A tale of two brothers; jamilton&mullette

[27] whatever you need me to be,

friday, after the last class of the day.

Mulligan couldn't stand the word love, it didn't express enough how it felt, he couldn't express how it felt and that word surely wouldn't do it.

It couldn't explain everything he wanted to say to his boyfriend.

So he decided to write a letter instead.

He knew he couldn't do it at his dorm because Lafayette was probably there.

So he headed to the library where he knew he'd be able to get some peace to write.

He decided to take the shorter way by going behind the school; he was already starting to write some sentences in his head when he saw Reynolds and some kids, they seemed to be in a fight with someone, except the poor other person didn't appear to be fighting back.

He couldn't see their face as there were so many people around them. All he heard were screams and cries, a mocking laughter from Reynolds as he proceeded to kick them in the stomach.

"Help!" He could hear the person yell out.

He didn't recognise the voice; it sounded like there was a hand around their throat.

Reynolds looked straight at Mulligan and looked ready to fight him, but Hercules put his hands up as if to show he meant no harm.

He contemplated trying to fight them himself, get that poor person out of there; but he knew he'd only get himself beaten up, he didn't know how to fight, and Reynolds never hurt people that bad anyway, Mulligan assured himself they'd be fine; as he walked away from the fight.

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Hercules now sat in the library; he'd been trying to write for hours, but everything in his head came out wrong on the paper. He was a sappy person, a hopeless romantic and he wanted to give Lafayette some kind of love letter, maybe take him out to a romantic dinner too. It was the least he could do to show him a glimpse of the love he had for him.

When Mulligan fell in love; he fell hard, it was all or nothing.

All of a sudden, he started to write on the piece of paper in front of him. The words started forming so nicely as he continued.

My dearest, Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette

That's right he had memorised the entire name, and it was not a short one.

Please read these words babe; they come from my soul - a bridge to your own.

Was that too cheesy?

They are something you can trust.

Who cares what's cheesy anyway?

I have pushed on every door and tried every path in this adventure we call life so far.

I let whoever I found into my heart in full measure, I let the love stream from me to them. I remember once before we started dating you said that love isn't finite, and you were right, of course, you were.

The human soul and heart are so fragile.

It was only when I broke that I realised how much I needed you, you were the only person my instinct could accept.

You are the one I was born to love, to trust, to save, and I will always be there, I will never leave you.

I see who you are. I see right to your core, and I still love you without any uncertainty, I can't help it.

What I see is grace under damage, boundless generosity to anyone and everyone; at a cost to yourself.

So, babe, I will be yours for eternity, waiting when you wander, always there when you return.

You are my other half, my soul, my life.

And so I give you my heart, plead you keep it safe when the storms come. And Laf, no matter what, I am here to keep your heart safe too, I am here to be whatever you need me to be.

Finally, he was satisfied.

He carefully folded the note and put it in his backpack before throwing away the stack of crumbled up paper he had left on the table. It was late by now; he headed back to his dorm, excited to see his boyfriend again, he'd missed him.

697 words

I can't stop with the whole love thing, sorryy

I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND HOW MUCH I'M POSTING I HAVE LIKE 3 MORE CHAPTERS READY

JUST TELL ME IF YOU WANT ME TO POST LESS FREQUENTLY AND I WILL

I JUST HAVE ALL THESE IDEAS AND I GOTTA WRITE THEM AND IF I'VE GOT CHAPTERS READY IT'S SO HARD NOT TO POST THEM.

I'll probably post again tomorrow....

ily,