A friendship.
An unbeknown love for one another.
Asa and Dylan, Dasa if you will. A story that is so far untold, but beautiful. A flower bud ready to blossom into a picture that is so gorgeous that someone needs to put it to into paint. One that wo...
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Asa Barnes, a young brunette boy with outstanding beauty ventured into the night, towards the Cleo Pub in Egypt on his night off. It was a Friday so the pub was fairly busy but not as busy as it would have been had it had been in England. The Brits love the pub you see, the Egyptians, not as much but still, it was moderately busy.
His friends, Bill and Harley were at home having a lazy night in in front of the fire and as much as they had invited Asa to join them, the man wanted to waste the night over pints of lager, shots of fire whisky and see where I took him. He was having an off day, it was coming around to the birthday of his former best friend, Dylan Quinn, and like every year, it brought sorrow to Asa as he thought about the friendship that had faded over time.
After leaving Hogwarts, Asa was straight away snatched up by the goblins to work as a curse-breaker in Egypt whereas Dylan went off travelling for inspiration for his writing career. Dylan loves to tell stories and Asa yearned to hear one once more, remembering many of nights where the two would sit up in the dorm or in front of the common room fire and Dylan's imagination would run wild, spilling from his lips and being taken in by Asa's ears.
His stories were never anything but interesting, some made him cry, some made him laugh, some a bit of both. They would explode with fantastic images that would race though Asa's mind like a muggle movie. Dylan had a way with words and those words were part of what made Asa miss him terribly.
Slipping past the drunken men and women in the pub, Asa made his way to the bar where a tall, stark man stood with his shirt sleeves rolled up and a long beard clinging to his chin. "A pint of lager please, mate," Said Asa placing the money on the bar.
The barman grunted, snagging the money and throwing it into the till, grasping a clean glass and pulling down the lager tap. Asa watched the liquid fill the glass, foaming at the top. He waited for the man to place it on the bar, some of the lager sloshing out before he picked it up and made his way to the far corner of the pub where it was considerably quieter.
Asa hid away that evening in the booth, the barman serving him pint after pint, shot after shot, his brain going partially fuzzy.
He drowned away the sickening feeling of regret. Regretting that he did not try harder to keep in touch with Dylan, regretting that they left their friendship where it was.
The man groaned closing his eyes picturing Dylan in his head. The blonde boy with the striking blue eyes who sometimes wore glasses. He remember what his voice sounded like and the laugh that would tumble from his lips. Oh his lips, the ever so inviting lips of Dylan Quinn!
Yes, Asa always found himself staring at the pink of his lips, the white of his smile. There was denying it that Asa fancies his best friend in school. His best friend that didn't know that he was gay.
Asa didn't dare to utter about his homosexuality to anyone. Not until Harley's and along. She was the first person he had come out to. It pained him to not tell Dylan, after all, he told him everything. But it seemed like that went away with their friendship.
He raised his head from the table once more, bringing the pint glass to his lips and chugging the last of the bitter drink.
The barman stomped his way over to Asa lifting the empty glass from the table, grunting.
"No thanks, mate, I should be getting home." Asa told him standing up, wobbling all over the place.
The barman grunted again, rolling his eyes and returning to behind the bar. Asa stumbles through the pub, weaving drunkenly out of the pub and onto the street, the cool nights air greeting him like a slap in the face.
He reached into his pocket to get out his wand to light up the path but soon realised that he had left it on the dining table at home. He groaned, stuffing his hands into his pocket and rocking back and forth towards his home.
After an hour, which would have usually taken him twenty minutes, of walking- stumbling, Asa fell into his front door, the door swinging open and his body tipping forward. He managed to get himself into the house and shut the door behind him. The fire was out and he didn't have the motivation to light it again, nor did he have the motivation to get himself to his bed.
Instead, he collapsed onto the sofa, adjusting the cushion beneath his head and tugging the blanket that lived draped over the back of the sofa, over his body and snuggling into it.
He didn't fall to sleep quickly. Instead, he laid staring sorrowfully at the embers of the fire which would still be hot despite the fire being put out hours ago. It reminded him of the time when Dylan tried to start a fire without using magic and ended up blowing ash up into his face, his blonde hair speckled with grey. He remembered laughing his arse off on the sofa as Dylan chocked on the puff of ash and glared back at him.
Those were the days!
The days he missed so dearly. The days he wished he could go back to and relive again. Back in school without responsibilities or bills to pay. The days with Dylan. Those were his favourite days.
