Touch the stone,' said Beliah, 'and you will touch "reality", or what the ignorant of all ages think "reality" is. That kind of truth will kill you, man. You won't see morning! I have kept you all your life from such things as remorse, terror, pity. Touch the stone, and those same angels will change you into an old poor pathetic deluded dying creature. Hubert, a nurse has to shave you, your hand shakes so much. You know that don't you? You dribble at every orifice, Hubert. You've begun to smell this past year or two...' He suddenly howled as if I had actually touched the stone,'YOU WILL BE RAVAGED IN FIRES OF GRACE!'I heard Nurse McGregor in the next ward. 'Good evening,' came her cheerful voice to the looney who had strangled his sweetheart and then buried her in his garden. 'Is it cocoa tonight, or tea, or milk?"Beliah was weeping. Outside the eaves dripped. The whole earth was drenched with the grief of Beliah. He wept inside me. I felt his marvellous tears on my face.
Lachlan frowned as he misjudged the distance and his forehead hit Cormag's head with a bump. He wrapped his arms around his neck to steady himself, two big hands reaching up to hold onto his arms as if to offer extra support. __ou,_ he began, talking quietly into his ear, __re so beautiful,_ he confessed, resting his heavy skull against Cormag's for a moment.He meant it as well. Cormag was stunning. He was taller and broader than he was, very much the fine figure of hotness. His dark hair was well kept, but a little messy, he had amazing bone structure; the type that made him look more like a model than a museum manager. A chiselled jaw, nicely defined cheekbones and a rugged quality thatmade him so appealing. He had never noticed how handsome a male face could be until those eyes drew him in.__nd so are you,_ his companion chuckled, __ut we discussed this_I've ruined every relationship I've ever had. I get needy, possessive and my baggage gets in the way.Besides,_ he lowered his voice to a whisper and brushed his hand over his upper arm, __ou're not gay,_ he protested, reminding him yet again that they were different.__ope. Not gay,_ he agreed with that, nodding his head as he pulled back a little to see him better. __ut that doesn't make you any less beautiful. Why is it wrong that I can see how special you are?_ he asked, having difficulty understanding why part of his brainwas telling him he was being a drunken idiot and that the man before him wasn'tattractive. But the rest of his brain _ about ninety-eight percent of it _ was telling him that he was the most attractive person he'd ever seen.__t's not, Lachlan. It really isn't.___ut it's somehow wrong for me to tell you?_ Lachlan wondered, glancing across the bar to see Matteo smiling at him. He didn't know what it meant.Cormag cupped his face, capturing his undivided attention again. __o. Not thateither. But it makes it hard for me to keep my distance. You're stunning. Inside and out,_ he claimed, with chocolatey eyes that said he meant every word.
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Lachlan frowned as he misjudged the distance and his forehead hit Cormag's head with a bump. He wrapped his arms around his neck to steady himself, two big hands reaching up to hold onto his arms as if to offer extra support. __ou,_ he began, talking quietly into his ear, __re so beautiful,_ he confessed, resting his heavy skull against Cormag's for a moment.He meant it as well. Cormag was stunning. He was taller and broader than he was, very much the fine figure of hotness. His dark hair was well kept, but a little messy, he had amazing bone structure; the type that made him look more like a model than a museum manager. A chiselled jaw, nicely defined cheekbones and a rugged quality thatmade him so appealing. He had never noticed how handsome a male face could be until those eyes drew him in.__nd so are you,_ his companion chuckled, __ut we discussed this_I've ruined every relationship I've ever had. I get needy, possessive and my baggage gets in the way.Besides,_ he lowered his voice to a whisper and brushed his hand over his upper arm, __ou're not gay,_ he protested, reminding him yet again that they were different.__ope. Not gay,_ he agreed with that, nodding his head as he pulled back a little to see him better. __ut that doesn't make you any less beautiful. Why is it wrong that I can see how special you are?_ he asked, having difficulty understanding why part of his brainwas telling him he was being a drunken idiot and that the man before him wasn'tattractive. But the rest of his brain _ about ninety-eight percent of it _ was telling him that he was the most attractive person he'd ever seen.__t's not, Lachlan. It really isn't.___ut it's somehow wrong for me to tell you?_ Lachlan wondered, glancing across the bar to see Matteo smiling at him. He didn't know what it meant.Cormag cupped his face, capturing his undivided attention again. __o. Not thateither. But it makes it hard for me to keep my distance. You're stunning. Inside and out,_ he claimed, with chocolatey eyes that said he meant every word.
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