02-07-2017, 12:26 AM
Rorik knew he was acting like a jealous kid. He's out with his friend. That's all. Where is all this coming from R? Questions his concience, making the tall man frown while taking off his shoes and shirt. When he is on pajamas, reason starts to calm the dominant down, now wondering if his mate is ok. A headache is killing him though, and when the attempt of making a quick lasagna for his lover almost ended in a major fire, he just threw the pan into the sink and headed to the bedroom.
Mmm, isn't it weird that Marcus almost cringed when I told him I had something planned for our... anniversary? He asks himself, arms stretched over the headboard and under his head. If the human knew what the narrator does, he will be pleased to know that his husband already was planning something special, not wanting him to put effort on anything else until the surprise was ready. Sadly, that's not the case, and Leekev drifts between scenarios, head trapped in a migraine.
I couldn't get his call, yet he didn't call again. He always does. He never makes plans so suddenly. He has come back late before, after hanging out with friends, and I'm happy for that, but today? Just.. Erin?
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I hope you are ok Marc.
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He really tries to shake the bitter feeling off. Waking with a loud sound and a serious headache doesn't help.
I didn't have dinner. That's his answer, lips fixed in a stable line. I tried to make something for you, but guess I'm a terrible cook. Rorik tries to ignore M's faint smile. Not such a good husband either, right? Too busy, to insistent when you are sick. I mean, Erin is better for that right?
He steps closer. However, the vague venom is his tone isn't followed by insults or a menacing posture. His shoulders are down and suddenly, the big male looks defeated.
You don't trust me, even after these years. You don't trust me, right Marc? He asks, voice soft but angry. Erin will listen to you while I'm the cliche husband, sticked to work.
In front of his mate's watery eyes, he turns around, head down. I'm sorry. Here I am being shitty for nothing. I .... I think I'll sleep on the couch. He thinks for a moment. You are hungry. I can make you a meat sandwich, or we can call for Chinese?
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(Make the move we talked about) :D
Mmm, isn't it weird that Marcus almost cringed when I told him I had something planned for our... anniversary? He asks himself, arms stretched over the headboard and under his head. If the human knew what the narrator does, he will be pleased to know that his husband already was planning something special, not wanting him to put effort on anything else until the surprise was ready. Sadly, that's not the case, and Leekev drifts between scenarios, head trapped in a migraine.
I couldn't get his call, yet he didn't call again. He always does. He never makes plans so suddenly. He has come back late before, after hanging out with friends, and I'm happy for that, but today? Just.. Erin?
...
I hope you are ok Marc.
...
He really tries to shake the bitter feeling off. Waking with a loud sound and a serious headache doesn't help.
I didn't have dinner. That's his answer, lips fixed in a stable line. I tried to make something for you, but guess I'm a terrible cook. Rorik tries to ignore M's faint smile. Not such a good husband either, right? Too busy, to insistent when you are sick. I mean, Erin is better for that right?
He steps closer. However, the vague venom is his tone isn't followed by insults or a menacing posture. His shoulders are down and suddenly, the big male looks defeated.
You don't trust me, even after these years. You don't trust me, right Marc? He asks, voice soft but angry. Erin will listen to you while I'm the cliche husband, sticked to work.
In front of his mate's watery eyes, he turns around, head down. I'm sorry. Here I am being shitty for nothing. I .... I think I'll sleep on the couch. He thinks for a moment. You are hungry. I can make you a meat sandwich, or we can call for Chinese?
...
(Make the move we talked about) :D