The Siren's Sleeping Beauty [Comprehensive British and American]

The next day, with something in mind, Steve woke up very early, and Angus was sleeping with his eyes closed.Getting up lightly, Steve closed the bedroom door.

For a while, Angus didn't cling to himself to sleep.Just being alone in the bathroom, not knowing what to think.

Last night... Steve raised his hand and touched his mouth, it should be all right?Is it alright...

Probably good.

...I really don't know.

Wanting to sigh early in the morning, Steve pulled himself together.

Before going out, he looked down at the juice that crawled out of the kennel and circled his ankles, and suddenly realized that not only was he often ignored by Angus these days, but he also had a difficult brother.

"Do you want to go out and get some air?" Steve asked quietly.

Juice whined a few times, but didn't cry.

"OK, we should be back before Angus wakes up." Steve put him on a leash.

Go for a run with juice, and go to the nearby pier to buy fresh fish directly from the fishing boats that come ashore.

Steve took out his wallet, with a plastic pocket on his wrist: "It seems that you have gained a lot recently."

"It's just that those big boats harvested too much, and the price was unbearably low." The fisherman who was already acquainted with Steve took the cash he handed over, stuffed it into his pocket without counting it, and grinned at himself. "If this continues, we probably have to go to that fishing company to try."

"In these days, casual workers can't make money."

Steve raised his eyebrows, put away his wallet, and watched the lively scene at the pier.

He usually trades with individual fishermen, but recently there seem to be fewer and fewer individuals, and they are all recruited by a fishing company.

It seems to be a very generous move, otherwise there would not be so many ships with the same logo printed on them so quickly.

Taking a quick glance, Steve turned and walked away.

Although it’s okay to go directly to the market to buy, since knowing that the fish in the nearby market are basically from the same family, for some psychological reasons, he seldom buys from the market.

The sign was the same as the fishing boats that tried to catch Angus before, but they got bigger and bigger.

Steve led Juice away, and when he was about to leave, he stopped, looked back, and frowned slightly.

When they got home, Angus was running around the house.

"Angus?" Steve closed the door, his hands stopped, "What are you doing?"

"It's gone!" Angus stopped, with a hint of anger in his tone.

"I went out for a..." Steve explained.

"—the box and the cloak are gone!"

"Oh...the box? The one Merlin gave you?" Steve heaved a sigh of relief, put the things in the refrigerator, and was just about to help find it when he saw the box on the coffee table in the living room.

Speechless for a moment, Steve glanced at Angus who had scurried into the kitchen cabinet, walked over to pick it up and shook it: "Here, Angus."

Angus crawled out of the cabinet, walked over, took the box and held it up to the light.

The looming green pattern pattern on it was gone. Putting down his hand, Angus opened the box, and the cloak that should have been inside was gone.

Angus snorted and slapped the box out, like throwing out trash.

Steve now felt that the box was his own troubled brother, pinched his nose: "What's wrong?"

"Merlin has come." Angus bared his teeth.

"……when?"

Can't mages go through the normal channels?Why do you always appear and disappear? This kind of thing that sneaks into other people's homes really makes people feel insecure.

"I don't know." Angus frowned, he still couldn't feel Merlin.

It doesn't matter, Merlin has always been weird anyway, and he doesn't want to see that Steve who doesn't know him anymore.

"Angus—wait a minute, we need to talk." Steve looked at his back, took a deep breath, and dragged the man who was about to leave without knowing why to himself, and fixed it.

Can't wait.

Angus looked at him suspiciously.

"Did something happen recently that I don't know?" Steve looked serious, and a little nervous, "Of course, you have your freedom, of course you can do whatever you want. I'm not... It's just, Angus, I just need to..."

"So, what do you need?" Angus tilted his head and looked at him, "Steve, you stuttered again."

"...I know, I know..." The brewing words froze instantly, and Steve held his forehead weakly.

Angus clamped his head with both hands, patted it, and said seriously: "Steve, are you broken again?"

It's all right now.

The box was gone, and so was Merlin. Although I didn't ask anything, it was all right.

Steve's face was squeezed... Angus seemed to be in a better mood——

"Well, yes, I'm about to die." He was really about to die.

This up and down, one second he still looks like he wants to clean up himself, and the next second he can crawl into his arms and act like a baby.He hugged himself one second, and he could let go of him the next second.

Nothing happened in the last second, disappeared in the next second, and suddenly appeared again after a while.

If I asked, I was just hungry, bored, and simply responded that it was nothing. After more times, not only those who knew it felt that I was making a fuss, but even myself felt that there was really no need to care so much.

but!How could you not care.

Gritting his teeth, pulling away the hand on the side of his face, Steve broke the jar and said, "OK, listen. I just want to know everything that happened to you, everything about you."

"I want to know where you are, what you're doing, what you're thinking at all times. What you like and what you don't like. Talk to me, stay with me."

"Always been very close to me."

"I love you--"

Angus blinked his eyes, huh?

Just now... it seemed like something ran out of his mouth.

Steve was stunned, and covered his mouth with his hand, oh, God...

"You, love me?" Angus obviously grasped the point.

Steve closed his eyes: "Yes, I guess, yes, I, I love you."

"God, it's already love." Steve looked away, whispered to himself, and rubbed his face with his hands.

That's why it's so unstable, it's unbelievable.

"Forget it." Steve sighed for a long time, and glanced at Angus whose face was still unmoved.

Reaching out to support the back of his head, pressing himself, kissing the top of his hair, Steve closed his eyelids halfway: "If there is a special book about you, I must read every word hundreds of times. "

"Try to see if you can figure out where you—" Steve released his hand and poked him on the head, "what's going on here."

"Steve, you are so strange." Angus raised his hand and touched his forehead.

"...Really? Me? Do you really think it's only me who is weird?" I was speechless, and Steve, who felt light but deadly heavy, was speechless.

Angus nodded.

Steve sighed and dragged him to the kitchen.

It’s better to eat fish. When Angus eats, he can decompress more, and he won’t let himself have ambivalence of being sad and happy, empty but very satisfied.

"Recently, I have a lot of things, and I am a little troublesome. Therefore, my mood is not right, and I may not have much time to pay attention to you. If you feel lonely or have other things, you can only say it Only then can I know." After cutting the fish, put it on a plate and bring it to Angus, Steve turned to the sink, washed his hands, and half leaned on the table to watch him eat the fish.

Angus bit off a piece of meat, his white teeth moved up and down, and after rubbing the teeth and the sound of sticky water, he gulped it down, and the light-colored fish disappeared.

Fortunately, as long as the fish is cleaned, even if it is raw, it will not taste so hideous.

After watching him eat for a while, he really felt calmer.Steve laughed and wanted to sigh, took a glass of water and opened the seat to sit opposite him: "Whether it's troublesome or requires a lot of explanation—"

"I love you too." Angus took a bite of the fish.

"Puff-cough-cough cough--" Steve spat chokingly.

Angus dodged some, saving his own fish by the way.

"What, what?" Steve wondered if he was hallucinating.

"I know you love me." Angus was still eating.

Steve wiped his mouth with a tissue: "Angus, what did you say just now?"

"You want to know what happened?" Angus licked his finger.

"..." No, no, I just want to know if I heard it wrong just now.

"I see that you don't love me."

"...What?" Angus is really getting more and more... amazing.

Steve rubbed his temples, barely following his conversation: "Really? What's that like?"

"I really hate that look." Angus' face suddenly dropped, "If you become like that, I will kill you."

Steve felt that there was a serious problem in his mind, otherwise he wouldn't be suddenly amused by this sentence.

And the first reaction was...

"Then, relatively, do you like the way I love you?"

Angus stuffed his own breakfast into his mouth and nodded.

"Steve, I feel like, I love you when you love me."

Steve's Adam's apple rolled: "What?"

"I said I love you." Angus put down the plate, "Did you still hear?"

Steve feels that he is now a balloon, which is inflating, and he does not know when it will explode, which is thrilling.

"Angus, you said you have no love."

"Well, I said it."

"so?"

"However, if you use your terms, I can't think of other expressions except I love you."

Steve clung to his sanity, trying to keep calm and not drift.

"OK, you, you understand what we mean by love?"

"It's uncomfortable but I still want to hug each other; kissing is very comfortable, but no matter how long, how many times, or how deep, it will not be satisfying; wherever I go, the first reaction is to know where you are; in your eyes When I can't reach myself, I will want to kill you," Angus thought for a while, and added tangledly, "But when he really does it, he will only think of ways to stop himself from doing it."

"I don't even know why I put up with—"

"It's weird," Angus concluded, "but it was uncomfortable and I don't want to try it again."

"Angus—" Steve called out in a low voice.

"Ok?"

"You come to my place."

Angus walked over without knowing why.

Steve raised his hand and pulled him to his lap, wrapped him around, pulled him into his arms, and trapped him on his lap.After exerting force, he quickly released some, Angus twisted, but Steve didn't let go, and froze.

Finally, Angus put his hand under his armpit and put it on his shoulder, leaning his head on his neck.

"Steve, are you sad?"

"No, I'm happy."

"So happy...I don't know how to tell you, I can only hug." Steve's voice was so low that he could hardly hear it clearly.

Angus looked at the opposite wall behind him: "Are you happy that I love you?"

Steve grinned suddenly a few times, let go of his arms a little, adjusted slightly, and the hug was softer: "Well, I'm very happy."

The temperature of the person in his arms was low and soft, as if holding a huge dream.

Angus rubbed into his arms: "Steve, you are so hot."

"Sorry, just bear with it, I don't want to let go now."

"Then when will you relax?"

"I don't know, let it go when you've hugged enough."

"Steve, am I your lover?"

"I guess, yes—"

"Is that still family?"

"Yes."

"Is there only one lover?"

"Ah."

"So, I'm the only one for you, right?"

"Correct."

"I only want you, too."

"..." Steve took a deep breath.

"Steve?"

"……Um."

"Are you leaking water?"

"No."

"I think you're really leaking."

"No."

"My senses are very sensitive, and my neck is wet."

"……saliva."

"Are you hungry?"

"Well, I want to eat you."

"That can't be too big, I have to eat a lot when I grow up."

"...Don't talk to me for now, I can't handle that much."

As soon as Angus let go of his hand, he hung his head on his body, a little melancholy: "Steve, I don't think I can do without you either."

Steve wanted to gag him, but couldn't bear it, so he could only kiss him in the end.

The author has something to say: the emotional line is here, for me, it is a node that is determined to be love.Suddenly I was very touched [Actually, I wrote dog food myself, I ate too much, stuffed]

—————The following is the complaint————

I have outlined the emotional lines of this book very carefully, and I also want to try to express the love I understand richly [Because I have failed before==, I am very persistent]

For me, love is a very delicate thing.In the beginning, it was just a pure heartbeat, but from liking to loving is a very careful process. It takes a sufficient process from production to realization. Sometimes it is a coincidence, and sometimes it needs some opportunities to catalyze it.

In fact, An An's setting was soft from the beginning, with rich emotions and delicate thoughts, but the place where he lived did not have an environment where he could grow warmth freely, so he had a longing for human beings that he could not understand .

Although he thought he didn't have those extra things, once someone carefully protected those little seedlings, they would grow wildly without restraint.

The captain's gentleness and patience [mainly resisting beatings, being broad-minded, and kind enough] is the most suitable breeding ground and guidance.And An An's frankness, sincerity, not cowardice, not shrinking, self [in fact, there is no sense of shame of normal people] is easy to suppress the needs of his captain because of various reasons.

Oops, although it’s a little longer and a little bit twisty, but overall, barely, I still wrote the feeling I wanted [kimbo] [cool]

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In addition... I wrote the last chapter purely to lament that I finally had to explain a part of that article, and I could touch the ending... The so-called ending is really just a random word. I laid the groundwork step by step like a snail. So much, the plot in the clouds and fog has not yet revealed the truth, it is clear, there are still a lot of unexplained, how could it be over... What are you all thinking... [Tsk tsk tsk]

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