Merlin ♟ Liam Gallagher (merlyn) wrote in mythopoeics, @ 2012-07-18 23:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | !mini-log, !zurvan, merlin, morpheus |
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Morpheus’ days came in and out of being busy and not-busy (and he can’t say he could complain) but most of them more or less usually ended with Merlin. He was, and he wouldn’t be fond of admitting it, generally a little happier. He still worried about and over-thought his cousin’s situation and maybe that was part of the reason why he stuck around Merlin — if anybody could understand, it would be the chancellor, though Morpheus had a certain distaste on talking about it. That, or it was just because Merlin was Merlin.
The ambassador shifted on the bed and sat up, craning his neck to look at Merlin. He nudged him with his foot to get his attention. Morpheus took a minute to catch up with his thoughts before he said, “Can we talk about — you know,” and he tilted his head to indicate what he actually meant. He straightened his back and frowned slightly, “I need to tell you something, you probably want to know.”
Merlin was always so lazy after rolling about in bed, he enjoyed it thoroughly, and he made sure Morpheus enjoyed it because it was fun. He liked making the other man happy - he liked breaking the defences Morpheus had and crawling between the cracks in those walls. Merlin had no shame.
He looked up from where he was- lying on his stomach and twisted, the sheets tangled around his waist. "Talk about our respective siblings?" He cracked a wry smile, Morph didn't talk much but Merlin had certainly inferred how much he cared about Sigyn.
"What did they do now?"
Morpheus twisted around so he could face Merlin, his legs bent and crossed while his elbow propped on his knee so he could rest his head on his palm. He looked at Merlin with a certain fondness now, completely unintentional and unaware and entirely private, even if the other man was being a complete pain in the ass, and he didn’t know how to explain it.
“I spoke to Sigyn recently,” he started before he paused and let his teeth worry his bottom lip. Then he said, his voice even, like he was stating a fact, and mostly devoid of emotion, “She and Heimdall are married now.” Morpheus monitored Merlin’s expression carefully. He himself wasn’t sure how to react — married meant a lot of things to Morpheus nowadays.
Merlin raised his eyebrows, but he didn't look that surprised. He was however, silenced by that, "Oh. Well." He moved to sit up, his hand creeping along Morpheus' back, to cup the back of his head in an affectionate gesture. No way was he going to interrupt the other's fond look. Nope, he was going to enjoy it.
"Are we that surprised about it? Now we're related." He chuckled, "My brother -" Merlin began carefully, "My brother isn't a bad man, he wouldn't have taken and just... made a whore out of your cousin." His fingers played with a lock of curly hair, "I think they do... love each other." Why else risk everything like that.
Merlin didn't want to see them die but...
Morpheus rolled his eyes because he expected Merlin to point that out, but he hung his head and let Merlin play with his hair even though he winced slightly — that was what his home region probably thought of a Sigyn now. He stayed silent and didn’t affirm because Heimdall was a man that he didn’t know, he was only a man that Sigyn apparently loved.
He reached a hand up to his neck to cover Merlin’s when he looked up again. “I thought that was the whole point of getting married, settling down, but they’re probably just moving from one place to the next,” he said, frowning slightly. “I’m not surprised, I’m just…” he trailed off, failing to find the right words, his frown deepening.
"Just what?" Merlin paused, not moving closer nor wanting to distract Morpheus from his train of thoughts. Despite being a douchecanoe, Merlin did want to hear Morph's thoughts and opinions and tried...well he tried the best he could being what he was.
"I don't deny that what they did was wrong, running off like that." He shrugged, "But they haven't...done anything worthy of death." That was his thoughts on it, "But, of course, I'm of a different viewpoint than the rest of your region."