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Rand lived in a peaceful but lonely world until Ciaran cracked the snow globe of his youth. Now, memories are flying through his mind as he finds himself alone during a winter storm. But, how can he be alone when he is still haunted by him? For adult eyes only #sitzfleisch #poioumenon #FAEO #ADC #Adultfic #completed

Will the accumulating memories bury him or will Rand survive the storm?

A peek inside:

"In the midst of the kiss, Rand could not believe it was actually happening. Having spent so much time on the other side of the glass, where things are seen but not felt in the snowy world of gay adolescence, the kiss overtook his senses.

He had to keep telling himself it was real--this was really happening. When this failed to restore his sense of reality, he reached for Ciaran with both hands. He placed his hands on each side of his neck. As his cool hands felt the warmth there, he convinced himself he was not dreaming, but this left him breathless. 'I'm not sure I can keep up.'"

And, from further in:

"In a culture that demands male stoicism, Rand was wholly uncertain about how men allowed themselves to be vulnerable with one another. Ciaran found this lack of knowing sweet and refreshingly attractive, and he went about showing Rand how things might be between men.

This made Rand feel he could be intimate with Ciaran, but it also made him feel vulnerable. It fueled his fear that he would be unable to keep pace with Ciaran's experience with all he had yet to learn. But, desiring Ciaran, he committed to trying despite his lack of confidence."