01-19-2017, 05:46 PM
Marcus knew his husband knows something was up, and he was really thankful to the man for letting it go for the time being. Rorik had always been the understanding type. The auctioneer was actually a huge romantic softy despite all gruffness and seriousness others see with him. A lucky fairy he is, to be the only one who could see this side of him, and a lucky spouse he is to have the most perfect husband he could wish for be his.
All the more to be guilty with all the lies he had given to Rorik.
Ever since he came home from school, the fairy hadn't been feeling too great. He assumes that it was because of all the vomiting he did, and perhaps the pregnancy too had a part, and just shook it off. But he was starting to think that that might not be the case. Exhaustion he feels everyday, and even though he is providing for a life, his body shouldn't feel this heavy.
Good thing that Rorik went for a change of clothes first, or else he would see how his love stumbled to his seat with the lack of energy.
By the time dinner was done, Marcus had managed to regain some strength. I'm exhausted, too exhausted. That's it, don't worry. He assured himself. He hadn't eaten much of his curry, really not having the appetite. I'm glad you like it, love. He beamed, compensating for the paling of his face.
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A thump on the metal machine was heard. The fairy didn't knew why but he felt dizzy all of a sudden, causing him to lean on the washing machine with his hands quick to stable him on the washer. Slow breathing, he thought, would help the dizziness gone; so that's what he did, eyes closed and all focused on breathing in and out.
That's why he became startled when out of a blue, arms came wrapping his waist. And almost out of instinct, he leaned to the familiar touch. Every pressed knuckle felt good, and there was the content feeling being pulled in the embrace of his sweet giant.
I'm sorry, Ri. My mind is running for activities I could give the children tomorrow. I guess I spaced out. I'm fine. Another lie. And how much guiltier he became when rewarded with a kiss for his lie.
I'm so sorry, my love. He would apologize to the human in his mind, over and over.
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The movie with Ri would be a lot better if green eyes don't struggle to keep open. They were feeling heavy and he knew he must have dozed on and off during the movie with how sleepy he felt. Good thing that he was still able to keep his giant in company with small chats, though not all heard was clearly understood.
Love, do you have ..... fever?
His eyebrows knit in thought. I don't know, maybe? W-why do you think so, hon? Marcus watched in confusion as Rorik felt his forehead and neck before the human went to their room only to return with... what was that? Medicine?!
It is harmful to take medicine when carrying, he knows of this as this also applies to mystical beings like them. The fairy can't take it. Who knows what would happen to their child.
What should I do? He debated with himself. Probably it was time to tell the pregnancy to his husband? But he wasn't ready yet, wasn't ready to face Rorik's reaction.
The hand containing the medicine was coming closer to him, his love probably thinking that it would be good to have him take the medicine. He gulped. He can't risk the baby.
I-I can't take medicine, I'm not allowed to. He was shaking, dreading the question that would follow. Fortunately, he managed to faint before it even came.
All the more to be guilty with all the lies he had given to Rorik.
Ever since he came home from school, the fairy hadn't been feeling too great. He assumes that it was because of all the vomiting he did, and perhaps the pregnancy too had a part, and just shook it off. But he was starting to think that that might not be the case. Exhaustion he feels everyday, and even though he is providing for a life, his body shouldn't feel this heavy.
Good thing that Rorik went for a change of clothes first, or else he would see how his love stumbled to his seat with the lack of energy.
By the time dinner was done, Marcus had managed to regain some strength. I'm exhausted, too exhausted. That's it, don't worry. He assured himself. He hadn't eaten much of his curry, really not having the appetite. I'm glad you like it, love. He beamed, compensating for the paling of his face.
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A thump on the metal machine was heard. The fairy didn't knew why but he felt dizzy all of a sudden, causing him to lean on the washing machine with his hands quick to stable him on the washer. Slow breathing, he thought, would help the dizziness gone; so that's what he did, eyes closed and all focused on breathing in and out.
That's why he became startled when out of a blue, arms came wrapping his waist. And almost out of instinct, he leaned to the familiar touch. Every pressed knuckle felt good, and there was the content feeling being pulled in the embrace of his sweet giant.
I'm sorry, Ri. My mind is running for activities I could give the children tomorrow. I guess I spaced out. I'm fine. Another lie. And how much guiltier he became when rewarded with a kiss for his lie.
I'm so sorry, my love. He would apologize to the human in his mind, over and over.
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The movie with Ri would be a lot better if green eyes don't struggle to keep open. They were feeling heavy and he knew he must have dozed on and off during the movie with how sleepy he felt. Good thing that he was still able to keep his giant in company with small chats, though not all heard was clearly understood.
Love, do you have ..... fever?
His eyebrows knit in thought. I don't know, maybe? W-why do you think so, hon? Marcus watched in confusion as Rorik felt his forehead and neck before the human went to their room only to return with... what was that? Medicine?!
It is harmful to take medicine when carrying, he knows of this as this also applies to mystical beings like them. The fairy can't take it. Who knows what would happen to their child.
What should I do? He debated with himself. Probably it was time to tell the pregnancy to his husband? But he wasn't ready yet, wasn't ready to face Rorik's reaction.
The hand containing the medicine was coming closer to him, his love probably thinking that it would be good to have him take the medicine. He gulped. He can't risk the baby.
I-I can't take medicine, I'm not allowed to. He was shaking, dreading the question that would follow. Fortunately, he managed to faint before it even came.