01-28-2017, 06:24 PM
Are you kidding? Of course I'll take you to your mom, don't be silly. He cupped Marc's cheek, reasurring him. I'm sorry love, I'm just trying to understand all these, but I'm not mad at you. I'll drive you there He kissed his forehead. You aren't in conditions to exercise Mister. He chuckled.
When Marcus got out and almost hit the floor, Rorik's face painted white with arms reacting by their own. He accepted the kiss coming afterwards with a fond smile, but bewildered nevertheless. Something is wrong with his husband. Opting for making breakfast, he quickly changed along M, hugging him tightly and checking for fever again. After soft kisses, he goes downstairs first and prepares some eggs with toasts, a fruit mix, orange juice and bacon for himself. He thinks his lover wouldn't like any sort of meat with the nausea he's feeling.
His face lights up when the smaller male seats at the table with him. Even with little to not talk, the couple smile like goofs, holding hands under the table and feeling a bond first experienced when they were merely friends. Oh, those days were the human ran behind beautiful green eyes, chasing his "little fella" (term that Marcus hated) though the woods. He felt always astonished when the fairy dissapeared with supreme ease in the trees. More considering how his mate managed to tackle him by surprise everytime, weekend after weekend, until one day, between laughs and rolls down a hill, they kissed for the first time.
"Love?" He hears, coming back to earth. Sorry, I was .... distracted. He smiles.
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Sitting on the car, Rorik holds Marc's hand again, passing to a warm hug. I'll be calling you during the day. If something happens, I hope you or your mom call me, ok? He asks softly. I won't be mad or anything, so zero shyness. He finishes with a fatherly tone.
When Marcus got out and almost hit the floor, Rorik's face painted white with arms reacting by their own. He accepted the kiss coming afterwards with a fond smile, but bewildered nevertheless. Something is wrong with his husband. Opting for making breakfast, he quickly changed along M, hugging him tightly and checking for fever again. After soft kisses, he goes downstairs first and prepares some eggs with toasts, a fruit mix, orange juice and bacon for himself. He thinks his lover wouldn't like any sort of meat with the nausea he's feeling.
His face lights up when the smaller male seats at the table with him. Even with little to not talk, the couple smile like goofs, holding hands under the table and feeling a bond first experienced when they were merely friends. Oh, those days were the human ran behind beautiful green eyes, chasing his "little fella" (term that Marcus hated) though the woods. He felt always astonished when the fairy dissapeared with supreme ease in the trees. More considering how his mate managed to tackle him by surprise everytime, weekend after weekend, until one day, between laughs and rolls down a hill, they kissed for the first time.
"Love?" He hears, coming back to earth. Sorry, I was .... distracted. He smiles.
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Sitting on the car, Rorik holds Marc's hand again, passing to a warm hug. I'll be calling you during the day. If something happens, I hope you or your mom call me, ok? He asks softly. I won't be mad or anything, so zero shyness. He finishes with a fatherly tone.