Colourful black

thewaywarddemonchild:

emptynarration:

“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:

emptynarration:

“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

emptynarration:

“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.

Colourful black

emptynarration:

“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.

Flowers of your pain

dxrkmirxge:

emptynarration:

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.

“Just wanted to make sure you’re here.”, Markus mumbled. He nuzzled into Daniel’s chest, wrapping his arms around him again. He felt warmest, and safest, wrapped around Daniel. Chest to chest, resting his head on the other’s shoulder, arms and legs wrapped around Daniel.

“I’m older than you.”, he mumbled after a while. He just wanted to talk about something, anything not terrible.

„You Are? How old are you darling?“ he asked softly and rubbed his back softly.

“Twenty two.”, Markus replied, voice quiet. He didn’t think three years was too big of a difference. He was aware he looked rather young, especially since he was so small in comparison to most men. But he didn’t much care.

It only bothered him more how early his abuse had begone, really. And for how long he was suffering from the caused depression.

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.

“Just wanted to make sure you’re here.”, Markus mumbled. He nuzzled into Daniel’s chest, wrapping his arms around him again. He felt warmest, and safest, wrapped around Daniel. Chest to chest, resting his head on the other’s shoulder, arms and legs wrapped around Daniel.

“I’m older than you.”, he mumbled after a while. He just wanted to talk about something, anything not terrible.

Flowers of your pain

dxrkmirxge:

emptynarration:

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 eventually fell asleep again. Emotions were tiring, especially a breakdown like that was back. Maybe he’d manage to properly sleep for now at the very least, and get some rest. Maybe it would help him feel better.

He was just glad he actually felt safe around Daniel, or at least enough to sleep. Normally insomnia kept him awake, but with how he was exhausting himself, it was no wonder he slept.

Daniel made sure to stay still while Markus slept and held him close to his chest to warm him a bit. He needed to watch over him, no matter what Markus told him. It was way worse than he had expected it to be.

Markus slept for an hour or two, before he woke up again. He finally felt better, not great, but definitely better. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, sniffing and rubbing his nose again as well.

“Daniel?..”, he asked quietly, hoping he was still there with 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 eventually fell asleep again. Emotions were tiring, especially a breakdown like that was back. Maybe he’d manage to properly sleep for now at the very least, and get some rest. Maybe it would help him feel better.

He was just glad he actually felt safe around Daniel, or at least enough to sleep. Normally insomnia kept him awake, but with how he was exhausting himself, it was no wonder he slept.