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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2014 16:26:30 GMT -5
Sept 9, 2014 16:26:30 GMT -5
Your scent is the rum keeping me hopeless 'til I wake tomorrow Will tonight ever make a difference?  The boy felt a bit weird, he had only been here for a few days at the most? But he didn't like it, or he didn't hate it. For Morgan this place was not his comfort. He wanted to go back home, if only he could. The boy had gained a small fever over the past few days from lack of sleep on his part. But he didn't talk about it. Morgan had avoided even telling Adriano. He kept on telling him that he was fine, that he was just a little cold. Lying had always been something he was good at. Now if Adriano saw through that it wasn't like Morgan knew. Oblivious as he was to these sort of things right? He had slowly come to terms with his sister's death. Not that he liked to talk about it anymore either. With a small sigh he settled down on the couch in Adriano's living room. He felt sick to his stomach, probably from not eating. But Morgan didn't like anything in the house, or just didn't feel like eating. "Blah can't he get home already. I'm bored, he's supposed to keep me entertained." He felt that it was weird, and yet he'd rather not deal with it. With a small grumble Morgan tried to keep awake.
But eventually his body had passed out. His body was fast asleep on the couch, unaware of pretty much everything around him. What was he supposed to do. This moment he felt that things were getting a bit tense. The pressure from his nightmares building up again. If only he could forget that he was alone now thanks to his sister's death. Okay well mostly alone because he had Adriano. The learning of his partner was stressful in it's own way. Though Morgan being Morgan had always laughed it off. As if he had no care in the world. Just right now he seemed to be so relaxed, even if his head he was stressed to high heaven. There was no way it'd end up working for him. There was no possible way to even stop any of that. Morgan was no miracle worker in this situation.
The black haired boy still wondered where Adriano was in his sleep. But he didn't know where he might be, or what he was even doing. This already brought a lot of tension to his body, thinking he might lose him. So Morgan sat up with a start and a small cry. It was not a scream, but almost some childish whimper. Like something a little baby or toddler would do. Morgan brought his knees up to his chest, and just buried his face against his knees. Anything to forget about this. It had to mean something, it had to matter. He was safe now. He had a comfortable place even without his sister. But for some reason all of this still managed to bother him. Rolling his shoulders once he finally calmed down, the boy limped towards the kitchen. His body hadn't healed, but he refused to listen to the doctor's orders of staying put.
He was never one to be tied down. People couldn't win over him. Only reason Adriano had any chance was because his partner was stronger and taller. That was all, Morgan would not let him win otherwise. Once he healed they'd be on complete equal footing again or so he hoped. Not that he knew. Morgan felt a bit weird, he was trying to climb up onto the counter and pull things down, even with his body aching the moment he tried to do that. He couldn't find his inhaler either, and his lungs were starting to hurt. THE TAG @adriano WORDS 000 MUSIC here
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2014 18:01:42 GMT -5
Sept 9, 2014 18:01:42 GMT -5
Come and get it one more time if you want to lose your mind
come and get it
It had been a few days since Adriano had brought the little trouble maker home with him. The male had been exactly that, nothing but trouble. His mansion was generally a quiet place where he could relax and work, perhaps dream about writing a new book between work but all that had been interrupted by the fact that the other was here. Perhaps the only reason things weren't a total mess was because Morgan wasn't completely healed yet. He had brought the male to his home on the account that he HOPED he would SLEEP.
Even so, he had work to do and he couldn't just ignore the seven moons to care for the fighter. So he had mostly left him on his own as he busied himself with the work that needed to be done. Mostly trying to stay home if at all possibly to put the fighter at ease. Instead however, today he had to leave home to go the seven moons to directly handle some work. Which left the other alone and caused him to think about the fighter almost all day until he finally found himself home once again.
Moving through the enormous house, or rather mansion, he found the other not sleeping but instead trying to climb to his shelves in the kitchen. A small sigh escaped his lips and without a sound he appeared behind the other picking him up with one arm so he could reach what he was going for. "You could have asked for help you know.. I don't mind making food if you promise to rest while I do it." he said. He really hated that Morgan was pushing himself so hard knowing he was still recovering.
"Have you slept at all today? I agreed to take you from the hospital on the grounds you would actually rest and let your body recover. You better keep your word or I will personally strap you down somewhere so you can recover." he said giving the other a flat look. Adrian didn't mean to be so hard on the other, but watching him push himself like this always got the blonde in a bad mood. If only he would just listen and rest for once in his life...
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2014 18:50:19 GMT -5
Sept 9, 2014 18:50:19 GMT -5
Your scent is the rum keeping me hopeless 'til I wake tomorrow Will tonight ever make a difference? He felt awkward, like the guy peeking up a girl's skirt sort of awkward. Almost like he'd end up getting into trouble soon. Right now it seemed weird enough. The boy felt that he was about to get into something. His fingers trying to attach to the box of noodles sitting on the top shelf. Why did Adriano have to be so tall compared to little Morgan. He obviously hated this. Now would be a time when he wished that his sister would be here. He could at least feel taller then her and tease her about it. But that was long gone and Morgan quickly wiped her memory from his mind. As if he had just taken a white marker and colored over it till he couldn't see it anymore. Resting for a little while had been mostly easy for him. Not that he talked about it. Adriano had barely given him time when he felt the arms helping him grab the noodles. He felt a little wobbly, but Morgan's body wasn't strong enough anyway. So of course he felt this way even with Adriano's help. Not that he said it. He only looked back at the blonde and tilted his head. "H-huh? I mean, I'm fine seriously! I was just trying to get the noodles you put up too high." He huffed, trying to keep that pout on his face again. Honestly he couldn't let Adriano have any sense of strength. Or allow him to win here.
"Fine I'll rest if you make me whatever I want. I tried to sleep but this house feels weird to me." He mumbled, then shook his head. Really Morgan needed to stop dwelling on things but the past kept coming up for him. The pain resting in his chest was easier to ignore lately. And he didn't need to worry too much about it. Since it was not likely to help matters for either of them. They were partners even if he didn't wish to actually be one sometimes. Knowing he had to fight for someone else was not exactly how he wanted it to be. Or even knowing he had someone else who he might need. His sister had died when he needed her. So the idea was best to be a bit foreign for him obviously. That whole Seven Moons thing that Adriano was involved in did not exactly bother Morgan. Though it was weird. He'd rather shrug it off. Only glancing down at him he huffed. " You can put me down now. I'm perfectly fine." Though he thought he wasn't. His legs still hurt.
The hospital, blah he hated the idea of going back there. Even now he'd rather pretend he didn't feel a darn thing. Obviously it'd be better for him wouldn't it? Right now he thought his mind wasn't working properly. He felt that he was starting to become a bit sick from his fever. Like it was starting to affect him all over again. Sighing lightly he only glanced down at him. "Tch fine I already said I would! I rested for awhile today...Just I'm not tired. Why do I need to rest? My body is just fine on it's own. Don't need to rest that much don't I?" He wanted to grumble, he wanted to get slightly angry. But what good would that do when someone offered to make him food. He'd rather not lose food, since that would make his stomach feel a little bit better right now.
"As if you could even strap me down." He only laughed, not that this even mattered. It was probably not going to matter all that much now was it. Morgan might seem to be fake relaxed. But people wouldn't know that. They'd never know anything about him. That was pretty much how Morgan saw this. He felt as if he was starting to recover slightly right now. "Do you know where my inhaler is though?" He said, Morgan didn't even show that he was worried. Even if his breathing was starting become ragged and painful to even do. He couldn't quite wrap his mind around this. Was he supposed to? It'd probably not end up doing him any good right now. Honestly his body felt weaker suddenly. As if it was not taking things the way it should.
He would try to listen right now. Even if he didn't want to. Morgan felt the need to be a rebel and stubborn but it wasn't that important. THE TAG @adriano WORDS 000 MUSIC here
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