01-29-2017, 11:33 PM
(I don't care it's long ;) . I made this one long too. I love the detail you put into it. Also, don't worry for the triplets. I'm just noticing that between your rp and mine, we are making an army. XD , but big numbers are ok for me.)
Rorik parked in front of the house, giving a long, warm kiss to Marcus before he waved his good bye. Seeing Rachel on the porch made him feel better, knowing in some way his husband was in good hands. The sight of the house was always relaxing for him too. The structure resembled the form of a classic countryside home, except for the leafy trees standing closer than normal, the constant flow of colorful birds resting on the roof and the green tone on the exterior wood, mixing with normal white paint.
More memories hit back, as he remember the first time he entered the house, sitting on the living room, asking Marc's parents permission for being his mate. That night sure ended good.
Despite all that, he drove down the forest road, almost swerving twice, because he can't stop looking at the rearview mirror. Hope you get better love. He whispers.
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No auctions today. Just a normal day at the office, with paperwook and bad coffee. The tickling of the clock seems to go slower every hour, taking an eternity to get past noon.
-Still distracted with green eyes?. Come on man, is something serious happening with Marcus?- Asks Ron, the satyr friend.
-Nothing serious man. Well, at least I hope so. He has been sick with something. It just scares me a bit that he doesn't want to tell me what it is-
-Maybe it's just something embarrasing. I'm sure if something serious was happening, he would tell you-
-Don't be so sure Ron. He loves me so much, he sometimes shuts things just to not bother me. He's so sweet for doing that, but he doesn't have to-
-Ha, cut the drama man. This is eating your mind. He's a noble guy, that's it. Now, let me put some light on your day, would ya?-
- *sigh* ok, what is it?-
-Boss wants us to check a classic Mustang for the next auction, you in?-
The idea sounds good enough, so human and satyr go to check the vehicle, not before Rorik calls his husband. When it hits voicemail, he opts for Rachel. A held breath is released when she tolds him Marcus is fine and sleeping. Thanks ma'am.
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He immediatly accepts when Mrs. Greenfellow invites him for dinner. Sure thing Rachel, I'll be there in 20 minutes. He calls her by her name since the woman insisted in dropping formalities after the wedding, all becoming a big family.
In less than that, he's knocking at the door, hugging tightly the mother when she opens. He accepts a glass of water before dinner and smiles when seeing a sleepy Marc coming down the stairs. He reaches him, lifting him in his arms and kissing his forehead affectionately.
Slept good lazy fairy? The nickname came from nowhere, really, but he chuckled at Marc's puzzled expression.
Rorik parked in front of the house, giving a long, warm kiss to Marcus before he waved his good bye. Seeing Rachel on the porch made him feel better, knowing in some way his husband was in good hands. The sight of the house was always relaxing for him too. The structure resembled the form of a classic countryside home, except for the leafy trees standing closer than normal, the constant flow of colorful birds resting on the roof and the green tone on the exterior wood, mixing with normal white paint.
More memories hit back, as he remember the first time he entered the house, sitting on the living room, asking Marc's parents permission for being his mate. That night sure ended good.
Despite all that, he drove down the forest road, almost swerving twice, because he can't stop looking at the rearview mirror. Hope you get better love. He whispers.
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No auctions today. Just a normal day at the office, with paperwook and bad coffee. The tickling of the clock seems to go slower every hour, taking an eternity to get past noon.
-Still distracted with green eyes?. Come on man, is something serious happening with Marcus?- Asks Ron, the satyr friend.
-Nothing serious man. Well, at least I hope so. He has been sick with something. It just scares me a bit that he doesn't want to tell me what it is-
-Maybe it's just something embarrasing. I'm sure if something serious was happening, he would tell you-
-Don't be so sure Ron. He loves me so much, he sometimes shuts things just to not bother me. He's so sweet for doing that, but he doesn't have to-
-Ha, cut the drama man. This is eating your mind. He's a noble guy, that's it. Now, let me put some light on your day, would ya?-
- *sigh* ok, what is it?-
-Boss wants us to check a classic Mustang for the next auction, you in?-
The idea sounds good enough, so human and satyr go to check the vehicle, not before Rorik calls his husband. When it hits voicemail, he opts for Rachel. A held breath is released when she tolds him Marcus is fine and sleeping. Thanks ma'am.
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He immediatly accepts when Mrs. Greenfellow invites him for dinner. Sure thing Rachel, I'll be there in 20 minutes. He calls her by her name since the woman insisted in dropping formalities after the wedding, all becoming a big family.
In less than that, he's knocking at the door, hugging tightly the mother when she opens. He accepts a glass of water before dinner and smiles when seeing a sleepy Marc coming down the stairs. He reaches him, lifting him in his arms and kissing his forehead affectionately.
Slept good lazy fairy? The nickname came from nowhere, really, but he chuckled at Marc's puzzled expression.