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The rain, powerfully beating into the pavement and occasional sound of thunder already sounded ominous. The sad violin melody, coming from the inside just completed the symphony. Victor was shaking, terrified of what is to come. He never received an answer. He knocked.
The butler politely told him to leave but Victor ignored him. He pushed him aside and ran into the drawing room.
Henry quickly stopped playing when he noticed him. Mabel, his wife, got up and greeted him with a polite smile. But Victor didn't notice.
His eyes could only focus on the large belly under her dress.
Mnja Qnwah,
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I thought it would be nice to write something that makes kind of sense as a cypher. This drabble is a letter from Victor to Henry and he wouldn't probably be able to send it as a normal text anyway at that time.
Solution:
It's a simple cypher where all letters of the alphabet moved 9 spaces to the right (when you write it down).
Title: With love
Drabble:
Dear Henry,
I’ve seen your father and he didn’t mention you. Are you well? I hope everything is alright. It’s been many days since we’ve seen each other and I can’t stop thinking about you. I imagine your hands touching me. Your lips on my lips. I hope I’m not too bold for saying this. I feel different ever since you kissed me like you would kiss a wife. I know my thoughts are sinful but I don’t know what to do. I have feelings for you and I need to know if you feel the same.
Yours sincerely,
Victor
I just had to finally write something from this fandom <3
It was early in the morning and Victor and his father were sitting in a fancy pub in Chelsea. Mister Astley, Henry's father, was sitting across from them.
"The advertisement will be printed in the paper every day for three weeks," said his father.
They were there to talk business but Victor had trouble concentrating. He was secretly hoping Henry would be there, too. Why wasn't he? Victor couldn't ask. Instead, he put his business face on.
"Of course, we can repeat it in a few weeks, just to make sure that everybody sees it," Victor added with a smile.
It was late afternoon. Victor and Emily were walking through The Regent's Park, talking. It was strange. They knew each other since childhood but when they got engaged, it suddenly felt inappropriate to be alone together. They both laughed when the wind almost blew their hats off.
Victor couldn't help it but imagine Henry being here with them. His slightly longer black hair, blowing in the wind. Victor imagined running his fingers through it. Henry's eyes locked into Victor's. Henry's lips.
And then came the guilt. This wasn't fair to Emily. But how do you stop your brain from wishing?!
"And he said: "You would kiss me if you cared about me."," said Jane calmly and took another sip from her glass.
"Darling, please, don't be so vulgar," replied Victor's mother. "Let's change the topic, shall we?"
Victor was sitting on the opposite side of the table right next to Emily. His cheeks were flushed due to the amount of wine he already consumed tonight. How he hated these family events. And Jane, his cousin, always had stories to tell. Victor presumed she made them all up in order to shock everybody.
He wasn't so bold. He would never tell.
It was late. Victor was sitting at his desk, writing. The only source of light in the room was a tall white candle. He was trying to be discreet. Since the costume party, he was forbidden from leaving the home alone.
"Dear Henry," he wrote again. There was a big pile of scrunched up pieces of paper on the floor. He just couldn't get this right. He wanted to apologize, to say he misses him. Could he?! Should he?! They barely knew each other.
He checked the time. Eleven? Almost. One word after another.
A love letter? Sin? A confession.
Victor was standing on the street, looking up. Two floors, square windows with light brown frames and big intimidating wooden door.
Was his mother still awake? Did she tell his father? Is he going to be able to come home after that?
He was cold and freezing. It was raining heavily and he couldn't find a cab. He could see lightning cut through the black sky. The rumbling noise afterwards startled him. It was close. Like a drum, mourning a dead person.
His skin was still sensitive from all those kisses. Touches.
He turned around. He can't come home tonight.
Guilt. In every single bone. He never talked to his parents like that. He never ran away.
Now, he was sitting next to Henry. They both were wearing masks. Victor improvized by wearing his fanciest clothes and a crown his father made him when he was a child. Henry was wearing a red army uniform.
This party was different. Bolder.
Two people were kissing in front of them. They were men. One was wearing a dress. Victor's world was spinning. A new, unexplored territory. The last piece of a puzzle.
"Can I kiss you?" asked Henry softly and Victor nodded.
The house was dark and silent. It was quite late and Victor was holding an oil lamp and carefully stepping on the stairs, trying not to make much noise. He knew, his mother would never let him go. She would tell him he will get robbed or murdered (or drunk which in her eyes would probably be even worse).
"Where do you think you're going?" somebody asked from the bottom of the stairway. His mother was standing there, holding a candle. He silently cursed and before she could say anything more, he growled: "I am not a child anymore, mother."
We need more about Victor's life, don't you agree? Enjoy.
Since the last time, they've met, or maybe since that night, Victor couldn't get Henry out of his head. And he wasn't sure why.
Now, he was at the barbershop. The chair wasn't very comfortable but he found the feeling of a razor, caressing his cheeks and neck, calming. Tomorrow was the party, Henry invited him to. He needed a costume.
But today was even more important. His parents invited Emily for a dinner. Victor wasn't surprised. He was old enough for marriage. Why would he say no?!
His head started spinning. It must have been from all those perfumes.
