Gallith Stories

1992 | In the midst of touring, Simon's depressive pining is interrupted by a certain someone's tenacious need to be the centre of his attention.

Gallith inspired short story. Stupidly romantic. The Head On The Door era. 18+ Simons POV: "We kept there. We kept there for a long time, just perfectly, before I tickled his neck with peppering kisses, my eyes on the sea behind us. A sparkle or a glint of some sort, struck down from the full moon onto the innocent peak of a wave; it sparked that same idea out of me as I felt parts of myself prick up at the thought". In an escape to Roberts familiar place at the coast, Simon is left unaware to the adventures he has in store. He's pulled along a journey through quaint stores and greenery, in a hold he feels quite vulnerable to regarding Roberts knowing and lack of his own. But the hold becomes quite different, on the opposite end, on that darkened sand, the moment they let the night take them.

Three British boys moved to a new country, and Tom and his friends aren't too happy about this. Which one will Tom choose? The three innocent British boys? Or his friends?

Este fanfic no es mio, le pertenece a una gran amiga, Dalia :D pero bueno, era tan bueno que tenia que estar aquí. Este fanfic es de Robin Gallith (Robert Smith x Simon Gallup) respectivamente ellos son los aclamados miembros de una de mis bandas favoritas, The Cure.

robert's looking back at some memories he remembered of him and the man he loved, right before he abandoned what they had