A Character Of It's Own

Rama VIII

                                                   [.......This bridge, as a spectacular glowing structure, was a treasured landmark. It had been built in Bangkok twenty five years ago so it had witnessed it’s fair share of lovers come and go. It’s roads filled with traffic, going through the city, while it’s walkways used for busy commutes during the day and romantic strollers during the night, gazing out over the dark waters.................]   

Kongpob

     The sun had just been setting as they had reached the bridge. The redness of the sky making the golden glow of Rama VIII even more majestic.
           
Kongpob moves onto the walkway, his hands resting on the railings. He was standing here, his eyes not on the lights coming from the city in the distance, nor on the stars in the sky, not even on the bridge itself, but on the gorgeous guy stood next to him. His P’Arthit.

His P’Arthit looked stunning tonight.

Dressed in a black jacket, white shirt, red tie and black trousers that just seemed to fit him perfectly. With his broad shoulders and slim waist. Almost like his clothing had been made personally for him instead of being bought from a department store.

The whole ensemble matching Kong’s fitted dark grey suit, dark red shirt and black tie.

Arthit had recently had his hair cut too. Trimmed at the sides and back with a side parting. Highlighting his handsome, but at the same time, cute features. He had looked so good when the hairdresser had finished, that Kongpob couldn’t stop staring and he had to stop himself from taking his boyfriend up a side street to ravish him.

P’Arthit was looking out over the dark waters towards the Old Bangkok and the shining Golden Mount. His face haloed by the setting sun and the illuminated up lights. Up in the sky, tiny stars were slowly starting to make their appearance like little tiny electric lightbulbs being turned on, one by one. The sky was just beginning to darken and the moon making it’s first appearance of the night.                                                                                                   

Kongpob had always loved this bridge. It was one of his favourite landmarks. From the single pylons in the middle, to the fifty six cables that were arranged in a semi-fan. At night, each cable would glow gold. When him and Pete were small, he used to make his driver go over it at least a dozen times and as he got older he would takes strolls along the pedestrian walkway.

He liked the single pylons in the middle the most. A number of giant inverted Y-shaped structures that stood over the duel carriageway, letting the steady stream of traffic run between them. Headlights, from passing cars, slowly turning on as daylight fades.

When he had still been a boy, Kongpob would imagine that Y-shaped structures were the legs of a big giants that were keeping guard over the bridge, holding up the cables with their big arms. But like most things you think of as a child, those childish images changed as he got older and those thoughts made way to actual realistic idea’s and true facts. The asymmetrical design. The fact that most of the bridge is constructed of reinforced and prestressed concrete.

 
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“Don’t you just love this view?. It’s so beautiful, isn’t it?”.

P’Arthit had walked onto the walkway ahead of him, leaning onto the metal railings and reaching out with one hand, to trace the top of the carved Lotus designs along the metal.