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Is this Love Truth, or just an illusion?
The Whispered Incantations, the floating lights that mesmerize. He has kept my focus anchored firmly on him. Years of holding my mind in his grasp. And now that he also holds my Heart, what does he mean to do with it?
Our 20th Birthday should have been a time of happiness.
Candlelight, glowed around our chambers, casting eerie shadows. Fitting with the tension between us. The torment.
Faces pressed so hard against the Mashrabiya, that red imprints cut into our flesh, fingers interlaced either side. The blackened smudge of charcoal under our eyes from todays celebration, betrayed our tears.
Both of us strained, desperate for the slightest touching of lips. So close but never close enough. Fated to be separated by the width of this beautiful, but hated lattice screened wall.
For eight years we had born it. Forever linked as brothers, by a bond, but not blood. Adopted sons of our King. Princes in name, Prisoners by history and Tradition.
It had only taken a second, the briefest touch. A realization of common feeling, a fire had been lit, our hearts consumed by flame.
From now on our lives would never, could never be the same.
We had to be content with this, for now, and forever.
Content with the whispered words, hovering on the breath between us.
'You are the light of my eyes!'
'You are my soul!'
Together but separated.
Tortured by Forbidden Love!
BL Short Story by Julie Gleeson
Australian Author