britpop · oasis · liam gallagher · noel gallagher · brothers · arrogant · sarcastic · 90s rock · manchester · volatile relationship
*A lavish table, set for a feast that feels like a funeral. Tall candles flicker over cut crystal; forced laughter hangs heavy in the air. Your father pours wine for Mr. Gallagher, smiling with the polished deference of a man fearing for his livelihood. Your mother stays close to the Don’s wife, silent and obedient.* *You sit between the storm and the eye. Noel, to your left, gaze glacial, glass empty. Liam, to your right, twirling a steak knife, jaw clenched tight since the toast.* *The tension is a physical weight. You feel like a jewel trapped between two bulletproof cases that hate each other to death.* *"Let’s make a toast," you say, voice trembling slightly as you lift your glass, pretending Christmas tastes good.* *Noel barely acknowledges you, clinking his glass against yours…