Merlin ♟ Liam Gallagher (merlyn) wrote in mythologs, @ 2012-05-03 01:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | !event #019, merlin, morpheus |
[closed/complete]
Characters: Morpheus [morphly] & Merlin [merlyn]
Date/Time: After this.
Location: Their apartment.
Rating: PG.
Warnings: None. Unless you count Morpheus being grumpy.
Summary: Morpheus won't go to sleep, Merlin is hungover. They're the worst roommates ever.
Morpheus thought he made things loud and clear on why he was all of a sudden upset and moody and acting slightly miserable around the house. So okay, he wouldn't ever admit it, but maybe he was a little bit more possessive then he originally thought and had jealous tendencies toward Liam but he figured the other man would be used to it be able to figure it all out right now. Pants fucking pants, Morpheus kept remembering angrily. But he was actually really tired and he fought against sleep whenever he made it to his bed. But instead he was sitting it his desk, reading through Charles Dickens for another dozen times.
Merlin was thoroughly confused, he understood that Morpheus was bothered but to his mind he hadn't done anything wrong. Drinking and rolling around the city at times wasn't unusual for Merlin. Nor was his teasing about maid outfits and other things. In fact, Merlin swore that most of the time Morpheus enjoyed such little teasings. He could swear there were dimples and flashes of a smile.
So his mood swing was totally random to Merlin's perception. However, he had not been joking about knowing Morpheus wouldn't sleep. Instead he rapped on the door and threw it open with a little flourish. "Aha, see? I knew you wouldn't sleep."
In reaction, Morpheus looked over his shoulder to see Merlin come in. but he only rolled his eyes at his entrance. It only irritated Morpheus that he was completely clueless and that the reason for his total change in atmosphere completely escaped him. But it sunk low into him - if Merlin didn't get him, then who else would?
"Guilty as charged, now you can leave me alone," he muttered grumpily, loud enough for Merlin to hear as he went back to his book, though he didn't really start reading.
Frankly, Merlin probably didn't get it because it wasn't like people (other people) registered on his rader in that way. Instead he smiled warmly at Morpheus, "I'm not leaving. My head is killing me and we both need to sleep. So why don't we get to it?" He padded with ease towards the other.
"Dickens again?" He tried to pry the book gently away from Morpheus.
As much as Morpheus always tended to resist all of Merlin's frequent attempts to get him to sleep, he liked that he never really stopped trying. He needed that - he needed somebody not to give up or get tired of him, and it was probably just the fact that they've known each other for so long that Merlin hadn't gone away yet.
Ty made an annoyed sound and batted Merlin's hands away, but he closed the book and kept it under his arms. Under the light of his desk, he did look extremely tired. "He's good company," he argued, though he'd complained to Liam before how his long sentences tended to make him sleepy.
Morpheus was a challenge, and Merlin always enjoyed a challenge- taking care of him was a pain in the neck, but for all his bitching Merlin enjoyed it. Besides they had known each other since they were fifteen, it was normal now. So rather than arguing, Merlin gave a small laugh, placing his hands on Morpheus' shoulder and spinning him to face him fully. "Come on now, grumpypants. To bed. Or i'll sit here and bitch about my horrible hangover."
He probably wouldn't, he'd pass out starfish-like on the bed but... well.
Sure, Morpheus was going to be a bitch about sleeping, but he knew what a horrible hangover felt like and he had been complaining about it since he woke up. Morpheus didn't exactly want to be the one to condemn his best friend to that, so he reluctantly got up, planning on letting Merlin fall asleep so he could just get up again. It was childish, sure, that a part of him was keeping him up just to spite Merlin, but it was something that was hard to stop.
He took a place on his bed sitting up, refusing to actually lie down because the tired in his body might actually catch up to him.
Oh no, Merlin was not going to fall for that one. So instead he took the easy way out and pushed Morpheus back onto the bed, before sprawling out like a giant starfish on top of his best friend. All of this was happening while he cackled madly with triumphant glee. "You got to stop trying to spite me by not sleeping, you douchebag." But his words lacked any heat to them.
Oh good god, laying down felt so good with his hangover, Merlin shut his eyes immediately. He groped around with a hand to turn off the lamp on the nightstand, knocking over a few things in the process. "Whoops. I'll pick those things in the morning."
The immediate reaction was to frown, and frown Morpheus did, but when he fully got pushed down on the bed, he felt a little boneless and helpless and just tired, and undeniably a little glad and slightly pleased that Merlin had come to this method. Basically he was a whole tangle and bundle of things, but it was comfortable albeit not the most ideal position. At least it was Merlin.
"You're going to give me a back ache in the morning," he muttered grumpily, turning his head in an attempt to face Merlin when he talked, but their heads only ended up touching. He sighed, sounding defeated, "Just go to sleep."
Merlin laughed quietly, "I'll move a little in a while, once I'm sure you won't try to escape." He rubbed his head against the pillow and shoulder of Morpheus, "God, you make me take such extreme measures to get you to sleep." But he didn't sound annoyed at all, "Between you and my old man, an early grave awaits me. Forget what that wanker Mordred wants to do to me, it'll be one of you guys who puts me six-feet-under."
The thought was amusing to the madman. Then again, it was part of the being crazy which allowed him to find most things funny. Even babies drowning in the sea in May.