Noah's heart was pounding. One minute he was in the facemakers hut, the next he was... home. The last time he'd seen it, he would have said home had never been further away. But now it truly felt like home. He looked to his dresser, all his things were back to where they had once been. No more broken frames and shattered mirrors, only happy memories and a reflective looking glass. Noah let out a rather long sigh of relief when something shifted in the blankets beside him... he turned and pulled covers up. And there was Nathaniel. Here. In. His. Bed.
He stammered, only managing to say, "N- Nathaniel?" He'd then wriggled around until his body was right up against Noah's, "Morning Noah." Nathaniel purred.
Noah smiled, a genuine smile. For the first time in a long time, he was finally in a world where he could be happy.
"Morning indeed." Nathaniel turned, he wiped his ash black hair and leaned in, pecking Noah's lips. It was just as good as he'd remembered it to be. Soon light pecks turned into an out right fury. His arms wrapped around Nathaniel, drawing him closer- but as he took off Noah's shirt, then his own- a memory flashed in his mind.
The two only breaths apart, getting closer and closer- when their parents thundered in. The boys scared for each others lives, as fathers fought and argued, soon violence ripped out, and a mark lay on Noah's throat.
As Nathaniel kissed him one more time- the memory burned away to a crisp. As if it had never existed. But as Nathaniel tried to go further- a knock at the door, then a brown haired girl with deep coffee skin entered. Noah's sister.
From all the piercings she looked older than sixteen, but as she entered, she covered her eyes, saying, "Stop getting it on, and get dressed." Nathaniel snickered, then winked at Noah.
"What why?" He his his shock at his sister seeming so vastly different to the god fearing recluse he had known. "Dumb ass, we're going out, its a Sunday." She scoffed, her blue eyes shining.
"Church?" He offered. She rolled her eyes and chuckled.
"Are you opinions on this family that bad?"
"What no- I-" Shuck laughed at him, then looked at Nathaniel.
"You- Me. Outside. Now." He was fully dressed by the time she'd ordered him outside. Boxers and briefs had stayed on, thankfully. As the two stood outside the room well away from earshot. He pumped his fists in the air with absolute glee. Whatever he'd had to trade the facemaker was worth it. This was his home.
Another memory flashed...
A cathedral encrusted with lies. His father looks at him with such hatred. Pain is what the father inflicts, while liquor is his mistress. Sorrow is the payment.
The memory of his drunken father burned away. Good. Better to get rid of it. And so he kept smiling, blissfully unaware of what waited outside...
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The Facemaker
Короткий рассказLiving in the wilds lives the maker of many faces. It is said that it can give you a new identity; a new life... For a price of course... None have ever spoken of what the price is. Either, they found a new life and need not speak of it, or the pric...
