LittleCherryBlossom26

A few days passed and their relationship kept going. Karl’s sexual urges were satisfied and George hadn’t tried to hurt himself again since the last time in Brighton; so why put an end to something that benefited both of them and worked so well? “You know, as a way to apologise for my attitude towards Emma, I suggest we go to the cinema. I thought it’d be a nice idea in these troubled times," George said one day as they were lying into bed. Karl observed his face carefully. Where did h

One evening, Karl and George went to the pub. It had been a long while since the last time they had gone there. Paul wasn’t with them because he was too busy working. Emma looked so happy to see them. She had a big smile plastered on her face as they approached the counter. He had missed her warm smile. “Carl! George! It’s been a while! Welcome back! What would you like to drink? It’s all on me.” “Some booze, if you still have some left.” “I’m afraid not…things have been so c

Karl could finally go back home after a few weeks of a long recovery. It had felt weird not to see the doctor around any longer after the hospital had been bombed that night. Even if he had only seen him two or three times, it had been enough for him to take a liking to the man, and he would have preferred it could’ve still been him to help him in his recovery. He couldn’t get over the fact he had been there near him not long before he died. He had been unable to do anything. He had only be

George found himself racing through the hospital corridors once again. He was breathless, but he didn’t care, he needed to keep going. It was strange for it didn’t look like a hospital any longer. It was half destroyed. There was rubble everywhere. It was tragic. He should have never left it. He should have never left him. Why had he even left? Just stop thinking! A voice shouted in the back of his mind. He kept running even faster, but it didn’t seem to lead anywhere…It was

Karl woke up with a terrible headache. He wasn’t sure where he was and what had happened. It took him quite a while to become fully aware of his surroundings. It was dark, but he still could see. He was in a room all alone, lying in bed. He tried to sit up, but his body ached too much at the intense effort; it was unbearable. He remembered all at once. How he had woken up already once, seen George and what had happened, the bombing in the city centre while he had been out for an errand

“Let me through!” George was currently racing through the hospital corridors that were quite busy with injured people and caregivers. “Let me through I said!” He wasn’t even sure himself why he was acting this way, but did it even matter? He was in too much haste to think. “Get out of the way!” It seemed it took him forever to finally get to the room he was heading for. He burst into it without even bothering to knock and approached the bed. His heart skipped a beat as h

Robert and Margaret were scurrying through the long hospital corridors. Doctor Spencer had told them about Karl, and as soon as he had they had been out to go and see him. “I should have never asked him to go out just for a bit of mustard…I will never forgive myself if he dies…” This was just Margaret, blaming herself for everything bad that happened. “Saying that kind of thing does not help, you know.” “I know it does not, but since I cannot do anything else—” “This is

Soon September came, meaning each of its days would slowly get them closer to the end of summer. The situation about the war seemed to be stagnating. Things were neither better or worse than before. George had gone back to university only a few days earlier, meaning they wouldn’t be able to spend as much time together as they had in the last few weeks. He would be probably too busy studying again to pay any attention to him, or very little only. Only the nights would be theirs. “O

Yeah, I know right 🥰

I've already heard about all of them, except for Alex Pettyfer, but I can only agree with you These are interesting choices, I especially love that you choose Thimothee as George ❤️ (and I don't say this because he's partly French 😏) Thanks for sharing!

@raven1 Great! Have a good night then!

@raven1 I'd love to know who you had in mind for the rest of the cast 😃

“Are you sure you boys are going to be okay on your own? I mean there is quite a lot of food supplies to bring back home and you won’t be able to have the car…” “Don’t worry, we’ll be fine,” George assured her. Here’s the context. Mr. and Mrs. Hopkins needed more food supplies as the living conditions in London were getting tougher and tougher, and they knew some people that lived outside London, who could provide them the food they needed. And George volunteered to go and bring it bac

As the days passed, the visions had started again, and this only confirmed he had been right about the puzzle thing in which a missing piece would be added every night. He had been trying to dismiss it, but the more the time passed, the harder it became. There was a recurring name which he heard in these visions: Mímir. Apparently, it was that of the boy who looked similar to him. And he also saw four other men, all with blue eyes, who looked fierce and scary like real warriors and whom he

The sun had just risen and nothing had changed that night. Karl’s eyes were hurting from the lack of sleep, but it didn’t matter. He had managed to get some sleep but not that much… And during that time, he had a weird dream. He saw a brown-haired teen cry, surrounded by four stone walls. He realised after a while that it was the boy he had already seen in his first visions, the one who looked like George. He was lying flat on his stomach, completely bare on a stone floor, and he soon

@raven1That's specifically what I wanted to avoid, this notion of rape, but I couldn't find a way to write it the way I really wanted it to be. That's why I don't like to write this kind of scenes...

George had been getting better and better as the days passed, and by that, he didn’t mean only physically but mentally too. It seemed that things had finally got back to the way they were before the incident. Well, not quite actually, because of the kisses and all the intimacy they had shared. He felt things would never be the same between them. He was still getting used to it, slowly. Just like when he had arrived here, he needed to adapt. George hadn’t seemed to realise he had only b

@raven1Thank you so much for all your constructive comments! Well, I think there are things I need to revise in this story, and about this for example : " Considering the family relation with George, I would have thought that would have been part of the introduction between George and Karl, and not several months later." I made this choice delibarately becuse I didn't want it to be revealed too soon, although I'm aware it would've been more logical to put it as an introduction to Karl. But in fact, I wanted to allow mystery to linger. I mean I felt somehow it would've have spoiled the whole thing had I chosen to reveal in the first chapters. But it's just my impression. Besides, I didn't mean to make him look like a genius of genetics but I guess I misworded what I had in mind ^^ Anyway, I look forward to reading your next comments

Several days passed during which Karl didn’t see George at all. He didn’t know where he had gone. Probably got back home to see his mother and Jojo again, or potentially stayed in Paul’s small flat. He couldn’t help wondering. And he couldn’t get this kiss out of his mind. It had been haunting him ever since it happened. No matter how hard he tried to stop thinking about it every time he couldn’t. But this had just been a casual kiss, right? He hadn’t really meant to kiss him like

He went out for a long stroll. He needed to try to forget about what had happened earlier, although it was easier said than done. He was confused more than anything else. Well, this kiss had been like anything he had ever experienced before. Explosive, dizzying, electrifying, wild yet soft and chaste, unsettling yet so familiar… He still felt light-headed yet unable to bear the overwhelming weight of culpability slowly eating him up. He blinked back the tears that threatened to fa

They didn’t talk to each other after what happened. They both pretended and acted as if nothing had happened. For a very short instant, it had seemed to be just some kind of dream, but the mark on his hand was real. He was left intrigued and confused by this. They started sharing the bedroom again once they got back to London. George didn’t seem to be angry at him any longer. This was really weird. He felt the need to remain close to George in case he trie

The following night, he dreamt about the same thing again, exactly as he dreamt it the night before. Except for one thing. But this was something he hadn’t seen the first time. Once the boy that looked like George had died in his arms, the boy that looked like him killed himself, stabbing his upper body with a bloody sword. He found this really weird and disturbing. It couldn’t be just a coincidence if he had dreamt the same dream again, and with the boy’s death adding. Should he

George was drowning in his own blood, and Karl couldn’t do anything to stop that from happening. He could only watch him, breathlessly and helplessly. He couldn’t give him his blood to save him. There was way too much blood. The sight was too horrible. He couldn’t take it anymore. He just wanted this to stop. Soon the bath tube was overflowing with his blood. It was slowly reaching his feet, too fast. Way too fast. He wanted to avoid it, but his legs wouldn’t move. Help…help! Hel

There he was again, sitting in his usual armchair, being completely depressed, all alone, thinking about memories he wished he could have forgotten. About his little brother’s death and what ensued. He had never liked to talk about it to anyone, but he could never help thinking about it daily. Especially after what happened, it kept haunting him every day and night, and now matter how hard he tried to distract himself and think about something else, it would not cease, and give h

The stark smell of bleach was overwhelming. George scrunched his eyes at the bright light that was sipping through his closed eyelids. He felt powerless and heavy. He couldn’t move his hand, his head or his body. He slowly started blinking, desperately trying to open his eyes and see what’s around him. Where was he? As blinding light slowly subsided he thought he could take a look around his surroundings. But his vision was all blurry. His throat was awfully dry, and so were his lips.