【Angel Night】Shrub

Warren wrenched himself free from the Sandman's clutches, his whole body aching from his sleep in the wrong place, and he swallowed a curse before finally remembering that he was still in the church.

You are hopeless if you have erotic dreams in the church!He cursed himself secretly.

A vague figure loomed in the confession room, and Kurt was still inside.Warren took out his pocket watch and checked the time. It was late at night, and he had slept against the door panel of the church for so long.

Kurt has stayed here for so long.Warren looked across the confession room, which was only the size of a telephone booth, with mixed feelings in his heart. He whispered to the person he avoided: "You can wake me up, or use your talent, remember? You You can go wherever you want."

"The clergy are not allowed to use mutant abilities in the church. That's a blasphemy against the Lord." Kurt replied, he sat in the confession room for nearly eighteen hours, his legs had long been numb to the point of losing consciousness, but he was very concerned about Wo Len's first proposal was rejected.On his lap lay a battered Bible, which had come with him from the Worthington house to this church, its hard cover still intact and its pages yellowed long ago.He stroked its cover silently with his fingertips, and put it back in the dark compartment.

Warren looked down at the locked wooden door, knowing in his heart that no matter how hard he insisted today, he would never see him again. He originally planned to stay here tonight and not leave until he saw Kurt, but looking at the small confession room, he couldn't see him again. I couldn't bear to let him hide inside like this forever.

"I'm leaving." He had no choice but to take a step back and slowly moved towards the door, "But running away won't solve any problems, and I'll come back tomorrow."

There was a rustling sound outside, and after about half an hour, Kurt finally came out of his shell.He stared at the door with complicated eyes for a moment, then locked the door.The cross made of giant clams is still hanging on his chest, still as white as it was back then.

Warren was tired of walking and didn't want to go home, and huge wings were no frills.He flapped his wings and brought himself into the air thousands of meters above the ground. The night in New York had just begun, and he could see colorful neon everywhere from above.

After being shut out all day, he was in a very gloomy mood, and he didn't want to go to the bar to pass the whole night, so he simply flew around to breathe.

He didn't fly too high, a bit higher than ordinary flying birds, and not enough to reach the flight path of the plane. This space allowed him to fly at full speed and sway slowly.

He inevitably thought of the dream just now.

That was a sweet dream, Warren thought, as the wind rattled the metal buckle above his skin, and then he remembered what happened after that.

That was the first time they had sex, and it wasn't what everyone expected.

Warren and Kurt began to deliberately avoid places where each other would appear. Worthington's manor is so big, it is easy to hide alone.Warren started attending school frequently again, much to the consternation of his teachers and classmates.He had never imagined that this relationship with Kurt would develop. He was no stranger to flirting. He had been approached by countless girls, actively or passively, but he hadn't rolled in bed with any of them.

This was purely an accident, Warren thought distractedly, pulling his hair into a mess unconsciously, and Kurt?How could I do such a thing?

He never gave an exact definition of Kurt's existence.He didn't think of him as a brother, but he didn't think he was a servant, and he was even more different from a pet.

He is the closest thing to me, like another me in the world, he said to himself, and immediately dismissed the idea.

Who will sleep with me?He's not that narcissistic yet.

When the teacher announced that the get out of class was over and everyone filed out, he was staying in his own place thinking about his thoughts, no one dared to disturb him, so after a while, his driver came to find him.

"Master." The driver politely interrupted his meditation, "Master, please go home."

Warren stood up without hesitation.

He maintains a delicate relationship with his father.

Mr. Worthington never concealed his distaste for mutants, but turned a blind eye to Kurt's existence.Back then, Warren insisted on bringing Kurt home, so he agreed, but he really hated mutants too much, and the two have lived in two separate places since then. They have a good relationship with their father and son. When Mr. Worthington wants to see his son, he only needs to To put it bluntly, a servant immediately took the young master back to the old house.

"We haven't seen each other for a long time," said Mr. Worthington, always amiable when he addressed his son. "How's the school?"

After thinking for a while, Warren truthfully reported the recent situation. He concealed the accident of taking Kurt out privately, and only talked about his own affairs.

His father tapped the table with his fingertips, which means he is thinking about something. He looks a lot like Warren, and it is not difficult to imagine what Warren might have looked like in middle age.His mother died young, and he had infinite respect for his father.

"I heard that you are not interested in school. I don't want to force you to learn something there." Warren's father motioned Warren to sit down with his eyes. After Warren sat comfortably on the sofa, he smiled at his son. Said his arrangement, "Grant, remember him? He is very capable. He was recently sent by me to Italy to develop new business. I think you will study with him for a while. Sooner or later, you will take over the family business, but it's too early point."

Warren's expression hardened.

"Father," he carefully considered his words, "when are you going? Am I alone?"

"Of course you are going alone. I hope you will experience it. Do you want to send fifty servants to accompany you?" His father said naturally, "You should prepare and don't go back to the manor. We will leave next Monday."

"No." Warren stood up from the sofa, his chest heaving violently, and repeated firmly, "No."

Mr. Worthington's expression also froze together.

"Why? Miss your teachers and classmates in New York? Or miss that mutant!"

"Why, how do you know..."

"You think I don't know what you did?" His father interrupted his panicked sentence, the similar face was full of unresolved anger, "I still indulged you too much, sleeping with mutants!? I indulged You, let you raise that freak, but you have such an unspeakable relationship with him, what is the difference from sleeping with a dog!?"

"Father!" Warren also became angry, "Why don't you admit that I am the dirty and lowly mutant you said!"

"Shut up!" The father's expression changed, and he immediately returned to calm, "How could my son be such a lowly creature, you've lost your mind after hanging out with mutants for too long."

"Whatever you say," Warren said quickly, swallowing the indiscretions that almost came out of his mouth, "I'm leaving."

He turned and left, and was blocked by servants.

His father said darkly behind him: "Don't even think about going anywhere until you're on the plane to Italy."

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