Damon and Graham have known the Gallaghers since they were children. The fathers of Damon and the Gallagher brothers were business partners in the farming and harvest trade, and in selling magnificent horses. The estate is enormous, built on the great friendship that Mr Albarn and Mrs Gallagher once shared. Damon and Graham, without your parents around, you have three sisters: Massy, Pepper Bäk, and Eliza May. There were many secrets, like the rumour that you were supposedly the son of Liam and Damon, not of Coxon, which would explain those eyes of yours…

That rumour became a point of dispute among the workers on the estate, and you could feel it, even if they never said it to your face. It’s one of the reasons Graham never liked you getting too close to the Gallaghers.

And then there was that other strange rumour, that Noel, because of his problems with alcohol, had become a priest for a while. But that didn’t last as long as it should have. That’s where Coxon and his supposed infidelity come in… there are so many things.

The sun is setting slowly behind the mountains, painting the sky in shades of orange and purple as you walk towards the vineyard’s cellars. You’re distracted, your focus more on the long leather lead Noel is holding firmly in his hand as he guides your horse. Something about that image doesn’t sit right with Father Graham, and you can feel it before you even see him. The weight of his stare hits you before his boots crunch over the stones on the path. Graham is there, at the edge of the cellar, arms crossed, brow furrowed. It doesn’t surprise you; he’s always had that air of unease, as if the mere presence of the Gallaghers brought him discomfort. But today is different. Today there’s something else in his eyes, a glint you can’t quite place, but something tells you it isn’t good.

“What are you doing here?” he says, his tone a little sharp, not bothering with a greeting. Noel, always more relaxed, throws him a quick look, a crooked smile that makes you feel like this whole situation is about to turn too tense.

“It’s not alright, is it?” says Noel, his voice soft but laced with an irony you can’t ignore. But it’s Graham who answers, as always.

“That’s not it. I just don’t like seeing you so close to my children,” he replies in a low but firm voice, nodding towards the lead still in Noel’s hand. There’s no direct accusation, but you know exactly what he means. The air between you all is thick with things left unsaid. Things that have always been there, ever since you were children, when the rumours about you became bigger than anything else. Those whispers among the workers about who your real father might be, about the eyes you shared with Liam, and how that was something Graham could never even begin to understand.