Jan 20, 2017
"Oh.. right. Wait Moritz, that's the entire assignment! You haven't started yet?"
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"Oh.. right. Wait Moritz, that's the entire assignment! You haven't started yet?"
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His eyes read help but it was difficult without trying to speak a word. It was the matter of getting caught that he didn't want to face. He circled the equation that he needed help with the steps on before he showed it to the other.
Oh that was a rather pleading look. Desperate actually. A small sigh escaped past Melchior’s lips and he leaned further back to take a better look at the equation. A quick glance back to the front of the classroom told him time wasn’t on their side. He wouldn’t be at liberty to walk Moritz through the steps on the way to getting the correct answer.
Quickly he snatched the sheet from the other. Hoping it would set his friend on the right way he scribbled two quick lines.
Hold part between () seperate -- b x2
Then a harsh clearing of the throat sounded from the front of the room.
Moritz was waiting by Melchior's favorite spot; under the tree that was close to the river. Before the accident, Melchior said that if anything was to happen he would meet him there; even though he wasn't a believer of God or Heaven, he made a promise that he would be with Moritz as a spirit like him. But he wasn't there; of course he wasn't, he didn't go the same way Moritz did "MELCHI!" He screamed to the empty air around him, hoping the ghost of his best friend would appear but no one came
My muse is dead. Tell me how yours is dealing with it.
It was…white?
White, a bit cold, but fresh and light. No longer weighted down by a failing body, lungs didn’t have to struggle for air anymore neither did it feel like pumping blood through his veins was a task for his heart now.
So, I was wrong, Melchior thought. And for once he didn’t mind so much.
But what now? What was the purpose of a place, a state like this, for him if he- MELCHI!
It pierced through the white and through the fog. Of course! Melchior smiled, like he hadn’t in a very long time. Slowly but surely, he tracked down the source. He knew where to look, now it was simply a matter of getting there.
“I’m coming, I’m coming..!” He greeted the small figure near the foot of the tree, a warm laugh in his voice. “My dear friend, you really never changed. So impatient. Give an old soul some time, would you?”
He reached out, warmth flooding through. “Your wait is over. Come on, walk with me. You didn’t think I’d let you be left behind, right, Moritz?”
∞ + Melchi/Mori of course
send me ∞ + a ship and i’ll tell you…
who’s more into cars? Melchior
who’s traveled more? They’ve traveled a lot together. It’s pretty even.
who swears more often? Melchior
who believes in ghosts? …We don’t talk about this ever
who would plant a garden in the backyard? Moritz! Melchior would be curious and enthusiastic about it at first, but grow bored at the routine. Mortiz like watching the little plants grow.
who would paint the walls in the living room an obnoxious color without asking the other? …Melchior
who owns more shoes? Moritz
who takes up most of the counter space in the bathroom? Melchior by a long shot
who’s the big spoon? It switches, but usually Melchior
who has the kinkier fetish? (bonus points: what is the fetish?) Oh don’t make that into a competition
who forces the other to recycle? They both stick to it most of the time.
who always leaves their dishes in the sink? who ends up cleaning them? Moritz sometimes cleans them when he can’t sleep. Melchior has the best intentions, but never thinks of it when he actually has the opportunity to take care of them.
who would be more likely to cook the other a romantic surprise meal? Moritz
who’s more likely to come home with a romantic gift just because? Melchior
who’s parents are more controlling? M-O-R-I-T-Z
who was more popular in high school? Melchior, the charismatic radical.
who is more frugal? Moritz. though he buys things more often, Melchior has a more expensive taste (which he will deny btw)
And here we have Moritz wide awake at some ungodly hour in the morning as he gently and slowly plays with Melchior's hair, hoping the other won't wake up.
With most of Melchior’s senses lost in dreamland, he hardly seemed to notice the fingers that twirled with his curls. He murmured something against his pillow, followed by a sigh, before Melchior shifted into the touch ever so slightly.
And here we have Moritz who is suddenly clinging with a vice-like grip against Melchior as he sleeps.
Melchior really wasn’t the lightest of sleepers and normally, one had to go through a bit more trouble to rouse him from his sleep. But once he realized something was practically keeping him from shifting like he wanted to, Melchior woke up. Or at least he groaned softly and mumbled something into his pillow.
Moritz heard the pebbles being hit softly at the window but it was a risk to open it after his father was in the 'you are no longer allowed to be with the Gabor boy until I change my mind' mood (again). He wanted to see his friend so double checking, he cracked the window a bit "Melchi, shush; my father is going to hear you."
When the window opened Melchior already had another stone pulled back in his slingshot. Out of surprise he released. It was more luck than skill that the pebble hit the wall instead of the glass, but still Melchior prided himself on avoiding his friend’s head.
“Well then we should go somewhere where he can’t hear us!” The boy tried to shout up quietly, hoping it was loud enough for Moritz to hear, but not too loud either. In a somewhat softer tone he continued: “He didn’t really say you couldn’t go out, did he? Just that I am not allowed back in. There’s a difference, you know.”
"Are you sure you’re feeling well?"
SICKNESS/ILLNESS/INJURY STARTER MEMES - SEND ME ONE, SEE HOW MY MUSE REACTS.
“Honestly, Moritz, I’ll be fine. Wipe that worried look off of your face, will you?”
Moritz had really sounded very concerned though. Which of course prompted Melchior to try and laugh it off, but it only resulted in a harsh coughing fit. With his head hanging forward and his skin pale and clammy the younger teen didn’t look well at all. No, Melchior felt absolutely miserable.