Julius felt like singing.
Yes, yes, it was absurd and he was well aware of it, but he really felt like singing. And he even knew where it came from.
Julius felt as if he had just experienced the most beautiful, romantic adventure of his life.
No, that's an understatement. He felt like a gray, ordinary young man suddenly kidnapped into a land of adventure and romance that surrounded him, seized him and lifted him into a world of the joyful excitement of first love.
He felt like Romeo. Or like Juliet, because he had to admit that in this pair it was he who had the long hair and Janus who had the long... Not that Julius' male pride lacked anything, but compared to Janus' pride, which was just waiting to conquer the sacred altars of the golden-haired Norwegian.... Well, let's just say that Janus definitely fit the role of Romeo in this comparison.
Feeling the flame inside him, Linden took a deep breath. He struggled to calm his body and his heart.
