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Draw on me

secretaryofstrength:

emptynarration:

It took a while before Markus was told of the reply, but he smiled at the question.
“Yes!”, he wrote back. He couldn’t write too well with his right hand, especially now that he was blind. He could write cursive somewhat well with his right hand though.

Agnes hummed softly. She hoped that he didn’t have any gag mugs or anything, she would be spilling a lot. She tapped the marker against the desk for a bit.

“I’m going to be travelling tomorrow, we might be able to talk during the flight.” She smiles softly. Reunited with her boss and heading to America to try and find her soulmate, it was a busy day.

“Is it a long trip?”, Markus replied once he was able to, curious. Their breakfast was small, as neither of the brothers usually ate a lot. And Markus was slightly distracted from eating as well, writing with Agnes.

Draw on me

secretaryofstrength:

emptynarration:

Markus needed a while to reply, mostly since he had to get out of bed and get changed, before he could join Arthur in the kitchen again, and he could tell him about her reply.

“Okay as always.”, he wrote back. “Do you work at night?”, he wondered.

“Only until tomorrow.” Agnes hums softly. She got back to work for a bit, then checked for any messages. She was a bit anxious about attentiveness. She wanted to make sure she was there for him.

If she found him, and he wanted to go back with her, she could pay for both him and his brother with the overtime pay she’s getting from this.

Markus hummed lightly. So after tomorrow she wouldn’t be working the nights anymore. He wondered at what time they’d be able to talk then.

He began doodling on his hand as Arthur made food, glad he got to write and draw on his right arm again instead of the left. He felt better writing with her himself. But since she was working, he didn’t want to distract her too much, so doodling it was.

Colourful black

thewaywarddemonchild:

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“I.. I just have to trust the person if they say it’s colourful.”, Markus mumbled, looking away and to the lake again.
“I try to take a picture of it and send it to my brother though. I can trust him to tell me.”, he muttered quietly. He just wasn’t always able to right away. When he got stuck in an abusive relationship, it was hard to just be on his phone without being controlled.

“I haven’t met them yet, so I don’t know how it would feel… just.. hopefully good.”:

She stayed there for nearly an hour longer before leaving to get some lunch. Thiugh she couldn’t help but think of Markus.

Markus spend half an hour more walking around the park, before his phone rang. He sat down to talk with his brother, happy he called a little earlier than usual. Fifteen minutes later he continued walking and making his way to the exit of the park. Being on the phone meant he heard his surroundings a little less, though he usually wasn’t bothered by it.

Colourful black

thewaywarddemonchild:

emptynarration:

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“I.. I just have to trust the person if they say it’s colourful.”, Markus mumbled, looking away and to the lake again.
“I try to take a picture of it and send it to my brother though. I can trust him to tell me.”, he muttered quietly. He just wasn’t always able to right away. When he got stuck in an abusive relationship, it was hard to just be on his phone without being controlled.

“I haven’t met them yet, so I don’t know how it would feel… just.. hopefully good.”:

Markus hummed, but stayed quiet otherwise. He didn’t really have anything more to say.

He stood up after a while, picking up his cane and pulling it out, so he could easily tap the ground. He wasn’t sure if he should say goodbye or not though. Or if she maybe would want to leave too? He wasn’t sure.

She looked to him, “If you’re leaving then have a good rest of your day Markus. I’m probably just gunna stay here a bit longer and enjoy this.” She smiled before closing her eyes once more.

“Ah. Yes, thank you. You too, Jasmine.”, Markus replied, smiling lightly at her. Maybe he’d walk around the park a bit more before he would leave. His brother had said he wanted to call today too, so he expected that. Rather in the evening than the afternoon, but still.

He made his way away from the lake then, cane tapping on the ground. He knew where the path was, and once he noticed he reached it, could easily follow it.

Flowers of your pain

emptynarration:

“You’ll get sick of me.. everyone does..”, Markus mumbled, sniffing. He didn’t like it, he didn’t like himself, and he really believed no one would ever really stay with him and love him. If only because they got annoyed by his depression.

“Can I leave out the bad things for now?”, Markus asked quietly in return. He didn’t want to talk about the things that were hurting him to this day. He’d rather tell Daniel about other things about him.

Flowers of your pain

emptynarration:

“You’ll get sick of me.. everyone does..”, Markus mumbled, sniffing. He didn’t like it, he didn’t like himself, and he really believed no one would ever really stay with him and love him. If only because they got annoyed by his depression.

Markus blushed as well, hiding his face in Daniel’s neck. The other must hurt his neck some time with always having to turn his head to kiss his forehead like that, while Markus was leaning his head on his shoulder.

He was glad Daniel didn’t though -kiss his lips so much-, mostly because he still wasn’t too sure about everything. Though he was glad that Daniel was so considerate, and respected his wants. So far he had at least.

Draw on me

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“I love kids.”, Markus wrote back with a small smile. He really liked them, and he had had a lot of fun being in a kindergarten and helping them, teaching them. He even had been in a pre-school for some time, though he preferred the kindergarten.

“Isn’t it morning for you by now?”, he asked then. It was evening for them after all, and adding fourteen hours to that..

Due to Markus and Arthur being early risers, waking before the sun rose, Markus was just laying in bed when Agnes woke up again to go work. He didn’t know how long the message had been on his arm, when Arthur came to get him out of bed and saw it.

“Good night.”, he wrote and added a small smiling face to it. If they were right to where she was, and with her guess of the time difference, her eleven in the evening would be their seven in the morning.