Eternity [Poets Of The Fall] Français/English

[EN] 6 - Friendship (Roses)

Olli felt his heart leap in his chest. The man he had loved for more than ten years had just offered him the best kiss he had ever received. To tell the truth, it was for Jari a crucial moment, decisive. He was so afraid of being wrong, of losing the blond forever, that he had given everything, wanting to profit more than anything in the world from this contact so much hoped for with the one he loved. When he had felt the guitarist's arms around his waist, without interrupting their passionate exchange, the drummer had felt himself stealing even more. What he felt was reciprocal. They shared the same love. And, if a decade earlier, they hadn't given in to each other's lips, today they hadn't resisted. They were ready. They knew what they wanted. They knew how they felt. The taste of the mouth of the brown remained on the lips of blond, in heaven. Jari still felt the pressure deliciously exerted a few seconds earlier on his. Nothing else mattered. They would have liked to think about it again and again, they would have wanted to start again, again and again, without ever separating again. However, their friends were close to them, and,uncertain of their exact status, in addition to a matter of preserving their reunion, prevented them from showing themselves in front of the others. As if the last ten years had never been anything else than a bad dream, they had resumed the moment they had left in the past. They regretted nothing now, way too happy to finally live in a relationship so loving and shared what they had been waiting for so long.

The bassist and the keyboardist gently placed the huge cake on the wooden table, finishing the last notes of their song. In unison, they applauded and Jaska gave a warm embrace to his younger friend. Jari, finally becoming aware of what his friends had prepared, began to smile more, seeming shy and touched. Olli looked at him, tenderly. He had not seen him smiling for so many years.

"- I... Thank you ! Fit the drummer between two smiles.

- These candles won't go out on their own, you know ? Jani shouted, amused."

The young man approached the table and bent down, then began to breathe on the small flames that danced in front of him. The elongated curves of smoke that rose up prompted others to applaud more. They had wanted to mark it, knowing that it had been ten years since the drummer had lost a certain brilliance in his eyes, and finally, he had found it, even more stronger than in the past. His friends were deeply happy for him. He had found the serenity he shouldn't have left by finally breaking the wall that separated him from the blond guitarist. Jari blushed. The attention of other men made him so happy. He realized that since then he had never really been alone, and to tell the truth, he was too grateful to them. He had other friends, whom he had met with in the course of his life, with whom he played in other groups, but his relationship with the members of Poets of the Fall was stronger than he could have admit. The atmosphere of this day seemed definitely too perfect for the youngest of the band. The blond slipped a soft hand on the back of the brown man which he felt quiver under his fingers. His own heart was beating faster at that touch. He could no longer detach his eyes and attention from the drummer, who was somehow embarrassed of being the center of so much benevolence in these matters. Moreover, when he saw his friends retrieve packages they had hidden on the other side of the door, he knew that the brown was going to overflow with joy and gratitude. Himself, seeing his friends tender what they hid behind their back, put his hands to his mouth imperceptibly returning the face in his shoulders, slightly embarrassed but happy. For him, his best gift after Olli was the mere presence of his friends who hadnever let him down. But they offered him more and more.

Markus was the first to step forward, glancing at the bass player who smiled at him. He held in his hands a rather large package wrapped cleanly in electric blue paper. Jari took it, thanking his friend warmly, without knowing where to start. With a hand trembling with emotion, he tore the paper, discovering a fabric of another shade of blue, darker, as a night blue. He gently pulled it out of its packaging and unfolded the garment. It was a beautiful long and qualitative coat. Jari smiled more beautifully.