––X. MORRIS.
breathe in. a smile he’s in love nothing can change finds its way upon this and the doubt disappears his face and nothing from his mind, or almost, what could change this, if, after all, something were to nothing could ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, take this moment away. (?) he’s smiling and he never smiles. he’s smiling and he’s happy it’s quite funny, how strange this feels to him. as it he just wasn’t cut to be happy. only to hurt. yet here is this smile. and the relief in a sigh, breathed against lips too soft, he is there, right where he b e l o n g s, right where he is L O V E D
and he is calm, but his heart beats too quickly. his moves are quick too, when he sinks to his knees. hands on Oscar’s hips. kisses could never be enough, nothing could ever be enough to show him the place he took in morris’ heart. all of it. a part of him and maybe m o r e brother they’re brothers his lips meet skin, his and morris only adores lover’s, just a button of him. and the way he looks his shirt undone, right up there, the words he feels, above his belt and there so deep inside him, echoing is the truth there is passion through his bones before simply burning through him, and reflecting in his eyes oh, just his fingers shake and it’s before he says them. they could how they work. Oscar be chaste these words. they are, guides him a second and hidden behind a childish smile. he’s already getting ready for a hand finds the fallen blanket more, giving more, to maybe yet his stare seems fixed on one day be able to make him Oscar. some shining star in happy. let him see he’s the only the sky. his hope. a need, a want, some more, and the One he desires. and, oh so simply, oh so perfectly, the words fall. truth. truth as it is.
❝ i love you. ❞
❝ morris –– –– we can't –– –– not now. ❞
oscar rolls his eyes, a chuckle passing through his lips. as much as he would love to, they couldn't. they both had a job to do, and they've already spent too much time away. there was no doubt in his mind that wiesel was back at the distribution center, waiting for oscar and his brother to return as well.
with reluctance, he grabs his brother's collar to pull him to his feet. yes, it was a bit difficult to pull a giant to his feet, but by now oscar was used to it.
❝ 'sides . . i'se sick. i ain't in any mood for this anyways. ❞
his body aches. maybe it was because of all the shivering he's been doing, or maybe it was because of the 'conversation' he and his father had last night . . . let's just pretend it was his constant shaking. it was a much more pleasant thought than the latter. the boy covers his face as he sneezes, taking the time to find his jacket. what was left of a jacket. the thing was so old, holes where everywhere. at least oscar had sleeves he could roll down.
better than nothing.
❝ c'mon morris we gotta go! have you seen my scarf ?? ❞
