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A single gift gleamed beneath the brightening lights from the Christas tree in the living room. Wrapped in colorful wrapping paper and decorated with two large bows. Its owner climbed back onto his feet, with his arms crossed, in the hopes to get a better view. Eventually he simply shook his head, sighing however. He did not care anymore. His ears caught the sound of a door being opened, followed by approaching footsteps. His breathing stopped momentarily, but it returned to its regular rhythm once he recognized Mark's face. Both men nodded at each other uncomfortably - having no clear idea how they should behave in each other's pressence. -- A second gift was added to the one present at the time and accompanied it under the green colored Christmas tree's many branches. Sean could merely watch as Mark rose onto his feet, and dusting his pants in the process. Could that have been the gift Mark had chosen for him? A small feeling of childlike innocence sprang to life in the pit of his stomach, and he couldn't think of anything other than to greet the Korean man with a modest nod.
Mark had already stored his winter coat and scarf. As soon as he entered the livingroom again, he pulled the slender body of the Irishman against his own. "I went through hell and back in order to find the perfect gift for you. And I will sincerely pray to God himself that it will provide you with feelings of intense happiness, Jack." Yet .. Despite the loving way in which Mark had spoken these words, the use of the nickname 'Jack' cut through the thread that currently connected the both of them, like a razorsharp knife. Mark usually rarely made use of the name Jack, as he used to address his friend by his first name. It left Sean bubbling with a number of questions, which he eventually ousted and swallowed back down to the depths from whence they came. The answer would have to wait for a more appropriate moment to reveal itself.
Then without notice, Mark broke the embrace quite abruptly. He looked Sean in the eyes intensely for a moment, and pressed his lips together, averting his gaze when he did. "Thankfully, I got help from Jessica. I could never have done it without her." -- Upon hearing these words, Sean experienced a sudden stabbing feeling pierce through his tender heart. What else should he have expected? And all of this got to him, despite repeatedly telling himself not to carelessy rush into things.. And yet now he conceded the vane hits. He would have wanted nothing more than to run away, to leave the scene of the unsolicited murder, if only it would aid him in preventing further damage. A flood of repressed feelings and memories flashed through his mind, and this caused his tear ducts to produce an upcoming set of weak tears.
-- With a baggy sleeve he tried to rob them of their brief lives, despite the fact that some managed to move past the corners of his eyes, following the path down his stubbled cheeks, before crashing down and meeting an unfortunate death. As fast as his body allowed him to move, he was about to turn around and make a run for the staircase. But before he even got the chance to do so, a set of digits were curled around his wrist. Through the young river of tears running past his eyelids, Sean noticed how Mark had grabbed a hold on him, pulling him in, and locking his darker eyes with Sean's lighter ones. The Irishman could no longer comprehend the current set of events, so he pulled back out of the gentle touch, giving Mark one last look before running up the flight of stairs in a rapid pace. In a slow motion Mark's arm fell back along his side, eyelids lowered and through a set of thick eyelashes he stared at the carpet that was spread throughout the, now, empty living room.
Mark never took the effect a few simple words could have on a fragile person, into consideration. He should have shut up, and now more than ever, he was made aware of this. But on the other hand, the collection of question marks increased in size. He still, had no idea what was going on in his roommate's pained mind, and this worried him immensely
------
"Mark...?"
The door opened with extreme caution, giving a faint ray of light the chance to throw itself across the pitch-blackness of Mark's bedroom floor, in a thin line. Whilest groaning in discomfort of being awoken too abruptly, the Korean sqeezed his eyes to little slits, and casted a glance at the figure that had made its pressence known in the middle of the damn night. A patch of muddled green hair was the first thing he could focus on. Thus Mark immediately jolted up, to rub a hand through his tired eyes, and to pat the empty space on the bed next to him with the other hand. The Nightly Visitor got the hint and silently crept into the room, to take a seat on the edge of the bed. "Mark .. I just wanted to .."
Sean wasn't even able to finish his sentence, due to feeling Mark's lips on his own. The Irishman pulled back and held both hands over his mouth. The fact that the sleeves of his pajama blouse were too long and his hands were mostly covered by them, was somewhat adorable to Mark Fischbach. Smiling softly, he ran a hand through Seans tangled green hair. "Just shut up and lay down. I'm tired." -- With a flushed face and sparkling eyes, Sean crawled next to Mark under the covers. One of Mark's arms was thrown around his tiny waist, and thus he was pulled in for yet another warm embrace. Still blusing like a Japanse teenager in heat, Sean deciced to abandon all his uncertainties and insecurities. With a small smile on his lips, he snuggled against the muscular chest of the Asian-American man. Just for this one night .. He permitted himself to enjoy the love and attention...
He closed his eyes, with the knowledge that tonight there would be no need to toss and turn for hours on end.
Mark had already stored his winter coat and scarf. As soon as he entered the livingroom again, he pulled the slender body of the Irishman against his own. "I went through hell and back in order to find the perfect gift for you. And I will sincerely pray to God himself that it will provide you with feelings of intense happiness, Jack." Yet .. Despite the loving way in which Mark had spoken these words, the use of the nickname 'Jack' cut through the thread that currently connected the both of them, like a razorsharp knife. Mark usually rarely made use of the name Jack, as he used to address his friend by his first name. It left Sean bubbling with a number of questions, which he eventually ousted and swallowed back down to the depths from whence they came. The answer would have to wait for a more appropriate moment to reveal itself.
Then without notice, Mark broke the embrace quite abruptly. He looked Sean in the eyes intensely for a moment, and pressed his lips together, averting his gaze when he did. "Thankfully, I got help from Jessica. I could never have done it without her." -- Upon hearing these words, Sean experienced a sudden stabbing feeling pierce through his tender heart. What else should he have expected? And all of this got to him, despite repeatedly telling himself not to carelessy rush into things.. And yet now he conceded the vane hits. He would have wanted nothing more than to run away, to leave the scene of the unsolicited murder, if only it would aid him in preventing further damage. A flood of repressed feelings and memories flashed through his mind, and this caused his tear ducts to produce an upcoming set of weak tears.
-- With a baggy sleeve he tried to rob them of their brief lives, despite the fact that some managed to move past the corners of his eyes, following the path down his stubbled cheeks, before crashing down and meeting an unfortunate death. As fast as his body allowed him to move, he was about to turn around and make a run for the staircase. But before he even got the chance to do so, a set of digits were curled around his wrist. Through the young river of tears running past his eyelids, Sean noticed how Mark had grabbed a hold on him, pulling him in, and locking his darker eyes with Sean's lighter ones. The Irishman could no longer comprehend the current set of events, so he pulled back out of the gentle touch, giving Mark one last look before running up the flight of stairs in a rapid pace. In a slow motion Mark's arm fell back along his side, eyelids lowered and through a set of thick eyelashes he stared at the carpet that was spread throughout the, now, empty living room.
Mark never took the effect a few simple words could have on a fragile person, into consideration. He should have shut up, and now more than ever, he was made aware of this. But on the other hand, the collection of question marks increased in size. He still, had no idea what was going on in his roommate's pained mind, and this worried him immensely
------
"Mark...?"
The door opened with extreme caution, giving a faint ray of light the chance to throw itself across the pitch-blackness of Mark's bedroom floor, in a thin line. Whilest groaning in discomfort of being awoken too abruptly, the Korean sqeezed his eyes to little slits, and casted a glance at the figure that had made its pressence known in the middle of the damn night. A patch of muddled green hair was the first thing he could focus on. Thus Mark immediately jolted up, to rub a hand through his tired eyes, and to pat the empty space on the bed next to him with the other hand. The Nightly Visitor got the hint and silently crept into the room, to take a seat on the edge of the bed. "Mark .. I just wanted to .."
Sean wasn't even able to finish his sentence, due to feeling Mark's lips on his own. The Irishman pulled back and held both hands over his mouth. The fact that the sleeves of his pajama blouse were too long and his hands were mostly covered by them, was somewhat adorable to Mark Fischbach. Smiling softly, he ran a hand through Seans tangled green hair. "Just shut up and lay down. I'm tired." -- With a flushed face and sparkling eyes, Sean crawled next to Mark under the covers. One of Mark's arms was thrown around his tiny waist, and thus he was pulled in for yet another warm embrace. Still blusing like a Japanse teenager in heat, Sean deciced to abandon all his uncertainties and insecurities. With a small smile on his lips, he snuggled against the muscular chest of the Asian-American man. Just for this one night .. He permitted himself to enjoy the love and attention...
He closed his eyes, with the knowledge that tonight there would be no need to toss and turn for hours on end.
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There we go, part 21. |||| I know it's a bit short, but throw me a bone every one in a while, its 5 in the morning..
Anyway, are you guys happy now? They kissed -- Little baby steps! They'll get there eventually!
Isn't Mark just a sweety? So patient, caring .. Mark be mine maybe?
-- The part is a bit A lot, IK :c off schedule, because It's not really 3PM now is it ..
It's 5am for crying out loud, normal people are sleeping now, but not me .. No for some strange unknown reason, I'm still wide awake.
SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY !
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The amazing cover art is by a person named warmOcandy, I wasn't able to find a DA account for this person,
but either way, ~ All credit goes to them!
__________________________________________
Thank you so much for reading, leaving comments & even clicking that 'favorite' button! ~ It helps me out more than you might think!
Part 22 - meadonroe.deviantart.com/art/Y…
Anyway, are you guys happy now? They kissed -- Little baby steps! They'll get there eventually!
Isn't Mark just a sweety? So patient, caring .. Mark be mine maybe?
-- The part is a bit A lot, IK :c off schedule, because It's not really 3PM now is it ..
It's 5am for crying out loud, normal people are sleeping now, but not me .. No for some strange unknown reason, I'm still wide awake.
SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY !
__________________________________________
The amazing cover art is by a person named warmOcandy, I wasn't able to find a DA account for this person,
but either way, ~ All credit goes to them!
__________________________________________
Thank you so much for reading, leaving comments & even clicking that 'favorite' button! ~ It helps me out more than you might think!
Part 22 - meadonroe.deviantart.com/art/Y…
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I clicked at first I wondered if it was a mistake but nope I love this series.