Drift [Gone with the Wind Drift Doujin BL]

"Look, Ashley, isn't the fabric quite nice? Melly's your coat, Scarlett's your gloves, India and Honey your belt, plus my hat, boots, and breeches , this whole outfit can be called perfect."

"That's right, when the brothers saw me appearing in front of them with a new look, their eyes must have turned green with envy." Ashley stroked his thick trousers and praised, "I'm afraid I'll never see such firm and soft trousers again." fabric."

Scott raised his head and chest proudly: "That's natural, you know the goods. These pants are designed by the famous tooling designer Scott O'Hara. The material is the highest quality French denim, made of cowhide and yellow. Brass rivets reinforced the buttocks so even two horses couldn't tear it apart. So Colonel Wilkes didn't have to worry about grinding holes in the buttocks. Too bad it's only blue and I had to get Mammy to dye it black .It would be nice to have a gray material to go with your top."

"After what you said, you can almost take over the uniform business of the Confederate Army. I'm going to try it."

After changing into boots and breeches, Scott helped him put on the belt his sisters gave him.He didn't know much about the fringed belt, tried it a few times, either it was loose and happy like a bath towel, or it was almost tied into a knot and strangled Ashley's slender waist.Finally, it was done, and Scott, who was blushing and thick-necked, let out a long sigh of relief, as if he had completed a thrilling smuggling on the Yankee blockade.

Ashley took square steps in front of him, patted the trousers and said, "How do you know my size, Scott? You seem to know better than Melly!"

Scott blinked mysteriously, as if the wind was blowing the leaves, and answered the irrelevant question: "Come on, Ashley, I'll take you to the station. There is only one working umbrella at home, so we have to make do with it. You are better than me Gao, you are in charge of holding the umbrella."

Outside the house, the winter rain was pouring down, and the leather boots slapped on the road, splashing rippling beads of foam, and sometimes stirring up vicious sticky mud.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the old umbrella couldn't hold it anymore, so the two had to stay temporarily under a tree by the roadside.Fortunately, there is no thunder in winter.

Scott said indignantly: "Damn rain, it's endless."

"It's almost over, it's almost over." Ashley looked at the dark clouds pouring in from the horizon, and muttered to himself, "I really envy you, Scott."

"I'm envious of my short stature, so I don't need an umbrella?" He raised his head and asked, a few stars of rain hit his smiling face.

The tall older companion also smiled, and withdrew his hazy gaze from an unreachable and unknown distance, and solidified it on Scott's face.

"Envy you don't have to go to war."

"You mean..." The green blade flickered again, "Because the war will end soon. We will be defeated soon, right?" He said flatly, somewhat discouraged.

Ashley's lazy gray eyes opened wide and looked at him with undisguised surprise.

"Don't forget that I was smuggling the blockade, Ashley. I know for sure that this Christmas vacation, every southern soldier on vacation, including you, is lying." Scott tiptoed and patted him With thin shoulders, he said softly, "Before the war started, I knew that we were doomed to fail, but I didn't mention it to you. You also know, don't you? Knowing that it can't be done, knowing that failure is the inevitable result, but still It is Shakespeare's tragedy to wave our vulnerable wax spears and tin shields before the wheel of history and destiny." Scott patted him on the shoulder again and said solemnly: "Promise me, and promise me All the relatives and friends who love you and you must come back alive."

Ashley smiled, a very sad smile.He looked deeply at this partner who could almost be called a long-term friend, as if he wanted to pack every line and every detail of Scott into his heart and take it away.He suddenly put one arm around Scott's waist, buried his wet face into the back of his neck, and whispered: "You don't have to take me to the train station, it's the same to say goodbye here."

Scott felt his throat was choked and unable to utter a single syllable, he could only nod vigorously.He put his arms around his brooding companion and gave him a farewell hug.

Scott felt a tremor in Ashley's shoulders, a tremor so violent it was almost like an electric spasm.Then, Ashley's other arm climbed onto his body, and those thin arms instantly became like two iron chains, cutting deeply into Scott's skin and muscles.He turned Scott's face away, stared into those perplexed green eyes for a moment, then kissed the thin, pale lips.

Ashley's lips were soft, and his kiss was hesitant and anxious, but now was not the time to experience the feeling, the point was... Has Ashley's experience in the army taught him to appreciate masculine beauty?

Scott's eyes became wider and wider, and the umbrella fell into the muddy water long ago. The two of them were drenched in the cold winter rain, but their bodies and hearts were burning hot.

When Scott returned to Aunt Pitty's house full of doubts, changed the wet clothes stuck to his body, and wiped his hair that was about to freeze, he heard the sound of a carriage outside the door.

Scott dragged his feet to open the door and saw Rhett poking his head out of the carriage, and said with his usual sarcasm: "It is very coincidental that I saw the respected Mr. Wilkes just now, with a He hurried onto the train in a distraught manner, as if he had been bitten by a mad dog, or pursued by a ghost."

Scott wasn't worried about Rhett watching the accident between them. Rhett had a tight mouth and would never do something so tasteless as leaking secrets.As for the consequences... At best, he would just take advantage of it and laugh at him, not to mention that Scott was almost immune to his sarcasm.

"I finally understand why every time I invite you to Bell's 'Red Hat' to meet the world, you always have various reasons to refuse."

...It's almost immune or something, isn't it too early to say?

Scott was so preoccupied with "how did Ashley end up like this" that he didn't notice that Rhett's coat was crisp and dry, and that his raven-winged black hair was dripping wet with rain.He threw a stomach full of grievances, dissatisfaction, nameless anger and strange anxiety at Rhett, and said coldly: "Go to hell with you." After speaking, he turned his head and walked into the house.

As soon as he took a step, Scott regretted it.How the hell is he as grumpy as a white guy who eats too much meat?Hanging a friend out in the rain is an act that must be cast aside!

Before he had time to make up for his mistakes, he heard Rhett's low-pitched laughter close to his ears: "Hey, I have done as you asked." He quickly jumped out of the car and put a brand new umbrella on the two of them. overhead.

"Order what?" Scott was confused.

"Didn't you ask me to go to hell? I enshrined your words like a god." Rhett put on a show.

Scott froze for a moment, then burst out laughing. He bumped his elbow on Rhett's ribs and laughed.The doubts and dissatisfaction in my heart disappeared with the laughter.

Rhett laughed along with him, shoving a fine linen handkerchief embroidered with letters into Scott's hand: "Wipe your hair, baby, the legendary hero of the blockade can't be defeated by the cold after the rain. Need me Serving you?"

Scott looked up at him for a minute, laughed again, and took the handkerchief to wipe Rhett's dripping hair.

Rhett's eyes changed, though still smiling, but less cynicism and carelessness, and he stared at Scott like a hungry cat staring at a mouse hole.

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