This is a one shot book, between the sanders sides.
So... a word of warning. It will be gay.
Anyway, enjoy!
Also - non of the artwork belongs to me and I don't know who the artists are. So if anyone knows, please tell me!
Some of this was written be...
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Sorry it's so short! And appreciate my efforts, it's a real Sonnet I made. It's Petrarchan, 14 lines, an octave and sestet, rhyming couplets and so PLEASE appreciate the effort!
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'Sonnet 500, 'Question'
I feel nought but love to thee my love, Your smile is pure like a turtle dove. Your eyes shine bright like diamonds and glitter, And your eyes make me no longe bitter. I love thee to heaven and back my dear, And any guy who looks at you I sneer. Your skin is white and reminds me of snow, And for that I no longer feel so low.
My love, I could not live without thee so, Thomas, even though this love was so slow. I will ask thee an important question, Will you marry me, against religion?'
Thomas looked down at the piece of paper, then down at Logan, who was kneeling in front of him, holding out a black box with a golden band.
"I-I need an answer Thomas..." Logan stuttered, having been kneeling for ten minutes now.
Logan wrote sonnets for Thomas, either Shakespearean style or Petrarchan style, in this case it was Petrarchan.
And this was the way Logan had chosen to propose, through a Sonnet. He's fifth hundred sonnet.
That way it would get straight to the point, he wouldn't mess up and he would ramble.
"Y-Yes." Thomas whispered, tearing up, "yes! Yes! A million times yes!"
Thomas tackled Logan into a hug, and Logan smiled lightly, gently placing the cold, golden band onto Thomas' ring finger.
