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Mar 15 • 20 tweets • 4 min read
#ghostsoap - reverent part two
The air around him seemed thick and wet on his tongue as careful blue eyes tracked every single movement the saintly man made. His throat drying up along with any words he was about to speak.
Had that just happened? Had he truly watched the painting in front of him come to life? Was he dreaming? Or was this some kind of nightmare?
“Ah.” Saint Riley hummed warmly, a smug smirk etched onto his face. “Not so brave now, are you little lamb?”
“What the fuck.”
Mar 10 • 24 tweets • 4 min read
#ghostsoap - reverent
Exposed knees pressed against roughened cobble, and reddened knuckles clasped above his heart. Every sign of obedient devotion to the outside eye, however on the inside, John was seething.
“Kneel here until you learn your lesson.” His father demanded,
his punishment for the young man’s outburst earlier that day. John didn’t believe he had done anything wrong, but apparently fighting the son of a lord was not becoming of a young man.
He was already the town pariah and an embarrassment to his family, so angering the lords of
Feb 1 • 18 tweets • 4 min read
#ghostsoap - The Altar
[ PART TWENTY ] [ THE END]
“You know what? I think I should turn this into a business.”
“What? Crashing weddings and chasing off the guests so you can steal all their food and their venue?” Simon chuckled, nudging Valeria who was currently cutting
the cake that was supposed to be their wedding cake.
“Yeah. I bet it will make so much money.” Valeria grinned. “Especially if we steal from rich people.”
“I admire your ambition.” The man just grinned, using his fingers to swipe a bit of the icing off.
Buttercream.
Feb 1 • 21 tweets • 4 min read
#ghostsoap - The Altar
[ PART NINETEEN ]
SIMON’S POV
The young man felt his breath catch in his throat as that statement reverberated around the half empty church. Suddenly he felt all his senses come back to him and he was back in his body again, a hopeful feeling
He felt himself drop Gary’s hands as the man started yelling something inaudible, barking for his family to get these trespassers out.
Simon blinked, almost in shock as he looked down the isle to see all of his friends.
His family.
Jan 31 • 23 tweets • 5 min read
#ghostsoap - The Altar
[ PART EIGHTEEN ]
SIMON’S POV
“And rainbows have nothing to hide.” The lyrics from his childhood lullaby barely audible as the young man sat in front of the mirror, unsteady hands attempting to tie the tie around his neck.
Surely it should have sparked some kind of excitement or happiness within him, but it didn’t. Not today. It felt more like a noose today, it’s heavy weight hanging around his shoulders, waiting for him to step off that ledge and sign his life away.
Jan 30 • 18 tweets • 4 min read
#ghostsoap - The Altar
[ PART SEVENTEEN]
GARY’S POV
Rage.
All he could feel was rage.
Though, he could never let Simon know how he truly felt. He couldn’t risk giving the other man a reason to leave him. Not now. Not when John was back.
Gary had barely slept that night, not even moving as he stared at the ceiling. He lay there, as catatonic as a corpse, as he played through the last few days events in his mind.
John was here to ruin his life, as he always did, ever since they were kids.
Jan 30 • 19 tweets • 4 min read
#ghostsoap - the atlar
[ PART SIXTEEN ]
JOHNNY’S POV
Radio silence.
Johnny had tried over and over again to reach Simon again, but all of his calls and texts seemed to go unanswered.
Farah and the rest of their friends had tried as well but nothing. It was as if Simon
as he rolled around in the sheets. He didn’t want to be awake right now but it seemed the universe had other plans.
He wanted to crawl into a hole and die but every time he tried to shut his eyes again, his phone would start to buzz.
“Go away.” Simon groaned as he lifted his
Jan 25 • 15 tweets • 3 min read
#ghostsoap - The Altar
[ PART THIRTEEN ]
JOHNNY’S POV
After everything that had happened over the last nine years, John finally felt as if things were looking up. As if the fog had finally cleared and he could see the horizon.
All the pain and longing he had felt over the years would finally be worth it and he could finally, finally tell Simon how sorry he was.
The man took a deep breath in as he continued on his morning jog around the park, doing
Jan 22 • 17 tweets • 3 min read
#ghostsoap - The Altar
[ PART TWELVE ]
KYLE’S POV
“Be gentle, Ky.”
The sound of the car door shutting echoed through the empty parking lot of the bar, and Kyle took a moment to take a breath before he turned to look at his fiancé.
Rudy just chuckled, pulling the other man closer to him, mostly so the drunk man in the car couldn’t hear them.
“He’s going through a lot right now. You need to be gentle with him.” Rudy repeated. “He needs his bestie right now.”
Kyle grumbled slightly before he stepped
Jan 21 • 16 tweets • 3 min read
#ghostsoap - The Altar
[ Part eleven? I believe?]
SIMON’S POV
“How dare you?!” Were the next slurred, barely comprehensible words that came out of Simon’s mouth. He didn’t even let John start to speak before the tidal wave of words started to spill forth and he couldn’t
“You don’t get to come back here like nothing happened!” Simon continued to shout down the phone. Rudy cringed ever so slightly, making a dive for the phone, but despite his drunken state, Simon dodged him easily.
Tears prickled at Simon’s eyes as he stumbled around
Jan 14 • 15 tweets • 3 min read
#ghostsoap - The Altar
SIMON’S POV
“Another!”
If his words came out slurred or a little slower than usual, the young man didn’t notice. He was more focused on drowning out constant thoughts racing around his head.
Every time he had tried to make a plan to break this news to Simon, he scrapped it. Nothing seemed right. Nothing seemed kind enough for the man he loved so much.
He couldn’t bear the thought of hurting Simon any more than he already had.
Jan 7 • 24 tweets • 5 min read
#ghostsoap - The Altar
VALERIA’S POV
“Let me go, now.” The woman hissed, thrashing against the arms that were currently keeping her very well restrained.
“No.” Alejandro said happily, leaning his chin on her shoulder. “Im not prepared to break you out of jail yet.”
A purple haze hung in the sky above them as they walked towards the Karim bakery, armed with a single laptop that held all the evidence they needed to prove their story.
John knew what Alex was saying was right, he needed more people on his side if he was going to
Jan 6 • 26 tweets • 5 min read
#ghostsoap - The Altar
PART SIX
JOHNNY’S POV
“JOHNNY!!”
A loud shout and crash from the front of house startled John out of the deep sleep he was in, causing him to nearly tumble straight out of his bed onto the hard wood floor below him.
in a single bed like this, so it was quite jarring to be woken up suddenly and realise half of the bed isn’t there.
“What the fuck?” John groaned as he sat up, rubbing his eyes just in time for Alex to come tumbling into the room at full speed. “Will you calm down? It’s too
Jan 5 • 23 tweets • 4 min read
#ghostsoap - The Altar
PART FIVE
FARAH’S POV
“Can you calm down, please? The bread did nothing to you.” Hadir sighed, putting his hands on his hips as he turned to face his sister who was currently pummelling the bread dough into the bench.
front door. He didn’t even know if he wanted to return home, but his body was on autopilot right now. It seemed he had no choice in what happened to him that night.
Contrary to the cold darkness of the night outside, the inside of his apartment gave off a soft, warm glow.
Jan 3 • 23 tweets • 5 min read
#ghostsoap - The Altar
PART THREE
FARAH’S POV
“It never gets any easier, does it?”
Kyle’s worried voice pulled Farah out of her rather dazed stupor, the pair wandering aimlessly around the park trying to find their best friend.
