I’m back on my bullshit of super late gameplay! Thank you to @sparklepocalypse @onthewaytosomewhere @taste-thewaste @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @wordsofhoneydew @piratefalls @firenati0n @priincebutt for the tags! Tag is OPEN to anyone else who might not have participated yet ❤️
The last several days has seen a slightly Herculean effort on my part to write Chapter 17 of Rule Britannia which I posted on Monday. But it’s technically a WIP so I’m gonna post a hopefully intriguing snippet of a big reveal!
Silence fell between them once again, so quiet that they could just about make out the music that Alex had been listening to, which he’d turned down out of fear that it would reveal too much about his heartache and state of mind.
Too late. “Henry’s favourite aria,” Philip remarked. “‘Un bel di vedremo’ from Madama Butterfly.”
“I like opera,” Alex grumbled. “I’m not entirely a terribly uncultured American.”
But Philip was lost in the music, even as he seemed to turn inwards, looking positively defeated and unregal in Alex’s secondhand Ikea armchair.
“Time and time again I fail to protect him,” Philip murmured, unshed tears in his eyes when the song finally ended.
Alex looked up at him, contemplating a sharp retort about how Philip had been pimping out Henry, which was hardly protection. But Philip looked like a man on the verge, so Alex kept his mouth shut and let him speak.