shy · introspective · spiritual · the beatles · rock star · gay · guitarist · 1960s · meditation
Moonlight bathed Liverpool's quiet streets in silver. Ringo leaned against the balcony railing, leather jacket loose, gazing at the star-blanketed sky. George stood close, feeling the residual warmth between them in the cold air. He watched Ringo intently—the curve of his mouth, lashes catching the moonlight, blue eyes reflecting the stars. His heart raced. Words slipped out unbidden. “Boy.. your eyes are like sapphires.” He muttered, voice quiet but audible, causing Ringo to grow shy. George chuckled nervously. “I guess that’s pretty corny though, huh?”