.ೃ࿐ Seer Obscura X Morgan Kyne *ೃ༄
⋆˚࿔ Non specified listener gender | Word Count: 494 ⋆˚࿔
Dahlia was always beautiful, but when the rain fell at night, it became something else—something softer, almost magical. The streets glistened under the dim glow of streetlights, puddles reflecting tiny fragments of the city’s soul. The California breeze carried the fresh scent of wet earth, mingling with the distant hum of waves crashing against the shore. Everything slowed down, wrapped in the gentle lull of falling raindrops.
From The Obscura’s (Morgans Listener) glass balconys smudged sliding door, Morgan watched as the mist curled over rooftops, the world hushed and dreamlike. The rain softened the city’s edges, turning hurried footsteps into quiet reflections and lonely streets into intimate moments. The night belonged to the storm, and in its quiet embrace, Morgan and his Lover felt at peace.
The apartment smelled of fresh coffee and cheap leather, the scent curling between stacks of worn books and a flickering candlelight. Morgan sank into the quiet, listening to the rain tap softly against the window, time stretching and slowing in midnight’s embrace.
Morgan sank into the fresh leather, the scent still sharp in the air as he breathed deeply, letting the quiet settle around them. Obscura lay across his lap, unmoving, their thoughts lost in the lull of exhaustion. The silence wasn’t empty—it was earned. For once, the world wasn’t pulling at them, demanding their attention, their energy, their endless, restless minds. Whether it was their bodies that needed the stillness or just the weight of their thoughts, it hardly mattered. Right now, the quiet was enough.
Morgan let his fingers brush absently through Obscura’s hair, tracing slow patterns as the quiet stretched between them. With a softness almost instinctive, he bent down, pressing a gentle kiss to their forehead—a silent offering, a wordless confession. Obscura didn’t stir, but the corners of their lips curved just slightly, as if acknowledging the moment without needing to open their eyes. The hush of the night held them close, wrapping them in its calm, the world outside feeling impossibly far away.
“I love you, Sweetheart.” Morgan reminds his lover, cringing at the new territory that was…the trial and error of impossible petnames.
“I love you too,” Obscura chuckles, “But that one’s a no.”
Morgan sighs in response, though, a smile on his blush-brushed face. “That’s another one off the list, then.”
Morgan let his head sink into the couch, eyes drifting shut as he surrendered to the storm’s quiet symphony. Raindrops played their soft melody against the windowpane, their rhythm steady, calming. As he listened, his mind wandered—sifting through every pet name he could think of. Angel felt..too grand, too weighty. And Babe didn’t quite fit, too ordinary. What about Sweetie? No, that one was sorta…creepy..?
None of them felt right. None of them belonged to them the way he wanted.
…
Well.
“My…Song?” Morgan asks, raising an eyebrow and hoping for the best. It fit, it did. It was poetic—Nostalgic. It felt too fitting if anything.
They giggle, “…pffft.”
Damnnit.
ty for reading <3 I tried my hardest ! ^.^
