i wanted time twins and morro content so here
to anyone just introduced to the au, harial is morro. in the au morro was a name given to them by the preeminent, and harial is their dead name (theyre nonbinary). this takes place in the past.
its not my best writing nor am i very proud of it but eh whatever
A loud knock jolted the boy from his sleep. His head jerked up from where it had been buried in his pillow and he stared at the door blankly for a few seconds. The boy was vaguely aware of the dried tears staining his cheeks from last nightâs sob session, and he raised one hand to try and wipe them off with his sleeve.
âHarial,â the voice that spoke up was stern and frustrated, making the boy- Harial, as he had been called- squirm unpleasantly. âGet out here, I donât have time for this. Iâve been trying to wake you up for half an hour now.â
Harial paused, silently wondering if it had been that long. He got up nonetheless, refusing to dwell on how much he likely upset his temporary caretaker. Wu was out for the summer to try and find new students â he was mostly looking for other Elemental Masters, but so far everyone was too old or too young. So he was given to the former Master of Time, Aeturnus, until Wu would return.
When the door opened, Harialâs hand swiftly slipping off of the doorknob (he always hated the feel of metal), the older man gave a relieved sigh. He stood a good height taller than Harial, who, even though he was already nearly ten, was significantly short. His mop of black hair was a lot neater than his sonsâ hair.
Speaking of those sons, the sound of yelling and scuffling in a nearby area made Harial realize the pair were probably nearby. Aeturnus seemed to come to the same conclusion, letting out an exhausted sigh and not saying anything else to Harial. The boy watched as he walked off towards the direction of the twins, left hovering awkwardly without anything to do.
Harial watched the empty hallway for a few seconds before heading back into his room, snagging the hairbrush that rested on the counter as he went. He settled on the edge of the pale white bed, brushing the tangles from his hair.
âHari!â The youngest of the twins, Acronix, suddenly appeared in the room with a flash of green light. Harial jumped, staring at him, as the twin grinned widely in a sort of triumphant way. âI got you something, since your dad is out and canât do it. You wanna see? I promise youâll like it!â
Harial blinked in confusion but slowly nodded, scooting aside on the seat. Acronix let out a laugh and shut the door so no one else would come in. His hands were tight around a cardboard box that Harial didnât really notice before. He moved to sit beside the boy, resting the box on the bed between the two of them, and flipped open the lid.
âTake a look, Hari,â Acronix encouraged, moving to cross his legs. His grin never faded. âI got him off the streets and it looked like he had bad owners before so I thought that you would do better. It is your birthday after all!â
It was? Harial didnât realize it was his birthday, he never really kept track. He didnât dwell on this that long either, leaning forwards to look into the box. His eyes widened when they met the form of a small kitten, it's fluffy grey-and-white fur poofed up from alarm. Acronix watched on, eagerly awaiting Harialâs reaction.
âWonât your dad get mad that you brought a cat home?â Harial asked, his voice as quiet as it usually was. He looked up, meeting Acronixâs gaze while carefully slipping a hand in to let the kitten investigate.
Acronix looked as if he hadnât even thought of that â which, to be fair, he probably hadnât. His grin fell and he hesitated, looking to the door of the room. He had left Krux behind to deal with their father, figuring since his brother was more of the type to care about rules he would have a way to evade Aeturnusâ punishments. The two of them didnât really feel like cleaning the entire house again, even if they were allowed to use their powers this time.
âKrux will handle it,â Acronix said after a moment, turning to look back at Harial. He was smiling again. âJust enjoy your present, Hari, you deserve it.â
Harial cast a half-smile, carefully lifting the kitten from the box once he was sure he wasn't going to scare him away. The kitten mewled in surprise but went with it, leaning into Harial once he was close enough. Acronix got back up, him and the box vanishing in a green light with only a yell of âgoodbye-have-a-nice-dayâ as he went. The boy laughed and forgot about cleaning himself up, focusing on the cat, whom he decided to name Thunder.
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When Harial was eventually called down for dinner, he had to leave Thunder in his room. He wasnât very happy about it but he decided he could sneak the kitten some food later. As he neared the kitchen, it was clear Acronix and Krux were arguing again, based off the raised voices and exchanged insults of two small children. Both of them were nearing their eleventh birthday, only a year older than Harial himself.
Aeturnus scolding the twins was the last thing Harial heard before entering the kitchen, staring at the mess before him. Krux had managed to get his brother pinned down, his hand digging hard into the otherâs back. Acronix was struggling, both his eyes and hands glowing brightly as he prepared his powers. One of the chairs was toppled over, likely Acronixâs chair.
Reluctantly, Krux got off his brother, adding one last kick into Acronixâs side â it was a light kick, but the boy rolled over with an exaggerated groan nonetheless. âStop being so dramatic, Nix,â Krux scoffed, lifting Acronixâs chair with his bright yellow powers as he went to his own. âYouâre the one who started it.â
âDamn it, Krux!â Aeturnus sighed, spotting Harial in the doorway. âBoth of you, sit down, I donât have time for this. Harial, come in here and join us, Krux and Acronix will behave. Right, kids?â
Acronix muttered something along the lines of a profanity as he got up into his chair, glaring down at his plate of food. He ignored the taunting smile Krux gave him, sulking in silence as if he were turning four instead of eleven.
Harial hesitated a moment but went in nonetheless, sitting at the table too. He stared at the food uneasily, not liking the way it looked. Instead of saying anything, he kept his mouth shut, lifting the fork into one hand and keeping a loose grip. The texture still bothered him but he forced himself to ignore it.
At this point he just wanted to go home.
âHarial, your father is coming to get you tomorrow morning,â Aeturnus said, raising his gaze to look at the miserable boy. Harial only nodded, having to force himself to eat as well.
âAre you alright?â Acronix asked suddenly, leaning forwards in his chair with his elbows resting on the wooden table. He seemed to sense Harialâs discomfort, his head tilting to the side â not unlike a curious puppy. âYou look upset,â he elaborated a second later when he didnât get an answer.
Harial nodded again, avoiding the other boysâ gazes. Instead, he continued to eat, silently wishing for the night to hurry. He didnât feel any gratitude towards Aeturnus, and although heâd much rather be here than alone at the monastery, he really wanted Wu to hurry and come get him.
