【Angel Night】Shrub

The next day Warren picked up his broken heart, put on the leather jacket, and he became the heartless second-generation ancestor in the eyes of everyone.The autumn sun is too dazzling for him, and if it shines a few more times, it will turn into ashes.Warren scurried into the nearest bar as if fleeing a chase, sometimes thinking he should grow bat-like fangs and wings instead of these fluffy feathers.

"Bluelagoon?" the bartender said with a smile. "It's not prime time for sex, dude."

Warren had a splitting headache, but the dim environment was much better than the outside. He was trying to fish his brain out of the hangover vodka, and he said casually: "You know me?"

The bartender shrugged and pointed behind him: "No one doesn't know this pair of wings."

"I didn't expect to be so famous." Warren looked directly at him, "Where is the wine I ordered?"

"That kind of wine is too sweet, why don't you consider changing it to something spicier?"

"Like?"

"For example," the bartender looked at him, and their eyes became ambiguous, "me."

Kurt stared at the glass in front of him with wide eyes, and asked suspiciously, "Are you sure you can drink this?"

The transparent container was filled with a blue liquid that was seventy percent full, and the ice cubes collided with each other lightly, making a seductive sound. Warren, 14, swears: "It's just a drink, like the blueberry juice you drank or something, everyone drinks this."

They hid in Warren's bedroom and locked the door, shutting out the servants.Warren surreptitiously pulled out his hard-earned vodka—it's not always easy for minors to get alcohol.It's a little immoral to lie to people drinking vodka for the first time. Warren added a little liqueur and lemon from the kitchen to make his first cocktail in his life.

Kurt stared at him enviously. Warren was an ordinary person, with no tail, no blue skin, and five normal fingers.He is no longer the young master who was as delicate as a Russian porcelain doll when we first met him. The young man stretched out like a new shoot, showing a handsome prototype in the details.An ordinary person could easily walk out of the gate of the courtyard, but a mutant would have a high chance of dying on the street if he took one step away from here.

"I also want to go to school to see." Kurt whispered, revealing envy in his tone, "Does everyone drink this at school? It's so blue."

"Of course," Warren lied without hesitation, urging him without the slightest guilt, "Hurry up, the butler is coming up."

"Okay, okay," Kurt panicked, the butler's presence represented the end of their time together, and then he should be back in the corner of the first floor, pretending to be a thoughtless ornament.Except for Warren who regarded him as a human being, others only regarded him as the property of the Washington family.

He is very glad that he can stay in this home. The outside society is not friendly to mutants. Most mutants live incognito, pretending to be an ordinary person, but Kurt has nowhere to escape.

The owner of this house had a deep-rooted aversion to mutants, and Mr. Washington never approached this villa probably because of this reason, which was not a bad thing for Kurt.Warren would trick him into digging beehives, and he would protect him when servants secretly bullied him.

He took Warren's word for it.

Kurt gulped down the liquid.

Warren looked at him expectantly. "How does it feel?"

"It feels... weird," Kurt stammered, his head spinning a little. "You look like you have two..."

boom.

The room was flooded with a choking sulfur smell.

"Thanks, but I've been drinking all night and my head still hurts." Warren said slowly with a standard cynical smile.

He hated himself for walking down the path to the church after leaving the bar.

What's so good about him?Warren thought resentfully, the man who pursued him was running out of Paris all the way from the Champs-Elysees, Kurt never gave him a good look, he always had the expression of a saint who was dying, and he was clearly capable of going to any corner of the world, But no matter what, he refused to leave the small confession room.

After waking up, Kurt was terrified by his ability to awaken, and hid in the closet shivering.Their activities went unnoticed by anyone, and Warren also disliked his old butler, who was just another spy for his father.

"Come out." Warren kicked open the closet door impatiently, and Kurt looked at him in panic from hiding inside.

"I also have a little mutant...but that's not important." He scratched his head irritably, not knowing how to explain to the mutant, the young man couldn't express his concern frankly, "Forget it, there is another method."

Kurt still hesitated and hid inside, refusing to come out. He firmly grabbed the mutant by the collar and printed his lips on it.

Their first kiss was perfunctory and consoling, but not romantic.Warren sometimes recalls this memory in his dreams. What was he thinking?He didn't know, he blamed all this on youth.

The door of the confession room was still closed, as if there was no one inside.Warren simply sat on the ground, in front of him was the colored window he had seen countless times.The Holy Mother looked at him lovingly, but he didn't dare to look directly at that gaze, like a vampire who accidentally broke into the church, so he closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep leaning against the door.

Kurt said silently in his heart: life is in him, and this life is the light of man.The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.After several repetitions, he finally made up his mind and opened the small window of the confession room to peek secretly.

Warren was just as he was then, looking more bohemian in his sleep than he was awake.It is undoubtedly a mistake for angel wings to grow on a person who wishes to have piercings all over his body. Kurt clenched his fists bitterly, his nails were deeply embedded in his palm, and the warm blood flowed down the ground. Unconscious.

He knew very well that Warren was a dissolute nature, that he could flirt with anyone when he entered a bar, and that the newspapers were full of news about his affairs, with uninterrupted romance between the lines.While turning blue with anger, he persuaded himself to be able to afford it and let it go.

Back then, Warren persuaded him to elope with him, but after getting tired of playing, he mercilessly returned home to be his wealthy son, leaving him alone in France with nowhere to go, was kicked out by the landlord, and finally picked up by the kind priest and returned to the church.

Today, many years later, Kurt claimed to have stepped out of the shadows, calmly doing his dream priesthood in a remote church, and Warren suddenly appeared in front of him again.

Kurt didn't give him a second look. He knelt down in the small room, folded his hands on his chest, and began to pray again.

After all these years, I still love him.Kurt realized desperately in his heart that he always hated himself the most.

tbc???