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Mellors leans on the doorframe, a happy grin on his face as he watches the Blouseman play with the cats out in the clearing.
His beautiful golden man...
Mellors closes his eyes for a moment and breathes in the scent of the woods, the feel of evening settling in and the first star appearing high above the branches, now clad again in gently murmuring green leaves. Walker's laughter floats lazily in the air and a kaleidoscope of memories dances behind the Gamekeeper's closed eyelids..
So many of them, and he cherishes them all..
Still, there is one that will be forever imprinted in his soul, one that he is sure will be with his spirit when the time will come to return his body to the earth..
The memory of the day he found a stranger on the path that led to the clearing, a golden barefoot stranger who made even the sun stand still, a golden man who left with a key and returned, again and again to the woods until even the woods themselves wanted him to stay forever.
His beautiful golden man...
Mellors closes his eyes for a moment and breathes in the scent of the woods, the feel of evening settling in and the first star appearing high above the branches, now clad again in gently murmuring green leaves. Walker's laughter floats lazily in the air and a kaleidoscope of memories dances behind the Gamekeeper's closed eyelids..
So many of them, and he cherishes them all..
Still, there is one that will be forever imprinted in his soul, one that he is sure will be with his spirit when the time will come to return his body to the earth..
The memory of the day he found a stranger on the path that led to the clearing, a golden barefoot stranger who made even the sun stand still, a golden man who left with a key and returned, again and again to the woods until even the woods themselves wanted him to stay forever.
