Yaoi Ai - View Single Post - Memory fibers...(For the Ninja of yay. o.o)

**Yayninja** · July 2nd, 11, 11:37 PM

As he was set down on the bed, Ashley looked into Alexander's eyes as an infant might look into the eyes of its mother, absorbing every detail of the mother's face, appreciating the mere presence of his lover beside him. Ashley promised to sleep as Alexander had asked him to. "Goodnight, Alexander" Ashley said, pleasantly before maneuvering into a foetal position and closing his eyes.

An hour passed, and try as he might, Ashley could not sleep - and he couldn't work out why.

The thick curtains were blocking out the late afternoon sunlight - it wasn't the light.

The mansion lay secluded among a forest where the only surrounding noise was the gentle chirping of the birds housed in the trees.

The temperature? No, the bed hadn't been slept in for years and the mild weather didn't overheat nor chill Ashley's petite figure.

He simply couldn't sleep - and and he couldn't put his finger on it.

Fed up with trying to sleep, Ashley slipped out of bed and put on the flannel dressing gown. Stepping out into the mahogany-floor hallway, Ashley creeped around the large mansion, totally oblivious of where he was headed. Peeping into the various adjoining rooms, he eventually happened across the room where Alexander lay asleep.

Ashley wanted some company, but he wouldn't wake Alexander up, just in case he was short with him again. Not wanting to be chided, he wheeled around on his feet and opted to explore the room further down the corridor where light streamed through the ajar door. He found himself in a room where the walls were plastered with pictures of he and Alexander.

A box on the floor next to a large armchair caught his eye, and Ashley walked to it, and scooped it up in his hand; it was full of photos. He plonked himself down on the chair and rifled through the box of memories, before freezing at a set of photos of himself in attendance at a funeral. One of which a close up of the plaque on the casket, engraved with the name "Edna Laurence".

Ashley shook his head in confusion - it was his mother's name. But that wasn't possible because his mother was still alive - in his own mind at least. She's died 4 months after Ashley, and he hadn't even known.

A lapse of concentration and the heavy box fell from his lap, landing with a loud "thud" on the floor and spilling the photos about the ground.

July 2nd, 11, 11:37 PM	#4
Yayninja The Roleplaying Supermod Yayninja is offline Join Date: May 2009 Posts: 1,084	As he was set down on the bed, Ashley looked into Alexander's eyes as an infant might look into the eyes of its mother, absorbing every detail of the mother's face, appreciating the mere presence of his lover beside him. Ashley promised to sleep as Alexander had asked him to. "Goodnight, Alexander" Ashley said, pleasantly before maneuvering into a foetal position and closing his eyes. An hour passed, and try as he might, Ashley could not sleep - and he couldn't work out why. The thick curtains were blocking out the late afternoon sunlight - it wasn't the light. The mansion lay secluded among a forest where the only surrounding noise was the gentle chirping of the birds housed in the trees. The temperature? No, the bed hadn't been slept in for years and the mild weather didn't overheat nor chill Ashley's petite figure. He simply couldn't sleep - and and he couldn't put his finger on it. Fed up with trying to sleep, Ashley slipped out of bed and put on the flannel dressing gown. Stepping out into the mahogany-floor hallway, Ashley creeped around the large mansion, totally oblivious of where he was headed. Peeping into the various adjoining rooms, he eventually happened across the room where Alexander lay asleep. Ashley wanted some company, but he wouldn't wake Alexander up, just in case he was short with him again. Not wanting to be chided, he wheeled around on his feet and opted to explore the room further down the corridor where light streamed through the ajar door. He found himself in a room where the walls were plastered with pictures of he and Alexander. A box on the floor next to a large armchair caught his eye, and Ashley walked to it, and scooped it up in his hand; it was full of photos. He plonked himself down on the chair and rifled through the box of memories, before freezing at a set of photos of himself in attendance at a funeral. One of which a close up of the plaque on the casket, engraved with the name "Edna Laurence". Ashley shook his head in confusion - it was his mother's name. But that wasn't possible because his mother was still alive - in his own mind at least. She's died 4 months after Ashley, and he hadn't even known. A lapse of concentration and the heavy box fell from his lap, landing with a loud "thud" on the floor and spilling the photos about the ground.