Hello, everyone! after dealing with real life and the other nonsense of living, panny and i have decided to bring back war of change. give a round of applause. we’ve worked through all of the information and hopefully improved coherency and cohesion; however, tell us if we missed something. eventually, we’ll announce an event to celebrate the re-opening, so look out for information on that. -RAIDNE, THE HEAD ADMIN
From the moonless night, screams of terror and fear resound, spreading across the world and infecting the masses; however, those sleepless nights occurred years ago. A new era began with the fires of war, and with no end in sight, the residents of Selene Isle trudge through life, basking in the momentary peace. Despite their prayers for continued monotony and peace, a storm brews, stirred to life by the continued presence of Rapture and Wraith. And as we set our sights on the seemingly peace laden isle, we must ask: how shall this tale end?
As the years passed, the number of true pairs increased; however, they continued to live in the shadows, catering to the whims of the mundane. Seven Moons kept watch over them all, instructing them and assisting them, but for many, the attitudes and ideals of the organization were smoldering, suffocating. With Seven Moons and the mundanes, they could not grasp the freedom, the power dangling before their eyes. In the beginning, rebellion was a dream, a fantasy, a figment—developed by the repressed and carried forward due to the nature of humanity. No one expected the call to sound, and no one expected the call to be answered. However, it happened.
Things seemed to have become blurry since the fire. Adriano couldn't remember the last time he had actually been frightened about something, but perhaps that had been it. It wasn't the flames that had scared him, no, the flames he could of dealt with. The hardest part about the situation was the feeling he had felt deep in his gut. Something that told him to rush inside without a care for his own safety or regardless of anything else. Something told him that he should, no NEEDED to go inside that building. While unknown to him then, he had managed to save the life of a young boy, around eighteen. Normally this wouldn't have fazed him, at least until he managed to see a familiar form around the boys right wrist.
So, here he was in the hospital for at least forty eight hours now. The boy had been in and out of treatment, and there was nothing the elite member could do about it. The minute he had dragged his sorry ass out of the fire he was whisked away out of his arms. The blackette probably didn't even know who he was. Someone who had just managed to be their in time to save his ass from being burned alive. Though, news that another form inside made his heart hurt that a woman had been burned to death to late to save. Part of the elite member wondered constantly if he could have saved the girl too if he wasn't so worried about himself.
He guessed that this was to come of them though, it was their name after all. They were reckless together and to die by fire didn't seem like such a bad way to go. Adriano wasn't willing to give up that boy yet though, not before even getting to meet him. He couldn't understand why he was so upset with him though. He didn't even know the kid all that well other than a member of the seven moons. As a intellectual operator of the heads it was his job to know these things so a little research on the boy was enough on him. But this curiosity inside him was not easily quelled and he wanted to know more about him from ... him.
The sacrifice had left the hospital room and the boy's side for the first time in the last forty eight hours. He had dozed off a few times but he couldn't take sitting in that chair for much longer. So the sacrifice had taken a quick walk around the hospital before making his way back to the blackette's room. What surprised him however was the presence of a group of nurses outside the room suddenly. Without his own knowledge his heart pounded furiously in his chest as his right hand gripped his pack of cigarette's a little to hard. Damn it, he needed to be more careful about that. A lighted one in his mouth, he moved quickly to them.
"What the fucking hell is going on." he growled furiously to the nearest one. He wasn't sure why he was being so violent but it didn't seem like he could contain it. "Sir, you know you can't smoke in here right?" the woman replied waving her hand in front of her face as if to dispel the smell of the smoke. Adriano grit his teeth as he tried to remain calm. "That isn't what I fucking asked." he grunted a bit darkly causing a small flinch to come from the woman.
Another nurse seemed to quickly come to her aid however. "The boy woke up a few minutes ago." she quickly retorted. The blonde's eyes flicked her way as a small shudder ran through his form. Was this the way he would always feel about the brat? He wasn't sure he could take the emotional stress of this. "Move." he said blankly passing the nurses' to enter the room where his single seat sat empty next to the blackette's bed. A renewed calmness washed over him as he stepped forward.
"Hey kid, How you doing?" he grumbled some, but inside he was relieved. Something he didn't quite understand...
Your scent is the rum keeping me hopeless 'til I wake tomorrow
Will tonight ever make a difference?
Morgan really had lost track of things, being trapped in that building with the fire licking at his skin. The boy didn't even know what to do. He had almost given in to his fate. Go figure right? It seemed like a good plan at the time until he had been pulled out. What the unconscious black haired boy didn't know was that his sister hadn't been saved. She died all because of some stupid animal. Animals could get out of places like that, why did she have to go back in there. His eyes were closed the whole time, and he seemed to grip the sheets as if he was having a nightmare. The hospital, the smells. All of it ended up making him sick. Morgan coughed, trying to force his sleeping body up but it only fell onto the bed. As if it was strapped down. He could only keep mumbling for his sister, over and over again. This girl was gone but he almost hadn't realized it. So of course Morgan was wrapped up in his nightmares, and trying to make the best of things right now. Not that he could. He didn't even know someone was with him, or someone had been waiting for him. He didn't know who Adriano was. Just that he had pulled him from that fire.
The blonde's face was still blurry as fuck right now. He'd probably not be able to remember it till he saw him again. But for now that didn't seem to be happening, since he was still out like a burned out light. He felt gross, sweaty and ten other things as he finally started to open his eyes. Someone who had been by his bed side was no longer there. He could feel they were gone before he could even see them. What was he supposed to do about this? How could he handle it for that matter? He started ripping his iv needles out and throwing them down as he wobbled out of the bed. His body was so weak and he hated every single second of it. Why was this even happening? What good could he do? This was already bad enough for him.
The small boy would rather not deal with it. But that'd be way too easy for him, and he knew it right now. "Just leave me the hell alone! tell me where my sister is before I kick you hard." He grumbled and just tried to get out of the room. His body was so exhausted but he had to find her. He had to keep on going, if she got hurt what would he do? Morgan had gone in there to help her not lose her. She had to be okay she had to be. That girl was never one to fall like that. She had always been too stubborn to let anything knock her down.
Morgan had ignored the sounds of the people telling him to stop. He didn't even care no Morgan had other plans. Like getting out here and finding that girl he missed so darn much. Where the heck did she go? Morgan would not admit what he was feeling. Not usually, but now his fear was so obvious on his face, and he would never be able to hide it. He shoved people aside and tried to make them go the heck away. Why were they trying to stop him? As if it'd end up truly helping at all, at this point. He wouldn't say a single thing about the things that had happened to him, or what he was. He just grumbled, and stared at them. What was supposed to happen here?
Why was he here? But his sister wasn't. The voice he remembered from the fire reached his ears and he growled. "where the hell is my sister! They won't tell me a damn thing, you have to know, so start fucking talking." Morgan's words were slurred, the drugs in his body still had some control over him as he reached up to grab Adriano's shirt. He had to tell him. He had to know something. Morgan was not going to leave until he did, even if his body was worn out and wanted to fall.
"I just want to know where my sister is! now where is she!? Tell me" He was ignoring his own health for her, the wounds from the needles dripped some blood onto the floor. What could he do? At this point it'd probably not end up helping either. Morgan still felt so unsteady. Almost like he needed to throw up again, what could he do? This was probably not going to end up making things any better. Since his apparent savior had come back. He had to get answers. Something about his sister.
The last thing the blonde had expected was the blackette to actually be standing when he entered the room. It seemed he wasn't the only one that was aggravated with the nurses. It seemed they hadn't just swarmed outside the room but also inside where his young ward was busy being reckless again. This wasn't all that surprising, but it wasn't something that Adriano was quite pleased about. He had risked his life and sat by his bed side for forty eight hours straight he'd be damned if the kid blacked out now and got himself injured all over again. He was just not going to have it, whether he had to force the kid back down himself.
Adriano noticed that he seemed in some kind of hysteria though, not surprising for almost dying in a fire. It seemed the nurses weren't telling him anything and that would piss him off too. That was when the boy seemed to notice him now as he entered the room and spoke to him. He didn't seem to respond to well to him either (already pissed off by the nurses). Adriano's kindness and worry were instead replied with brute force and a anger that seemed to come from deep inside. It was actually surprising the boy was able to stand at all with how weak and feeble he looked and it made his heart hurt.
When the boy gripped onto his shirt he used it as an excuse to wrap one arm around his back to keep him from falling in case he did. Ugh what a pain this was, he was a elite member dealing with a child now. But, something in him was okay with this child, this boy he had been looking for for quite some time. Letting him finish his little tantrum Adriano let out a puff of smoke from his cigarette. "Look kid, I'll make you a deal alright? Now listen close cause I'm only offering this once. If you cooperate and let me put you back in bed, I'll tell you whatever you want to know. I promise on my word as a elite holder of the Seven Moons. If you don't accept this offer, I will force your ass in that bed and not tell you anything."
He wasn't trying to be rude, but it might have come out that way to the poor traumatized kid. "Besides, you already owe me for dragging your ass out of that damn fire. So... as far as I see working with me helps you out a lot more than freaking out and fight me. " he said calmly. Adriano didn't really understand where this protectiveness came from, whatever god was up there knew he wasn't a protective person. This was different though and he wanted to do anything he could to help this boy. Even if that meant going against what he wanted. "Besides, Injuring yourself won't help anyone you know? "
Another drag and release of smoke on his cigarette helped calm his nerves a little more. "It would be a big fuck you to me for dragging your ass out in the first place, and a fuck you to the idiots who have been working hard for the past 48 hours to get you back to normal again." he said calmly. Without another word however the blonde bent a little to slip his free arm under the boy's shaky legs. With a slight movement of his weight and body Adriano picked up the blackette in his arms.
"Now... let's get you back in bed so we can talk okay?" he said with a soft sigh.
Notes: adrian your so cute like this Tags:@morgan Words: n/a
Your scent is the rum keeping me hopeless 'til I wake tomorrow
Will tonight ever make a difference?
He felt dizzy even if he could stand, Morgan's lungs hadn't healed yet. It'd still take more time so trying to push air through his lungs was easier said then done. Morgan wanted to know where his sister was and why she wasn't here. There had to be a reason. Not that he knew he wouldn't like the reason when he found out. For now he wanted to know where she was. Grumbling, he only glared at Adriano and the nurses. Why did it seem like no one would tell him. Morgan already wanted to walk right out of this place. He'd find his sister if they wouldn't tell him. Simple as that, he was such a reckless person and he wouldn't get far even if he did leave. That thought however was not holding the fighter back. He was far too reckless for something like health to keep him stuck somewhere.
He did not want to deal with this, any of it. No he wanted to just try to focus on something else. Like getting out of here and finding his sister. She had to be okay. She had to be somewhere right? It couldn't be bad. The girl was probably just resting in a bed somewhere. Trying to heal from the fire as he was supposed to be doing. But Morgan wanted to see her. He wanted to know where his idiot of a sister was. She had to be okay, she wasn't that weak. Papa had trained them better then that even if she skipped out on the rest of her training for some stupid boy. But whatever really.
Morgan wanted answers not tricks. That was all, but of course people didn't need to know that. He was in a weak and vulnerable state right now. All because of the fire and other reasons. His sister had died, but no one told him. No one actually wanted to end up telling him those things. Anyway. The boy had no plans to give up right now, none at all. Simple as that really. People needed to learn to deal with that. And he'd make sure they did. Morgan wanted to find his sister. He wanted to know the truth, but people avoided it. People were giving him those sad looks. If he had been thinking differently he might know what it meant. But so far no he wasn't thinking that way.
He growled and wanted to fight. He wanted to fight and make people mad. Or figure some way to get away from all of this, but like it'd work. Might not end up helping really at this point. What was he going to say? He might not making this any better but still Morgan wanted his sister. "Fine! now tell me where my sister is or I'm going to get up from the bed and just walk out to find her." Not that he'd get very far. His steps were so unsteady it made him feel sick just thinking that he might die even after surviving the fire. His body was sore, and worn out from everything. He still had the bruises on his body from where that beam had almost crushed him. It broke a few of his ribs, and some other bones.
But he didn't want to talk about that. Being stuck in this hospital was already annoying enough by now. Perhaps he needed to just let this go. He needed to figure out what this person wanted. What they'd tell him anyway. He was too frustrated for this, he wanted it all to end. Why the hell did Adriano and the nurses do this to him? They never told him a damn thing. His sister wasn't here, he wanted her. He wanted to know where Marley was. But no like he'd ever end up finding that out.
"So what if it won't! I want my sister! Tch fine just tell me where the fuck she is. Now!" He demanded as he felt the arms pick him up. At least he was okay, for now. At least he hoped he'd be alright for a bit longer to. His body was starting to at least feel mostly better. This couldn't be so bad for him. But yet at the same time he almost wondered what might be waiting. What would they end up telling him? Would it be anything good? So far Morgan did not think it would be, and that worried him.
He would lean against Adriano and take a few gasps of air, trying to calm down after his outburst was harder when his body was still on the mend.
Well, he had to give the kid some credit he had some guts. He could tell how weak he was, they all probably could but he continued to throw such a tantrum. Was this really the other he had been destined to by something that was called 'fate'. The blonde wasn't quite sure what to expect from this encounter, he hadn't even told the boy who he really was. To the blackette he was probably just someone annoying who wouldn't give him any answers to his questions. To be quite honest, the blonde would have probably been pissed off too if that had happened to him. While it was annoying he couldn't really blame the kid for being so cranky about it.
Even his responses were a bit annoying and Adriano had to bite his lip to keep from saying anything nasty in return. Adriano couldn't help this feeling though, the one that made him feel content that the boy was in his arms. He felt like he had control and nothing could harm this person that had suddenly become the air he breathed and the reason he lived to this day. The blonde snorted and lightly thumped the blackette's head with a flick of his fingers. "You sound like such a child. I said I would tell you didn't I? Now shut up before you give me a fucking headache." he grumbled as he carried the blackette and set him on the bed.
He was gentle as if every part of him could feel every pain the other could. Making sure he was laying down the blond grabbed his chair and pulled it close to the bed sitting down again. This time facing the bed and the boy that wished to ask him so many questions. Adriano took a moment to take a breathe before his hands linked with each other in his laps the black leather of his gloves rubbing on each other. "Listen kid, your sister.... she ain't comin' back. " he said softly. He wasn't going to look away or sugar coat the situation. He deserved to be told the truth and that was what Adriano would give him.
"After I dug you out and you were rushed to the hospital we got the flames to stop. " the blonde let out a sigh and rubbed a hand through his tousled hair. "There were remnants of a female's corpse in the building. I'm sorry but your sister is gone, died in that fire.." he said looking at the blackette straight into those blood colored hues. He wasn't going to look away and he would be here to take whatever pain he felt. That was what he did as his part of this deal. He bore the pain for him, and he would even without the blackette knowing. "I'm sorry kid... I've been sitting here thinking about situations..."
He paused again for a moment to form the words. "Where I could of saved both of you. I've already kicked myself a thousand times, so do me the favor and don't do it to yourself." he said softly. Adriano wasn't sure if he should tell the young boy the truth about his own tattoo. It seemed like it might have been a bit to much for right now though. So instead of saying anything the male stayed quiet and let the boy say whatever he needed to.
Notes: adrian your so cute like this Tags:@morgan Words: n/a
Your scent is the rum keeping me hopeless 'til I wake tomorrow
Will tonight ever make a difference?
He didn't want to just sit around and not be told anything, his sister had always been there. Even when Marley wasn't at home he still felt her? That twin connection, they'd always feel each other and the thing about twins was if something bad happened most of them might know. He couldn't shake that feeling away right now, it was bad wasn't it? If his sister had been okay she'd be right here. She'd be right there with him, telling him to stay in bed and not move. Or lecturing him for rushing in there after her. Like the last time he ended up in the hospital. But different lecture there because he was put in the hospital for a stupid fight. All because some whiny girls had picked on his sister, and of course sent those buff boyfriends they had after Morgan.
But that was letting his thoughts get off the subject now. He knew something wasn't right. All he wanted was to know what it was. Could that be so much to ask for? Really? Could it be? Not like he was begging for this drama to happen or anything, he only wanted to know where she was. Alive or dead he wanted to know what happened to her. His actions and responses all came from the fact that his sister was missing and no one was telling him a thing. Morgan was not a mind reader, he was a normal person. Weird and slightly antisocial but still a normal person. They had to believe in that right? At least for now, he wasn't sure what else they'd do otherwise. Adriano said he'd tell him so Morgan sat on that bed waiting to be told.
What could he do? This might not end up helping matters, or make anything better now that he was thinking about it. He had to feel very strange, very very strange and alone. Even with Adriano here things seemed so weird. The boy blinked at the thump on his head. It had shocked him so far out of his thoughts he didn't entirely know what to do about any of this. How could he figure it out? Without messing up for that matter, right? At least now it seemed okay. He seemed like he might be in a good place with somewhat okay people. The idea of being hurt was still somewhere in his head, but still. He waited for Adriano as annoying as he was being to tell him what happened to his sister.
Morgan could only look at him in shock at what he said. Morgan never really showed these things to people. But this caught him off guard. Twins had that bond so when one died, it felt as if the other was being pulled away from them. Or they lost some part of them, even if one still lived. He just couldn't figure out what to say to this, not now. "What? No, she's fine. She has to be, she probably just ran off again like before. She'll appear in a few months needing money again." He mumbled to himself, his eyes stung and he could feel something trailing down his cheeks. At first he had seemed almost bored with it, like this was all some sick joke.
But he felt something wet on his cheeks, and just looked at it. "What is this...? No, I'm not buying that! my sister is stupid but she's not that stupid." Morgan knew it was true beneath this, but denial was a confusing thing. It made him act weird, such as this. And there was no way to get out of it even if he tried to. It'd probably not do a darn thing for him. Crying, acting out. None of that would bring his sister back if she was indeed dead. So he just had to put up with that as much as he knew he didn't want to. "JUST SHUT UP! My sister got herself killed...so it's not like we could do anything." Morgan was still going to try and play this off. He cared though it was obvious in his shaky tone, and the stream of tears from those blood red eyes. He could act as heartless as he wanted to but it wasn't going to work.
The blonde didn't know what he was really expecting. But, as he told the young boy he wasn't expecting what came next. Adriano had been used to tears he had seen many before, but these ones sunk down to the core of his soul where they stuck onto him. Adrian just didn't know how to cope with the feeling of not being able to provide for the person that was supposed to be his everything. Was this what it felt like when your other was afraid? When your other was hurt? He wasn't quite sure he could deal with all the sudden emotions that seemed to come at him like a plague that he couldn't really understand.
"Don't cry, please..." the words were whispered. But how unfair that must have sounded to the boy, he had just lost his sister and he was telling him not to cry. His denial only seemed to sink in even deeper to the blonde's chest. There was nothing stopping him before his gloved hand reached out and gently brushed away the tears that started to fall down his cheeks. He wished he could stop his crying, he didn't want to see it. It had been hard enough watching him almost die on that hospital bed, but now to see him like this.. so upset Adrian didn't think that he could take much more of it.
He didnt' try to stop him from his denial, with his luck so far it would only push the boy deeper into his affliction. It would take him to clear it up and there was nothing he could do but sit here. Adrian knew this was something that morgan would have to get through on his own, but still it was hard to understand that his two hands couldn't do anything. "shhh..." he whispered softly as the blackette seemed to freak out and take his anger out on him as he yelled at him that it wasn't something they could change. Even so, his heart ached that he couldn't do anything for his destined person in the world.
Without a second word the blonde's hand moved behind the blackette's head and gently pulled him forward some into his shoulder as his strong arms wrapped around his shaking body. "Its okay to cry ... just let me take some of the pain away.." he said softly gently pulling him into his stronger and much bigger form. He wanted to comfort him and the was all he could do for now. Soon he would be able to tell him who he was and why he seemed to care so much. But for now... Adrian was content. He was content to at least help him with this... the smallest thing he could do.
Notes: adrian your so cute like this Tags:@morgan Words: n/a
Your scent is the rum keeping me hopeless 'til I wake tomorrow
Will tonight ever make a difference?
Morgan had thought he'd hear she was still alive somewhere, but it wasn't so much of a shock when he did. Maybe because he already had a feeling she'd never come back. What luck did he end up even having at this point. Apparently not very much. But whatever, in time he'd learn how to deal with that stuff. As per usual really. He didn't usually show his emotions, he was not one to cry. What was the point even? At this point he might not be so well off but who cared. Right? He was probably already not in the right area for this stuff. Not now, barely ever later. Why did this have to hurt so much? His sister couldn't be that stupid. No she had to have a lot of stupid ideas to die because of that. It just didn't seem like her, the boy thought she'd never die. Or they'd die together. One of the two. Morgan would rather not dig back into the negative. Not right now. But still, he felt way too depressed. His stomach kept twisting at the idea of her burning in there. Burning alive no less. There was no way he'd know if she had been dead or knocked out already. So he could only hear her cries as she died. Who did she cry for? Was it him? Or was it the parents, or someone. Maybe everyone. Those ideas stung Morgan's chest a lot. And it made him feel dizzy.
Between choked sobs and the want to vomit he lost all track of what was going on around him at this point. He couldn't stop crying even if his partner wanted him too? They were only fighter and sacrifice nothing more. So why did it matter so much? Not like Morgan was that important to a total stranger that had just appeared to save his life one day. Randomly. He couldn't help it, he just shook his head and tried to glare at Adriano. Though it did little good. Glares with tears always seemed so much less threatening. So of course it wasn't likely to even work. Couldn't be too shocking on that one now could it. Not now and not ever really. Now that he seemed to be thinking about this. Yet he barely knew what to say or where to go about any of this. How did he knew where and when it might end? After all it was one of those more shocking sort of things wasn't it? He didn't even get mad for being told not to cry. Maybe it showed just how out of it he was. After all Morgan was very very out of it today. He had no idea what to do, how to make things work. First he woke up in a hospital, then some blonde showed up. And his sister was dead. Too much to take in at one time. And her death was also because of some stupid freaking animal. That animal should have just stayed out, they'd both be alright if it had. But of course that took smarts, and apparently that animal had none.
It made him feel tired, and he just leaned against Adriano in response. Too many emotions going through his body at one time. He hardly knew how to handle any of that by now. Really. He hadn't known what to do feeling those fingers wipe away his tears. Trying to make him feel better? Or just be there for him, either way it was foreign and strange. And he didn't want to deal with any of it. Not right now at the very least, since it wasn't likely to do him any good. Not right now at the very least. His brain had slowly calmed down, though he was still making whimper like noises. The boy was still so scared, what could he do? Not having his twin around never occurred to him. He never thought she'd just up and die. That had never once been in Morgan's mind. And who could blame him? They were both pretty much healthy people, a little weird but healthy either way. Yet he still didn't know what to say, it made him feel sick to his stomach once again the more he thought about it. The past was in the past, it should stay there. Yet he had a feeling it never would. That would be just way too easy if those sort of things happened.
Morgan didn't know how to relax. Not at all, being held in these arms it made him feel weird. What was he supposed to do? He couldn't be sure what he was supposed to do, or how he was supposed to even handle this either. He only closed his eyes then tried to calm down. He felt so weird, so scared to begin with at this point. Just what was he going to do. "Fine...if that's what you want. J-just don't let me go." Morgan stammered over his words. This was already complicated enough for him, he did not like any of it and he never really would. Basically.
These feelings were something that was a bit of a mystery to the elite member. He had been used to dropping away emotions so he could not feel such stupid things. They were useless and most of the time they tended to bring down the one who when with them. These emotions however he couldn't quite get it right and they felt like they were supposed to be there. Irony was a bitch, and she had managed to throw his partner that he had been searching for in a flaming building with him just so happening to be there and pulling him out half charred, half dead, and half in soul. Perhaps this was his fault for something he had done.
Maybe someone he had killed, or maybe just his karma in general. So it felt like this wasn't entirely the boy's fault and he himself had a share in the b lame no matter how much the kid told him not to have it. So these small things that normally meant nothing to him suddenly felt like they meant the world to the blackette. His own world was quickly crashing around him and no one had seemed to care. The girl that had the other half of his soul was gone and even the child himself didn't know how to deal with it. Adraino could tell how hard he tried to hide such painful feelings but no one could complete such a feat with someone that was so important to them.
This one fact, Adriano knew too well....
The man however, would promise to do better, things tended to change when it wasn't just you who would get injured. "Im not gonna let you go. I've waited far to long to find you, and I'll be damned to let you go now." he said calmly. He was sure that was something odd to say and it probably hinted as to who the man really was but he really didn't care. If he was able to use his two arms to protect this boy then perhaps he could be his atonement for the things that he had done wrong in this lifetime and maybe even the next. His gloved hand gently stroked the other's hair as he pulled him into his chest.
"I'm sorry for putting so much on you right now... but I'm sure you must think I'm not just here because I pulled you out of that fire. We have much more in common than you think. I will give you the benefit of the doubt that you can't feel it right now like I can because you have just lost a part of your soul that you can never replace but I am not just another person on the street to you." he said softly. Still holding the blackette tight against his chest he slowly used his mouth to pull off the black leather that covered the hand that had changed his life, and probably this boy's for the rest of their existence in this life.
With a small turn of his wrist he revealed the name that had been given to him all that time ago. Dropping the glove from his mouth onto his lap he kept the name in view for the young man to see. "I saw your's when I pulled you out of that fire. I understand that you are bound to your name of which you were given, but for my sake.. please don't do anything stupid. Cause you aren't alone anymore in this god forsaken place. So you don't have to be alone anymore. Cause you aren't the only one in the world who is..."
"Reckless."
Notes: adrian your so cute like this Tags:@morgan Words: n/a
Your scent is the rum keeping me hopeless 'til I wake tomorrow
Will tonight ever make a difference?
Morgan honestly didn't know how to handle himself either at this point, what luck did he have with these things? After all his sister was dead, some stranger was in his room. All of it was more or less weird. Though he'd keep that to himself. Morgan's emotions were so messed up, and all over the place. So it wasn't like he knew how to handle it either. This was probably not good for him, but of course the blackette wanted to just shrug it all off. Pretend he didn't care about what he might be feeling. His body was still burned it had not entirely healed. So what was he going to do? If he tried to change things it might only get worse. He had to survive even with his sister dead. He didn't think relying on someone else to handle his feelings was such a good idea. So of course he planned to not do it. And yet here he was curled up against him, trying to stop from sobbing. The tears leaving lines in his face, and stinging some of the burns on his skin. Since even if they were covered it didn't always protect them from everything. Like the salt in tears of pain, and tears in general. "O-ow..." He mumbled though he didn't pull away from Adriano. If he did that he'd end up breaking right now. And he honestly had no plans to break down or let his other emotions get the better of him.
His soul was on shaky footing, and he was afraid if he moved it'd fall. Adriano couldn't hold him up. He would not be able to fix that, no way. It was just not going to happen anytime soon. Morgan might be too negative but he didn't even know the stranger holding him. Even if he gave into this for the moment, he was emotionally hurt and scarred after all so was it that shocking? He didn't know what to do, when he was slowly realizing someone had been killed. Just what could he say? No doubt Adriano couldn't think he would recover already. It did not work that way. Never would and never had even for people who tried to pretend it actually had anyway. He could not try to ignore his emotions. Morgan had moments before and it only failed. All it did was stress him out. Or well make him cry a lot worse when he finally let his damaged emotions go. Probably not his best idea, but what god would it do for him to attempt to change that now. Adriano had already seen this part of him anyway. She would never come back, and he wanted to forget it. But all Morgan could do was keep on mumbling to himself over and over again. "I want her back, I want her back. Why isn't she coming back?" What was he going to feel? This made him confused, or was it stressed. Either way he didn't know what to do.
Maybe he almost felt bad? But he kept it to himself for now. Since this was probably for the best even if he didn't entirely know how to handle it without saying the wrong thing or hurting someone basically. With a small laugh he wondered why his chest was aching. No he wasn't supposed to be feeling this. Why couldn't it just go away? Things might be a lot easier for him if it went away. But pain never went away it'd be way too easy basically. More or less he was stuck in a tug of war between his emotions and his will to pretend none of it existed. "W-what?" Why was he acting this way? What good did it even do? He didn't understand why some total stranger even seemed to care. To be completely honest it was all strange. Morgan tried to wrap his mind around it though it didn't seem to even be working at this point either. Morgan felt his sobs stop slowly even if he was whimpering and sniffling still. So far he didn't think much of it, but he also wondered what might he feel. What was he even feeling even? This oddly relaxed feeling almost did not make him feel any good. It made him feel sick, and happy which was such a weird combination of feelings.
Find him? What was this guy even talking about? It lost Morgan more then it had before. What was he supposed to do about all of this stuff right now. It wasn't like it'd end up doing him even the slightest bit of good at this point. This all made him feel so uncertain right now. And honestly it was really weird for him but he'd learn to deal with it some other way. Somehow at the very least. "Then what are you?! I don't even know you, all I know if you saved me from death and that's it. So what am I supposed to do? Tell me. Please..." He didn't usually plead but he felt weird, this time it was making him feel so awkward. And he was not entirely sure what to do with this. Or even where to go at that. It confused him so very much. But he'd have to learn to let this go then figure it out later somehow. If that was even possible by this point. Right? "F-fine...I mean...WHAT! I don't get it, so you saw my name? And you don't care? You...even share my name? That's a little strange...that my hero is my partner." It was confusing, and it made his head hut just a little bit. What was he going to say? All he could do was agree to this and at least attempt to listen for awhile.
Adriano could tell that he was hurting, this blackette was not the time that spoke to him as one who faked pain. No, in fact, it seemed like this boy would be the type to not show his emotions at all. Of course, the golden haired male could be wrong, but he wasn't the best at first appearances. This was still a situation that he would rather trade for a different one. He wasn't good with sad people, crying, and just this in general so it was probably only because this boy was his partner that he was able to adapt to it so easily. If it had been anyone else, Adriano was sure he would have been out of the door within the first few tears that had been shed.
A soft sigh came when the blackette obviously didn't understand what he was going at with this. It was obvious that he would probably need a bit more time than normal. Perhaps in a normal state of mind things could have been easier. When the boy started coming back at him Adriano just let out a sigh and let him finish before looking at him a bit sternly to make sure he heard him loud and clear. "That is correct.. I am the person that saved you, but I am not just a stranger. What are you supposed to do? That's a stupid question.. you get up and you keep moving. You have a good strong body and a good pair of legs.. you keep walking. You live.. knowing that you survived for a reason and that there is so much more that you can do with your life."
Why did it feel like he was giving a lecture to this blackette? Perhaps it was because in a way he sort of was. It wasn't like he was trying to but things just so happened to turn out that way. That was when the boy seemed to finally realize what he was looking at on the blonde's own arm. Adriano sighed and offered his arm for the male to look at to prove that it was true at the same time grabbing the blackette's own wrist to put beside his own. "Its a perfect match, though I'm not one to believe in fate, it seems it was on your side kid. I just so happened to be there to pull you out of that fire and into safety." he said calmly.
Adriano shut his hues for a moment before letting go of the blackette's arm to put the glove back on his uncovered hand. "Well... regardless of fate or whatever you believe in, it happened. That being said, don't expect me to take it easy on you. I am not going to accept you almost getting killed again, so if that means I have to watch you 24/7 to make sure you are out of trouble that is what I'll do. Just so you understand the same page we are on. " there was a pause in his speech before another sigh came and his hues opened once more to look into those of his scarlet orbs.
"My name is Adriano Moretti, and I am the elite's chair number 6 in the Seven Moons."
Notes: adrian your so cute like this Tags:@morgan Words: n/a
Your scent is the rum keeping me hopeless 'til I wake tomorrow
Will tonight ever make a difference?
He was still struggling through his emotions, and it made him feel so strange. What could he do at this point, he had to wonder what he'd do about this. Morgan had to clean up her last assets, and her life. Everything she had left and so on. Which with the fire taking the house there wasn't much to it. He could only sigh then attempt to relax. Somehow. Though it'd probably not end up doing him much good right now. Morgan had a lot of emotions to sort through. It'd probably not end up helping either, he had to wonder what Adriano knew about him. Adriano had only found him as a stranger, and barely knew anything about him. So that was all, and yet right now he wished he'd forget about it. Morgan didn't want to end up dwelling on things since it never helped.
He was truly lost in all of this. And he didn't even know what to say. Or how he'd be able to figure this out. Seriously either way Morgan was trying to feel a bit better. Not that it'd help him he still had to recover from his injuries and his mental stress. But Morgan knew that Adriano wanted to tell him something. So he stopped dwelling in his thoughts long enough to just listen to him. Just to see what his savior and apparent friend had to say. Whatever it was. He had to try and make some sense out of this. As the other seemed to speak, it was just so foreign to him. What could he end up doing. " Am I? I-I guess so. This is so weird though. I don't know if I want to walk further anymore, without her..." That was all, it made him feel really weird. Adriano had brought something into his life he didn't understand.
What could he do? He started to feel a bit better, this already made him feel so confused. Yet he'd rather just keep himself focused on something else. Yet he had a feeling it didn't matter. "Look I get it...I can't just stop trying but I'm missing my sister, and you are like the only one here for me now."]/font] What was he supposed to do? How could he say that he didn't even care that his sister was dead. He'd said it before if only so he didn't have to deal with his own emotions, his own emotions were complicated enough. And they made him feel so awkward, and so stressed out. "So..you saved me. And we share a name?" He tilted his head then wondered just how he was going to deal with this. For now at the very least.
"Well I still owe you for that, so it's fine. I'm not dead, have to keep living and you won't let me die. I got it already, and I'm not going to bother to die any time soon. Not for you, simple as that really. So whatever, you don't need to go easy on me or anything. Seriously I don't care. As if you need to watch me twenty four seven, I'm not a baby. Or anything, I just want to get out of this hospital." He only looked at him and waited. Wondering what he was going to do, at this point it didn't seem to matter either. Why would it?
"Haha so my hero and my partner is from the Seven Moons? Well isn't this rich, oddly I'll be happy about it. For now at least. It sounds interesting to me, so just don't start boring me or it'll get bad, really fast." He said as it seemed his emotions had started to calm down for once. That was all, even if Morgan still missed her. He'd deal with that later.
The blonde could understand how the blackette felt. He had lost people too, and he had remembered what it had done to him. He had started smoking after he had lost those that were precious to him. It probably hadn't of been the greatest decision of his life but it had been what saved him from the depression that followed after the death. Adriano sighed a bit knowing that wasn't the best choice for the blackette. As much as he was addicted to his cancer stick he wouldn't put that upon anyone else. Perhaps the blackette would find his own ways of hope without hurting each other.
At his response Adrian slowly closed his hues before taking a moment to figure out how to answer the other. "Its always hard getting back up after you've fallen. Some days it feels like it would be a lot easier to stay there so no one can push you back down. I won't lie to you and say I haven't been in that position because I have. You however, are the only one that can make that choice to get up. You won't ever forget the pain you feel, but it does get better.. its a lot easier when you have someone to help you through it." he said softly. That was when the situation seemed to change and the conversation shifted as well.
The other seemed to accept what had happened but he knew it wouldn't be something easy to get used to. Adriano had been used to fighting alone all this time, finding someone that called themselves his fighter would be something he would have to get used to. He still thought it would be odd standing back while the other fought for him, at least in some ways he could take the pain away. If only... Adriano couldn't help but start to laugh at the blackette's words and reaction to all this. It probably wasn't the best thing to do as he might of pissed off the other but the blonde didn't really care.
"Im not going to change any time soon, so you'll have to deal with my babysitting. As well as the fact that I'm not going anywhere whether I become 'boring' or not. Please do realize that you and I are like a pet and a master now. Hm... I'll need to think of another analogy but, its close enough. You aren't going to far away from me anymore even when you cause a ruckus I will be there to drag you back home. So accept your fate now cause its not going to change any time soon pup." he said.
With that the man stood up and with him he dragged the blackette up and out of the bed with him. "If you want out of here so bad we will go home. But, you will still be in bed for a few days at my place. So deal with it, at least you wont be stuck here." he said. Adriano hummed a little and held onto the blackette's arm to make sure he was able to stand on his own. "Tell me now pup.. can you walk or shall i carry you home?" he asked with the slightest of smirks on his face.
Notes: adrian your so cute like this Tags:@morgan Words: n/a
Your scent is the rum keeping me hopeless 'til I wake tomorrow
Will tonight ever make a difference?
Why was he even still here? It didn't seem logical. Morgan was hardly used to people who weren't his sister coming around. So that was strange. Plus he knew now she was dead and never coming back. So as if he'd even see her, he'd probably just hallucinate her ghost. Thinking his sister was still alive just didn't seem to work anymore. And he also had Adriano to deal with apparently, another thing he did not want or feel that he needed to deal with. Since it wasn't like he was the master, or no wait the person who he had to work for. Nope that was not going to happen. Morgan had no plans for that, he'd rather find something else to do, if that was even going to work this time. So far he didn't seem to get Adriano to listen to him entirely.
This whole situation might not have entirely improved. But he didn't care, so of course Morgan would find something else to focus on. At least for now. He tried to move his body a bit and it still hurt. He'd rather not end up getting sick honestly, or getting hurt worse. It was just already quite strange to him. Dealing with this whole thing pretty much. But at that moment he glanced over to his friend, well apparently his new friend. It pretty much didn't need to matter now did it? Why did his sister have to burn to death? He wanted to make sure she'd constantly be okay. But it didn't seem to happen. That girl was already long since gone it seemed.
Not like it mattered. Things had already happened, and escaping was not likely to happen. Nor would he bother to try it'd probably not end up doing any good. He just glanced around the room then relaxed again. For that moment his tears had ended, he felt better. At least Morgan didn't need to think that he'd be in danger anymore. Actually not often since well he had his own way of avoiding danger basically. Even with someone trying to protect him. He had his own ways to end up doing things regardless. He didn't know where to go with this. Morgan tried to relax, his eyes wanted to close. Sleep sounded so good at this point.
"Tch I'm not a pup! Jeez you annoy me!" He just rolled his eyes, he honestly wanted to get out of here and just go home. Trying to wrap his mind around his sister's demise was still weird.But he seemed to be handling it better then he had before anyway. "Tch fine and I can walk home! I don't need help." That was a total lie though, his legs were not strong enough. They already tried to go out about ten times. Which was not too shocking.Though of course he didn't like any of it. Why would he?
Morgan never asked people to help him and he was not about to start now either. What good would it do if he asked that? So they had to deal with that. Well by they he meant Adriano but who cared.
There was a hint of a challenge here. This wasn't something that the blonde had gone through often, in fact Adriano couldn't remember the last time he had to take care of someone. Let alone an adult that was around his age, so it would take some getting used to. The number was after all a higher up of the seven moons and had things to take care of without worrying about someone else. This was different though, as this blackette that was with him was not only a member of his organization he also shared a rather particular trait that was written on his body. Adrian couldn't believe that it had finally happened.
So many days wasted thinking about what it would be like would come to this. Come to him finding his partner by dragging him out of flaming building that nearly collapsed on them both. Damn.. he needed a cigarette, something that he had managed to not drag out in his stay here. Okay, entering the building he had, but he hadn't had one in quite some time. It was progress, but the smoking had become a habit for the Italian and it wasn't one that was going to be ending soon.
A smirk found itself upon his face as he heard the other speak back against him. Ah, this would be quite the fun experience wouldn't it? Adrian was always used to getting his way and being ready for anything that came at him. As a number this was a given as no one talked back to those that were more powerful than them. The blonde himself had quite a reputation as a fighter even though he was only a sacrifice. After all, he had gotten so high in the ranks without having a fighter so there had to be something special about him after all. "It seems I'm going to have to train you some then." he cooed somewhat.
He hoped he did annoy the other, this would be just as entertaining for him as it would be for the blackette. For now however, he would be content with giving the other a break seeing as what had just happened to him and almost losing his life. The blonde snorted a bit as the other said that he would walk home. He knew otherwise and the looks from the nurses gave him enough of a answer without having to even have the other test out the theory. A deep sigh escaped from his lips wishing the taste of smoke was slipping out.
With his strong arms, Adriano quickly slipped his arms under the other. "Just shut up for now and rest. There will be plenty of time to argue later. I saved your damn life, so it better stay alive and I don't need you getting sicker than you are now." he grumbled a bit to himself. A small smile formed though. "I will make you ask for my help eventually though... you can count on it." he replied with a small smirk as he started to leave the awful white walls of the hospital with his new ward in his strong...and for once..
protective arms.
Notes: adrian your so cute like this Tags:@morgan Words: n/a
