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––X. MORRIS.
breathe in. a smile he’s in love nothing can change
finds its way upon this and the doubt disappears
his face and nothing from his mind, or almost, what
could change this, if, after all, something were to
nothing could ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, take this moment away. (?)
he’s smiling and he never smiles. he’s smiling and he’s happy
it’s quite funny, how strange this feels to him. as it he just
wasn’t cut to be happy. only to hurt. yet here is this smile. and
the relief in a sigh, breathed against lips too soft, he is there,
right where he b e l o n g s, right where he is L O V E D
and he is calm, but his heart beats too quickly.
his moves are quick too, when he sinks to
his knees. hands on Oscar’s hips. kisses
could never be enough, nothing could ever
be enough to show him the place he took in
morris’ heart. all of it. a part of him and maybe
m o r e
brother they’re brothers his lips meet skin, his
and morris only adores lover’s, just a button of
him. and the way he looks his shirt undone, right
up there, the words he feels, above his belt and there
so deep inside him, echoing is the truth there is passion
through his bones before simply burning through him, and
reflecting in his eyes oh, just his fingers shake and it’s
before he says them. they could how they work. Oscar
be chaste these words. they are, guides him a second and
hidden behind a childish smile. he’s already getting ready for
a hand finds the fallen blanket more, giving more, to maybe
yet his stare seems fixed on one day be able to make him
Oscar. some shining star in happy. let him see he’s the only
the sky. his hope. a need, a want, some more, and the One he desires.
and, oh so simply, oh so perfectly, the words fall.
truth. truth as it is.
❝ i love you. ❞
❝ morris –– –– we can't –– –– not now. ❞
oscar rolls his eyes, a chuckle passing through his
lips. as much as he would love to, they couldn't.
they both had a job to do, and they've already spent
too much time away. there was no doubt in his mind
that wiesel was back at the distribution center, waiting
for oscar and his brother to return as well.
with reluctance, he grabs his brother's
collar to pull him to his feet. yes, it was
a bit difficult to pull a giant to his feet,
but by now oscar was used to it.
❝ 'sides . . i'se sick. i ain't in any mood for
this anyways. ❞
his body aches. maybe it was because of all the
shivering he's been doing, or maybe it was because
of the 'conversation' he and his father had last
night . . . let's just pretend it was his constant shaking.
it was a much more pleasant thought than the latter.
the boy covers his face as he sneezes, taking the
time to find his jacket. what was left of a jacket. the
thing was so old, holes where everywhere. at least
oscar had sleeves he could roll down.
better than nothing.
❝ c'mon morris we gotta go! have you seen
my scarf ?? ❞
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Your brother is useless
❝ no he's not. morris ain't useless. ❞
he hates that word. it makes him sound like one of those trashy street rats the new york populous called newsies. oscar stares, anger covering every inch of his face. lips twitch, nose scrunched up tight.
how dare they insult morris? they don't even know a thing about him.
❝ if anyone here is useless it's you. don't have a single statement to back up what ya just said. no proof, 'cause there is none.
get out'ta my face. ❞
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––x. pseudonymized.
❝ – – and i'm telling you it's nothin' !! ❞
he didn't have a cough, absolutely not. the air was just dry.
so what his chest felt tight? really tight. and so what if every
phrase was followed by a fit of coughs?
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––x. cocky son of a bitch.
a fist clenched tight, ready to smash something.
ready to smash oscar’s jaw, preferably. but damn
this guy just talked too much. looks too confident
too full of confidence to be honest. reading people
and their feelings might not always be jack’s thing
if there was one thing he knew, that was how to
recognize a lie. jack just tightened his grip on
oscar’s collar. strangely, he could feel he was right
deep in his bones. this feeling has betrayed him a
couple of times, but it couldn’t now. and even if
it was, even if he was innocent today, he’d be
guilty the next.
❝ Shut up. ❞
rough words from a sharp tongue.
louder than his. listening to this boy was absolutely
tiring. god knew jack could listen to complaints
for days if he had to. but only from his newsies. only
if you were on his good side. a fist crashed against
a nose. he’d make him pay this time. even if he’d
scared his friend too much for him to tell a word to
jack about it. in the streets, you had to follow your guts.
and that’s something he knew how to do.
not a step back. He could stay like this for a while.
he could try to force him to admit it. but it wouldn’t
change anything. it wouldn’t be punishment. to
anyone else, morris would be the honest one.
and maybe it wasn’t fair. and maybe this wasn’t
justice either. but this was how the streets worked.
this was how he could protect what mattered. or
just avenge them. now wasn’t the time to step back.
❝ i don’t care about what you have to
say. i don’t care about your excuses or you
trying to make me feel guilty. my conscious
already rests easy.❞
a lie. but one more or one less wouldn’t change much.
❝ YOU WERE HERE. he’s not. and you’re
right. you’re scum. and you won’t admit
it. but it’s good. i can punch anyway.
and harder if that’s what you need.❞
he never felt so cool. so used to it all.
anger had eaten his mind already.
god only knew when he’d be back
to his senses.
maybe with oscar beaten to the ground.
as crutchie had been.
❝ Now, he’s got a gimp leg. He’s not his
leg. and I don’t care who else call him
that. I’m talking about you right now.
And what you DID.❞
his fist was shaking. his mind was blank.
ready for another blow..
oscars head nearly snaps to the side, parallel with the brick
wall behind him. he groans, too used to that kind of touch. too
accustomed to the pain a fist could bring. a punch coming from
anyone but his dad just didn't faze him.
rolling his neck, the boy faces jack kelly, a grin plastered to his
face. he honestly couldn't care if his nose was bleeding, or that
his teeth were staining red. his shoulders were shaking, as well
as his hands. didn't matter, nothing did.
he wipes away, well, smears the blood off of his face.
oscar could at least try to look presentable in front of
the fearless leader JACK KELLY.
❝ okay, okay, alright, okay. maybe i was here,
maybe i wasn't. that weak arm of yours isn't
gonna make me talk.
you could do anythin' to me, and i still wouldn't
talk to you. you aren't going to figure out what
happened to that little crippled friend of yours.
don't think he's ever gonna speak up either. ❞
so what he was scum? any kid who wasn't in school right now
had done something awful if their lifetime. at least, from what he's
seem around. yeah, sure, oscar was definitely worse than most of
the boys around. it was just – – at this point he couldn't care! nothing
matters to him, not anymore. maybe oscar should feel a little bad
for trying to place the blame on morris. his own brother. it was just
him wanting one day to come out unscathed, just him being selfish.
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––x. don't be silly.
�� ❝ you don't. ❞
or maybe he does, but morris doesn’t want to think about it. he
knows he’s no good. he knows everything wrong that might happen
is his fault. he knows it’s because of him their mother left. and even
if it’s not always true, he’s sure of these things. but oscar was there,
right? Oscar stayed. Oscar held him and taught him so many things
l i f e.
Oscar kissed him and made him smile. the only one who could do
such a thing. yet the words shake on the verge of his lips.
so do his hands. fingers too long cupping his brother’s
cheek. so gentle. anyone who’d seen him fight wouldn’t believe the
same person was standing there. tender. trying to smile, but not
able to push his lips to obey his brain. never been a good actor.
never been a good liar. then Oscar, who was his Oscar, he didn’t
w a n t to hide a thing from him.
he couldn’t even want it. not when
was all he had now. and the doubt
stays. the kiss had been as rough
as the words. but he still is a child
hidden there to kiss the one he l o v e s.
❝ right? ❞
❝ . . . ❞
❝ 'course not. ❞
the brute leans into morris's hand, teeth chattering. he was
so cold. why was it so cold? he knows he brought that up
a lot, but it was just so cold. he hates the cold, it's practically
ruining their moment. moments like this don't really come up
a lot anymore.
not with oscar's dad around more often than usual,
– – not with oscar's dad getting rougher day by day.
❝ don't be silly, of course i don't hate you. you're
my brother morris, ❞ more than brothers.❝ couldn't
hate you even if i tried. ❞
oscar laughs, voice hoarse and dry from the chilly temperatures.
he presses his lips against morris's once more, obviously growing
more and more impatient as each second passed. his nose bumps
with the other's, making it just a bit more difficult to get at a good
angle.
morris's lips are dry, just as usual, but that doesn't stop him. he
moves faster, blanket falling off of his shoulders just after wrapping
his arms around the taller one's shoulders. morris could bend down,
just a tiny bit.
it would just make things easier.
❝ work wit' me would'ja? ❞
his voice is breathy. it wasn't like he already had issues breathing
today – – now he had to hold his breath sometimes. kid was too
greedy for his own good.
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––x. maybe i like you a little.
❝ !?? ❞
— what does that even mean
not that he’s stupid but oscar speaks too
fast. or maybe he just can’t really
follow properly, it happens sometimes.
he still follows when his brother gets
up. he wanted a break. just a little.. just
for now. and he was quick to be at the door before
him. Lean against it and smile. hands were
quick to find oscar’s shoulders. pull him closer
~ and lips soon were pressed against others.
❝ c’m’on, lemme warm you up. ❞
just a whisper.
he hates the cold, because of how helpless
it leaves his oscar. but at the same time
it’s a good excuse to get him closer.
❝ !!! ❞
oscar huffs, stubbornly leaning into his brother. it wasn't like he
wanted to. he was just cold, and for some reason morris always
managed to stay warm. the boy nearly melts with his lover's brother's
kiss. the normally brutish boy grabs morris' collar, pulling him in
close. they're lips however, are no longer one.
they're separated as he speaks.
❝ morris we got work to do . . . we shouldn't
even be thinkin' 'bout this right now. ❞
––––––– or ever.
well, what harm could it do? they were alone, and morris could
help warm him up. reluctantly, oscar presses his lips against
his brother's once more. it's rougher than the first one.
❝ i hate you. ❞
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––x i dont like you.
❝ he ain’t back. think he went out
to get cigars. there ain’t anybody
waitin’ anyways. ❞ — stay.
not that there’s no work left. but
with no one to watch over them.
no one to keep them from breaks,
or keep him from falling near oscar
head against his shoulder. or more
against his own head. too tall. a real
break.
❝ you don't know that. you'se tellin'
me that you know for sure he's still
gone despite da fact you is still here ?? ❞
there was work left, and oscar has already been out too many
days because of his heartless, son of a bitch of a father.
the boy stands up, keeping a blanket wrapped around him.
damn was it cold. why was it so cold. he hates the cold.
when it was cold, he was sick.
amazing.
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––x ooc. might hop soon ! but like for a
starter from yours truly. gonna be
on here and degxnerate the most
out of all my rp blogs. trying to make
this the second most active.
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––x ooc. spit on oscar and call him a whore.
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––x fucking twit.
❝ Okay! But takin breaks’ not bein’ busy, right?
So I can stay. ❞
❝ if you want to. i gotta leave soon any-
ways. i snuck out from the office while
our uncle was takin' a break. ❞
❝ he's gotta be pissed at me for ditchin'.
i'll just say i had ta piss, he ain't gonna
know the difference. ❞
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"Ya wanna come explorin' wif' me today, Oscar?"
he drinks from a musty glass, which was most likely filled with whiskey or scotch. something of a golden brown. eying the little girl, the boy swallows, adjusting the (over-sized) scarf around his neck. damn was it cold.
❝ kid, it's snowin' in november, an' ya wanna go explorin' ?? is there even anythin' left to EXPLORE in new york? ❞
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––x ooc. with my new (and modified) theme i
am ready to rp like for a starter.
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––x a bother.
❝ lia’. and don’ shoo me like that. i’se not three.
- what’s wrong? ❞
❝ nothin's wrong !! i'se just tired an' sore.
ain't nothin' gotta be wrong for me ta
take a break. ❞
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+ dxlancey
❝ shoo –––––– i'se busy. ❞
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––x ooc. so i really just want to draw so no more
replies sorry things came up i ran out of
time. more tomorrow ;0
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––x cute when she's scared.
❝ i really want my goddamn papers.
you can’t exactly blame me for trying.❞
— well, she certainly blames herself.
not only does she realize how stupid
it was to go to oscar, but she can tell
that she’s about to be seriously hurt.
damaged, somehow. she can see it in
his eyes.
timid, gentle hands reach out and fix
the older boy’s tie, and she places
the money in his breast pocket. she
just can’t believe herself.
stupid,
stupid,
stupid.
he raises an eyebrow, a fiendish smirk crossing
his face. he almost couldn't believe what he was
was seeing. of course, oscar was used to people
trying to bribe their way out of a beating; it never
worked. however, she wasn't bribing him, she
was only trying to pay for her papers.
PECULIAR . . .
❝ what's your name, doll face ?? ❞
oscar drops her, taking a quick drag from his
cigar only to end up blowing it in her face. he
was nearly at a loss for words.
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