The Brest of Gold, or Bron-Yr- Aur, was a timeless place. Here, it felt like time stood still, yet flew by at simultaneously. A month had passed now, Robert and I had written some incredible pieces of music, we had been inspired to visit our roots and play some folky welsh blues, it was great! It had been a long day of writing that had come to a close, I sat on the beat sofa, patting Strider, Robert's collie who had made the trip. At the moment, Robert was taking a bath, and how my mind did wander. It was one thing to be in a cottage with no women, it was another to share a cottage with Plant, but it was a completely entirely different ballgame to share a womanless cottage with Robert Plant. I missed Charlotte, I felt guilty for hiding now, but I felt even more guilty over my attraction to a man. This trip had made me even more in love with Robert, the way he floated around the cottage grounds was nearly magical, I wanted nothing more than to dive into him and tell him how I felt but, it would ruin what we had musically, I couldn't go back to the drawing board, not yet anyway. All I could do now was hide again, but how could I hide from myself?
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Loving Robert Plant
FanfictionA Jimbert story: An intimate account of Jimmy Page's struggle with his sexual identity and attraction to his band mate and best friend, Robert Plant.
