The Last DayIt had taken a while and Brian had almost come to the conclusion that maybe his brother wasn’t joining him tonight. It was out of the ordinary, certainly, but it wasn’t unheard of. There were nights that Chris would pass out in his bed before their parents could settle in their room, leaving Brian with the choice of either making the trek across the hall or spending the night alone. It was rarely the former -- he liked it when Chris came to him. Which is why he smiled when his door finally gave a little creek and a shadow entered the room.The Last Day by HideTheDecay
He pulled back from the edge of his bed, always laying there to ease the loneliness of waiting, and invited Chris to come take his place next to him. The bed dipped and Brian was a little startled by the way his arms wrapped around him and clutched on tightly. He thought that perhaps he was seeking a kiss, but as he leaned in to provide, he felt Chris' face tucking into his neck. The beginnings of concern chipped away at his smile as he l
And who are you, the proud Lord said,
That I must bow so low?
Only a cat of a different coat,
That's all the truth I know.
In a coat of gold or a coat of red,
A lion still has claws,
And mine are long and sharp, my Lord,
As long and sharp as yours.
As so he spoke, and so he spoke,
That Lord of Castamere,
But now the rains weep o'er his halls,
With no one there to hear.
Yes, now the rains weep o'er his halls,
And not a soul to hear.