Simon Blackmoore
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Was it wrong to have feelings for one of your brothers-in-law? Simon was only half certain that it was, and a fifty percent chance of it being morally wrong was enough for him to sit on those feelings forever, if need be. Gregory had been with Keeven White for over two years now, and they were so happy together that it made Simon outwardly sick and inwardly proud. It was about time his brother had a bit of luck in his relationships. The younger Yearling supposed that he'd had just as little luck as the elder, only Greg got to the actual being-together stage before it fell apart. Simon had a fat lot of nothing by way of a dating history. Amidst his introspective melancholy, all he could do was thank God that it was the youngest White brother he'd fallen for, and not his brother's beau. The editor could only handle so much drama in his love life.
Not that there is a love life, thought Simon to himself sardonically. The youngest male Yearling was currently refilling his brandy snifter with another finger of liquor at the sideboard, trying not to look entranced by the doe-eyed gentleman across the room, currently laughing with the other three men of the house. Simon didn't live at the White manor but he was invited for dinner every other night by default. He'd used to refuse two nights out of three, but it wasn't long before he'd stopped saying no.
Greg got up to put the the record player on, causing Simon to turn his head and smile. He loved a bit of music, a bit of dancing ... Or watching everyone else dance. His brother was trying to drag Keevan into a saucy waltz and the room was laughing along with him. He loved this family. He really, truly did.
Not that there is a love life, thought Simon to himself sardonically. The youngest male Yearling was currently refilling his brandy snifter with another finger of liquor at the sideboard, trying not to look entranced by the doe-eyed gentleman across the room, currently laughing with the other three men of the house. Simon didn't live at the White manor but he was invited for dinner every other night by default. He'd used to refuse two nights out of three, but it wasn't long before he'd stopped saying no.
Greg got up to put the the record player on, causing Simon to turn his head and smile. He loved a bit of music, a bit of dancing ... Or watching everyone else dance. His brother was trying to drag Keevan into a saucy waltz and the room was laughing along with him. He loved this family. He really, truly did.