LORE DROP ABT MOREY. HES SO CUTE AND THE ART IS SO NICE, SO I WANNA KNOE ABT HIM!
Ahhh, uhhh i did not expect anyone to actually ask that- ∑(°口°๑)
If im honest i was gonna rewrite his story, but imma tell it anyways.. my friend definetly didn´t force my anxious ass to stop avoiding this.
This is about his backstory (school life and home life briefly) let me know if you wanna know more, feel free to ask more questions or drawing requests!! I'll gladly answe them
Before the Island Morey was just a silly boy who lived in a comfortable house not overly wealthy like the other boys at the academy but cozy.
Morey's family has its flaws that did not bleed through to show its dark sides, After all his father has an image to hold. His mother adored him and his little sister unconditionally to her. He was her sweet boy, who was always good to his sister and the family dog.
She did many things for him, even if they were small or big they were always too thoughtful for a woman like her who often forgot things. Deep cleaning his uniforms, she even sent packages to school with homemade sweets he often secretly shared with the other boys. Embroidered handkerchiefs and letters full of love and approval. And many more..
OH how Morey adored his little sister, she always saw her as her hero. The one who would always sneak her sweets when mom wasn't looking, making up a dramatic story to the little girl like he had just fought off a dragon. He worships her even if he rarely sees her outside of the holidays. He'd drop studying everytime just to play with her no matter how much his dad hated tardiness. He even learned to braid wild flowers into her hair and make flower crowns just to make her smile. But every time she clung to his legs he knew the scolding was worth it.
His Father is a whole different story, he was a hard working Naval Officer, strict, proud, disciplined and devotedly Catholic. A man who expected obedience above all else.
A man who said things like "Boys don´t cry" or "You must respect authority"
Oh hell he expected perfection, grades high enough to be flawless but not showy, behaviour flawless, say grace loudly each night before food begins and sleep. If Morey ever messed up? If church attendance Wavered.. Lectures until tears came. If grades slipped or he messed up any other way? oh the silent treatment was hell longer and far more harmful than how yelling could've ever hurt Morey.
Mom would always end up slipping him extra biscuits when her husband wasn´t looking, small acts of rebellion here and there.
The worst part: Nobody questioned whether "good" really meant kind at home.
The Choir and School life
Morey grew up attending a strict Catholic all-boys school in England—one of those grand, stone buildings with stained-glass windows and hushed halls. He was a part of the choir, singing soprano alongside Simon and under Jack’s sharp-eyed leadership. Choir practice meant early mornings before classes, memorizing Latin hymns by heart, and learning to harmonize without missing a single note, which was hard for him his form never perfect but supported by Simon and the other's.
Discipline was drilled into them by stern nuns or priests who valued perfection over joy.
Morey loved it anyway why? because music felt like prayer, because singing made him feel close to God, because for an hour each day, he wasn’t just "the boy from math class" who sometimes hung out with Jack and the other boys—he was part of something beautiful.
But school wasn't all hymns and harmony: there were uniforms pressed too tight on Sundays after Mass detention for whispering during sermons, teasing from bigger boys when no teachers were looking. And despite being one of the younger choir members (second only to Robert), He wasn't just any of the choir boys, he was Simon's counterpart. The one voice to harmonize perfectly with Simon's soft soprano.
Simon and Morey had a unspoken understanding between boys who knew their father's weren't warm men..
Unsuprising to everyone Morey was the most close to Robert they were technically attached at the hip. Bestfriends
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