02-03-2017, 04:28 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-04-2017, 01:34 PM by DarkAurion98.)
Bye Rachel. Everything was delicious, as always. I don't know how to thank you for taking care of Marcus. He seems to be better now and I'm glad. The tall man pauses and sighs. I can't stand him being so sick. It breaks my heart. With that he hugs the mother, who tells him everything is just fine. The smile decorating her lips flexes her cheeks more than usual, but the human unnotices it.
-Just keep an eye on him as much as you can boy-
-Sure thing ma'am-
The short exchange is muffled, just as the one between fairies happening a minute ago. Then the couple heads to the car, waving their goodbyes while rolled-up windows protect them from the freezing temperature outside.
I hope you had a good rest love. Is always great to visit your mom and see that look on your face. He says, eyes on the road, watching how a weak orange in the sky turns dark and night follows. When his lover takes his time to think about the statement, Leekev chuckles, and the question comes.
-What look?- says Marc confused, despite his soft fingers running through R's arm, making him grunt in affection.
-You know which one. That look with tender eyes, cheeks painted pink, remembering family things. That look- The dominant grins.
-Oh- green eyes team up with a blushed face and that's enough for Rorik. He makes sure to sit Marcus on his lap later that night, planting kisses along the heavenly frame of his partner.
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The bigger male hugs his everything after the tiring day. Never ending insurance meetings are taking the best out of him, having to wake up Ron every hour so the satyr doesn't get insulted by the coordinator. Honestly, he haven't seen a single piece of good art in days, except for the Mustang he checked with his friend.
He leans to M's touch, feeling skilled hands vanishing pain on sore muscles. In one of his pleasured sighs, the anniversary comment hits, and the male feels peaceful, having a full plan already on the table. In one of his everyday trips to work, he stumbles with a big, clever restaurant. Against all classic cliches, this one is practically an open terrace on a second floor, covered from the street with glass from all colors and small, full green trees. Those remind him of his forest-loving mate. Besides, the place is seated in front of a big, artificial lake, where wind blows slowly, greeting the customers.
Of course I didn't forget love, but you'll have to wait. He smirks, turning around and crashing lips with Marc. That date won't be cheap, and he certainly had to make a reservation with days on advance. Despite that, Marcus definitely worths it.
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Today he doesn't feel like a good husband. A surprise audit comes to his division, followed by a long meeting. Really long meeting. Eventually, the dominant turns off his phone, which doesn't stop buzzing from several messages coming from various contacts. Long story short, a shitty, busy day.
At lunch, he listens to Marc's message, and the stress of the day has him frowning at his phone. It's not like Rorik is authoritary with Marcus. He loves the free spirit of the young man. However, the smaller guy always likes to announce his going outs with at least a day on advance, always a fond or shy tone on his voice.
Now? The fairy sounds excited, only a few words and he just hangs up. It's almost like another version of his partner, but who knows? Maybe is just exhaustion and jealously playing with his mind.
Still, a name pokes at his ears. Erin.
Could some creatures of the woods overcome insecurities when helping each other, like Erin does with Marcus today? Yes.
Does Rorik know that? No.
The fact of not knowing too well his mate's colleague is affecting him, bringing unpleasant thoughts? Yes.
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He drives home, collapsing on an empty bed, on an empty house, with an empty voicemail since lunch. First his lover doesn't tell him about his sickness, now he happily makes plan with his collegue.
Stop moping around. He's just having fun, let him be. His mind scolds.
Or maybe a much sweeter man is filling the voids Rorik can't with his busy schedule...
(Hope you like it. Know is long)
-Just keep an eye on him as much as you can boy-
-Sure thing ma'am-
The short exchange is muffled, just as the one between fairies happening a minute ago. Then the couple heads to the car, waving their goodbyes while rolled-up windows protect them from the freezing temperature outside.
I hope you had a good rest love. Is always great to visit your mom and see that look on your face. He says, eyes on the road, watching how a weak orange in the sky turns dark and night follows. When his lover takes his time to think about the statement, Leekev chuckles, and the question comes.
-What look?- says Marc confused, despite his soft fingers running through R's arm, making him grunt in affection.
-You know which one. That look with tender eyes, cheeks painted pink, remembering family things. That look- The dominant grins.
-Oh- green eyes team up with a blushed face and that's enough for Rorik. He makes sure to sit Marcus on his lap later that night, planting kisses along the heavenly frame of his partner.
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The bigger male hugs his everything after the tiring day. Never ending insurance meetings are taking the best out of him, having to wake up Ron every hour so the satyr doesn't get insulted by the coordinator. Honestly, he haven't seen a single piece of good art in days, except for the Mustang he checked with his friend.
He leans to M's touch, feeling skilled hands vanishing pain on sore muscles. In one of his pleasured sighs, the anniversary comment hits, and the male feels peaceful, having a full plan already on the table. In one of his everyday trips to work, he stumbles with a big, clever restaurant. Against all classic cliches, this one is practically an open terrace on a second floor, covered from the street with glass from all colors and small, full green trees. Those remind him of his forest-loving mate. Besides, the place is seated in front of a big, artificial lake, where wind blows slowly, greeting the customers.
Of course I didn't forget love, but you'll have to wait. He smirks, turning around and crashing lips with Marc. That date won't be cheap, and he certainly had to make a reservation with days on advance. Despite that, Marcus definitely worths it.
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Today he doesn't feel like a good husband. A surprise audit comes to his division, followed by a long meeting. Really long meeting. Eventually, the dominant turns off his phone, which doesn't stop buzzing from several messages coming from various contacts. Long story short, a shitty, busy day.
At lunch, he listens to Marc's message, and the stress of the day has him frowning at his phone. It's not like Rorik is authoritary with Marcus. He loves the free spirit of the young man. However, the smaller guy always likes to announce his going outs with at least a day on advance, always a fond or shy tone on his voice.
Now? The fairy sounds excited, only a few words and he just hangs up. It's almost like another version of his partner, but who knows? Maybe is just exhaustion and jealously playing with his mind.
Still, a name pokes at his ears. Erin.
Could some creatures of the woods overcome insecurities when helping each other, like Erin does with Marcus today? Yes.
Does Rorik know that? No.
The fact of not knowing too well his mate's colleague is affecting him, bringing unpleasant thoughts? Yes.
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He drives home, collapsing on an empty bed, on an empty house, with an empty voicemail since lunch. First his lover doesn't tell him about his sickness, now he happily makes plan with his collegue.
Stop moping around. He's just having fun, let him be. His mind scolds.
Or maybe a much sweeter man is filling the voids Rorik can't with his busy schedule...
(Hope you like it. Know is long)