Lucic. How long has this been going on, Roman?’ The tone of th
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The sidelong glance at the state of the knees of Yuli’s dress trousers said it all, but no words were spoken on the subject immediately. Instead, his father was warmly interested in the evening’s performance and its reception as they drove home. ‘Son, it seems to me that you’ll be able to support your mother and I in our impoverished old age. It was worth the pain, as your mutti would undoubtedly say were she here.’ The last comment was made in a passable imitation of his wife’s tone. ‘So w
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It was after mass on Sunday and Roman had disappeared promptly following the choir dismissal, since his parents had been in the Hofkapelle congregation and he was required to join them for lunch out of town with relatives at Kesarstejne. Yuli had no such demands on him, so he made his way down into the chapel and chatted a while with Herr Pelikan, who was interested in their lieder project. ‘Roman and I are sort of settling on the works of Wolstan Brauer of Hofbau, the court composer for th
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‘Are you ready for something different, leblen men?’ Yuli was determined that somehow or other he and Roman were going to find a way of sharing his new passion. Their sexual opportunities remained few and far between, but at least any suggestion Roman made to his parents about rehearsing in the Hofkapelle was rarely resisted, so they were seeing a fair bit of each other, if not consummating their meetings with much more than covert kisses and fondling. August was passing for Yuli with morn
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Yuli slumped on the warm, slick back of his lover. He was still hard inside Roman. As the last pulse of his ejaculation faded he regained control of his voice. ‘Uh … yeah tatti!’ he called out. ‘Here! Dozing!’ Fortunately his dad had not come into the house a minute earlier, or the noise of male copulation and the rhythmic squeaking of bedsprings would have left no doubt that dozing Yuli was not. Of all things, his shy and nervous Roman was sniggering beneath him. The kid could never
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Yuli and Willem awaited the arrival of Roman at the statue of Henry the Lion in front of the southern palace gates, the ones on to the Rodolferplaz. This was principally because of its reputation, which charmed Willem. Indeed there was a distinct vegetable reek of marijuana in the Saturday morning air. Willem sidled up to a nearby source of the smoke, a tall and bald German guy leaning up against the granite plinth, and cadged a drag, telling Yuli he needed it to calm him down. As it happene
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Thursday 1 July 2004 was a memorable day for Yuli Lucic in several ways. The first was that Herr Pelikan collared him before practice and told him that he was to play the introit and processional on Sunday, so he should get the score from Mattyas and prepare with him. Also he was to accompany an anthem during the mass. He picked up the score: the Pie Jesu of Fauré’s Requiem, but marked for tenor voice. He could guess which tenor it would be. He looked over at Roman, intent on his preparatio
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Henry hefted his travel bag. He shook the bare shoulder of the sleeping figure in their bed and kissed it. Ed stirred. ‘Hmm? Off then, little babe? Bring me back one of those gigantic toblerone bars they sell.’ ‘Why not a cuckoo clock?’ ‘You’re only gonna be in Geneva overnight. Most shopping you’ll be able to do is in the airport. Have a good time anyway. Ring me tonight. I’ll be back from the barracks by eight.’ There was a rather longer kiss, this time involving two sets o
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‘Go for it, Yuli. It’s time. I’m rooting for you.’ ‘Sutzat zumet, Willemczu,’ Yuli swore into the grinning face opposite him across the lunch table. ‘You’re mocking me.’ ‘Oh, come on,’ Willem protested. ‘If you two are gonna be sharing a score in the Hofkapelle, you’re gonna have to have a social relationship. Stands to reason. Go break the ice. It’s not as if he’s a girl, is it? When he blows you off, there’ll be no humiliation … or not as much anyway. He’ll just have proved he is ind
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Hi! All these have been posted on other sites - though AiD is the most recent. I’m updating and revising them on GA as I go. Since AiD is new it needs no work, so I could run on from H&S. 🙂🙂
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Henry Atwood had a habit he shared with terriers: racing off after any and every hare that crossed his path, or ‘chasing his tail’ as Tomas Weissman put it. He was supposed to be working on the Strelsenermedia bid for Eurovision 2005 in Strelzen, or rather working to subvert the State TV bid. Instead he was getting more and more intrigued with Peter Peacher’s little problem. Henry was not naïve. He was perfectly well aware that Pete had wanted to dangle the story in front of his nose for his own
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Good summary of the plot so far, Wildone. And the civic rivalry is the mainspring of the plot for all the characters. But no Gavin in this story, he’s just a shadow of sadness round the edge of Henry’s life at this point. As for Bolo 🤫
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The three boys began their Friday evening trek home, pausing at the main entrance of the Sudmesten Central Gymno as the rest of their fellow-students flooded past and out into the car park, to waiting parents or to the tram stops on Königstrasse. But Bolslaw, Yuli and Willem always walked it. Bolslaw had a proposal. The usual one in fact. ‘McDonald’s on the Mikhelstrasse tonight?’ Willem shook his head. ‘Why don’t you come up to ours? You never cross the river. Be bold! Go where no Bo
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Hey Sweetlion. Your memory isn’t faulty. This is a new story, well new this year. I’m posting it here in the order it should be. Hope you enjoy.
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The White Tree was not its usual self, not in the least. The Clean Air Act had passed the Rothenian parliament and was now law. Coiling blue smoke was distinctly lacking in the club’s normally thick atmosphere. Instead, the sun shone through the bottle glass of the cellar windows and the wine glasses behind the bar actually sparkled, though Alfons the barman certainly did not respond in kind. He grunted at Henry’s cheery greeting with a surliness that would have done credit to Henry’s former emp
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Rothenia celebrates as Svetlana wins the 2004 Eurovision Song Contest in Kyiv, for that means the Greatest Show on Earth will come to Strelzen in all its camp glory in 2005. The possibilities for Strelsenermedia IPC are not lost on Will Vincent and his team. But the Song Contest will come to a divided city, and caught up in the politics are Yuli Lucic, son of the Staroman of Strelzen, and Henry Atwood, who can never let a story go, whatever the distractions.
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So assuming this is set post 1992 then it should have been 5 points for the try. Well, there you have my weakness Howzat, or one of them. Not great with sport. Glad you enjoyed. Henry Atwood's triumph in the Eurovison Song Contest of 2005 follows soon.
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Yup Long1. We move to Rothenia next for the Greatest Show on Earth, and a very different couple.
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James Underwood was eating breakfast with Lady Rosalind. She was in a determined mood. ‘James dear, your gap year, as you called it, is nearly over. Your father and I were wondering what you are planning to do. It seems that Augustus will be returning to Medwardine after all, and Christopher is settled in the Blues and Royals. Your father was thinking that perhaps you might consider going out to my brother in New South Wales for some time. You might help on his ranch, or whatever they call it.’
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When Damien got back to Haddesley, he was a bit pissed off to find the Oscotts packing to go home. He had assumed they would leave Mattie behind so the two of them could continue their very satisfactory friendship. Mattie was the first boy Damien had ever known long enough to become a playmate, and Damien was very vocal in expressing his displeasure about having to give up his best friend. Despite assurances that Mattie would also be in Strelzen for the royal wedding, Damien was unhappy. He did
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Danny was carting grobags from the delivery van and stacking them neatly on pallets out the back of the garden centre. It was a brilliant summer morning, and somehow he was feeling a lot better. His brother and he were talking again, which meant a great deal to Danny. He had even managed to be civil to his parents that morning and there was a definite easing of domestic tension in the air. He seemed to have been recognised as an independent adult, his standing in the house having changed accordi
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