ばらは大げさである - Foreward

Mikhail leaned calmly against the peeling bark of a white ash tree, his collected gaze staring out at Marik as we approached, eyes lighting up at the very sight. I wondered if he could feel the same racing heartbeat as I when our eyes slowly met and that Hollywood grin rose on his face, simply being near him was enough to send my heart into somersaults.
I pulled a school portrait of Marik from my purse and handed it to Mikhail, he studied it quietly with a small smile then looked at Marik who beamed happily and puffed his chest out. He tousled Marik’s thick blonde hair with his fingers as Marik squirmed and ran off giggling, then pulled out his wallet to put the photo in.
I went silent, it was as if my mouth had suddenly been glued shut by some invisible force. Right beside the new portrait of Marik was a family shot of the three of us. We were laughing and smiling at the camera, a truly happy photo. Some passerby would probably even call it cute, or something smarmy like that, but for me it was painful. It was the last photo we took together before… a darker time. Mikhail caught stare at the picture and quickly flipped his wallet closed, shoving it deep into his back pocket, his cheeks flushing a deep red.
"You look good."
He had such beautiful skin, the color and smooth elegance of peach china, his lips a soft raspberry. Mikhail had the entrancing appearance of a vampire, the slow seduction of distinctive features and striking eyes, and a gaze, which followed you well after he had departed. Even his voice rang out with a quieter mystique, chord played almost perfectly by an expert guitarist, he was the embodiment of my enthrallment.
He charged happily around through the grass, Mikhail leaned calmly against the peeling bark of a white ash tree, his collected gaze staring out at Marik as we approached, eyes lighting up at the very sight. I wondered if he could feel the same racing heartbeat as I when our eyes slowly met and that Hollywood grin rose on his face, simply being near him was enough to send my heart into somersaults.
an English tale when he talked about books and how his day had gone, he was the best part of both of us.
Mikhail continued on, his voice rising and falling in a quiet tone, dark eyes glued to our son as he talked. He may have appeared as strong and able as any hero, but he was still as young at heart as the child who played before us in happy bliss, a beautiful character of glass hearted love.
Doesn’t it seem ironic how the two most important males in my life… my little boy Marik and his father Mikhail…. Are also the most forbidden?