01-24-2017, 01:39 PM
How could one be so kind? Marcus had thought as he saw the worried eyes of his lover as he woke. How could he put on a smile, care for him so much, when he's being deceived upfront by him, the man's supposed loyal 'wife'.
I'm fine... I'll get over this soon, Ri. You know how I am. He had faked the confidence, he has to. Prevent the worry from even escalating to suspicion; and of course not burden his love with so much fear. How can he bear it? Yes, it was because of the undecided future of their family.
'I see you still don't trust me enough...' No that wasn't it! Marcus just wanted to shout out it out, say that it's not he doesn't trust his husband with this. He's just so afraid. And he didn't knew that he even began trembling, tearing up, especially when a hand warmed his stomach, where their child rests.
He did feel a bit better, sniffling and wiping tears, as his human mate brought back memories of their wedding day. The brown hair strayed to all directions. It was held at the entrance of a forest, and it was really not expected to have the elder trees play with his hair. My grandma was quite the trouble maker then. So it was, old trees are his 'grandparents'. He giggled. Less of his worries was thought.
Thank you, for letting this go. I just... I promise. Marcus was quick to end with the promise. He wanted to say something, but what could he? Know that the heart's still not strong enough to bear what hate come may.
On the strong carry of the human lover, the fairy thought. Rorik's been too kind, and the gods only know how much he loves this human. How can he stand to be apart from the one that is his life? He can't, and this is why he feared more. He'd hate himself if Rorik would prove hateful of him.
The lemonade had been heaven to his queasy stomach; it calmed right through, and he was again thankful to his love. As if knowing, the man helped him with the ever-building nausea. And he could only hope that the man really knew and was supporting his pregnant lover.
I won't complain anymore. Your argument has won. The goofiness of the human had actually had him hoping for the better. If only he could muster the strength.
As the fairy was brought closer, he could feel all the honesty in those words. Marcus would only nod, silently letting a tear slip.
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The same feeling woke the once peaceful fairy, struggling from disentangling the strong arms before speeding off to the bathroom of their room. In there he puked, vegetables of the curry last night seen in mush; and the 'wife' had only paled further and leaned in for another round.
Pale hands came to rest on his forehead. Feeling that he was still feverish, he knew a doctor-visit must be made; try mother-visit. Marcus' mother was a former healer. He can't come to trust anyone with this secret yet (without news reaching Rorik) and he knew he could count on his mother.
Want to visit grandma? He'll make us feel better. Marcus started unconsciously rubbing his stomach. It came so natural that he didn't even realize until curious yes met the hand. He smiled.
Let's have papa drop us off. The rubbing came to a halt as he realized what he had said. Papa.. The idea was a fond one, but will they still have Rorik be there to hear it from their child.
I'm fine... I'll get over this soon, Ri. You know how I am. He had faked the confidence, he has to. Prevent the worry from even escalating to suspicion; and of course not burden his love with so much fear. How can he bear it? Yes, it was because of the undecided future of their family.
'I see you still don't trust me enough...' No that wasn't it! Marcus just wanted to shout out it out, say that it's not he doesn't trust his husband with this. He's just so afraid. And he didn't knew that he even began trembling, tearing up, especially when a hand warmed his stomach, where their child rests.
He did feel a bit better, sniffling and wiping tears, as his human mate brought back memories of their wedding day. The brown hair strayed to all directions. It was held at the entrance of a forest, and it was really not expected to have the elder trees play with his hair. My grandma was quite the trouble maker then. So it was, old trees are his 'grandparents'. He giggled. Less of his worries was thought.
Thank you, for letting this go. I just... I promise. Marcus was quick to end with the promise. He wanted to say something, but what could he? Know that the heart's still not strong enough to bear what hate come may.
On the strong carry of the human lover, the fairy thought. Rorik's been too kind, and the gods only know how much he loves this human. How can he stand to be apart from the one that is his life? He can't, and this is why he feared more. He'd hate himself if Rorik would prove hateful of him.
The lemonade had been heaven to his queasy stomach; it calmed right through, and he was again thankful to his love. As if knowing, the man helped him with the ever-building nausea. And he could only hope that the man really knew and was supporting his pregnant lover.
I won't complain anymore. Your argument has won. The goofiness of the human had actually had him hoping for the better. If only he could muster the strength.
As the fairy was brought closer, he could feel all the honesty in those words. Marcus would only nod, silently letting a tear slip.
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The same feeling woke the once peaceful fairy, struggling from disentangling the strong arms before speeding off to the bathroom of their room. In there he puked, vegetables of the curry last night seen in mush; and the 'wife' had only paled further and leaned in for another round.
Pale hands came to rest on his forehead. Feeling that he was still feverish, he knew a doctor-visit must be made; try mother-visit. Marcus' mother was a former healer. He can't come to trust anyone with this secret yet (without news reaching Rorik) and he knew he could count on his mother.
Want to visit grandma? He'll make us feel better. Marcus started unconsciously rubbing his stomach. It came so natural that he didn't even realize until curious yes met the hand. He smiled.
Let's have papa drop us off. The rubbing came to a halt as he realized what he had said. Papa.. The idea was a fond one, but will they still have Rorik be there to hear it from their child.