#depravitee

Send me a ship and I’ll tell you…

Who’s the first to wake up in the morning:

Hakuryuu. He looks at Morgiana’s sleeping face and is content to look at it until she wakes up. Really Hakuryuu, you adorable lovesick child.

Who’s the one to make breakfast:

Morgiana cannot cook, this one goes on Hakuryuu. Sorry, punk.

Who’s the one to serve the other breakfast in bed:

Hakuryuu uses it as a technique to get Morgiana to wake up if she doesn’t want to wake up officially that morning. The smell of food wakes her right up, and she gives her boyfriend smooches afterwords, once she has rid herself of morning breath.

Who suggests they both ditch work to lay around all day:

Hakuryuu, because he wants Morgiana to stop overworking herself. He ends up big spooning her vertically on the couch.

Who chooses the movies:

Morgiana, though she chooses from Hakuryuu’s collection of kickass movie titles that she’s totally down to watch. Hakuryuu has probably watched them all a thousand times, but he enjoys the cuddling, because its not in public so he’s not as embarrassed.

Who initiates kissing during the moving, thus distracting the other from the movie all together:

Hakuryuu, once he’s comfortable with stuff like that. I headcanon that he gets more daring, but is still an overall dork. Cue making out when other males look at Morgiana the wrong way without her noticing. Plus, he likes the way she squirms and her face is so red afterwords.

Who orders lunch:

Hakuryuu orders it, but it ends up with Morgiana enjoying whatever he orders.

Who steals food from the other’s plate without asking:

Morgiana does, the precious bab. She thinks shes being discreet but really, Hakuryuu is letting her steal from his plate because he doesn’t think he can say no to that precious face.

Who curls up next to the other and falls asleep due to a full tummy:

Morgiana is best at this task. Hakuryuu ends up petting her hair and smiling softly at her before he snuggles in and falls asleep, too.

Who distracts the other from trying to work at home:

Neither. They both understand that work is important, though Hakuryuu will tell her to get some rest every once in a while.

Who asks to go get ice cream like a five year old:

Morgiana whines about ice cream until Hakuryuu gives in, and Morgiana is on that shit so fast, DRAGGING him to the nearest ice cream place with a huge grin on her face.

Who takes pictures of their partner eating ice cream:

Hakuryuu, solely because he wants to savor the moment, also partly because when Morgiana’s eating her face lights up and he finds it endearing.

Who cooks dinner:

Hakuryuu, because of the whole ramen burning incident. She is banned from cooking unless there is supervision and it doesn’t need to be COOKED. Of course, Morgiana takes it with stride, eating poptarts lovingly.

Who cleans up the kitchen afterwards:

Morgiana, because she feels like making him do all the work is not okay, really. She wants to be equal, so she does equal work around the place.

Who stays up until 2 reading:

Hakuryuu does, but he gets distracted by Morgiana’s sleeping face.

Who stares at their partner while their sleeping:

Hakuryuu does, because everything about her is so alluring. The way her eyelashes flutter against her skin just the right way. The way her skin is so smooth looking and seems to be so touchable. How her hair, so silky, shines in the moonlight a vivid red. But she doesn’t understand just how precious she is, and he feels that he needs to protect her.

Who kisses their partner while they sleep:

depravitee:

Hakuryuu finished washing the dishes in his stink and put the last cup on the drying rack before wiping off his hands.  As he entered the living room he heard the front door open and close with a slam.  Before he could react to Morigana’s rather dramatic entrance she smacked into him and pressed her head into his chest.  He realized she was crying as she shook slightly and he felt his shirt get wet.

“You don’t have to talk about it right now.”  Hakuryuu wrapped his arms around her and rested his chin on her head.

          Morgiana sniffled, nodding and stuttering out a muffled, “Yes,” before she took a few minutes and then pulled back, grabbing his hand and walking them to the couch, pushing him down and cuddling on him for comfort. She didn’t know if this was okay with him, but if it wasn’t, then he would tell her, because he was obvious about his boundaries when they were crossed.

                                   HEADCANON: DOOR

                                           NIGHTMARE

          He was leaving her, just like everyone else. This wasn’t fair, this wasn’t fair, this wasn’t fair. Why did everyone important to her leave her? She wondered idly what she had done to make him leave her. Reaching out her hand to him, she let out a cry of his name. He turned, face dark and hateful. She flinched as he raised his hand and moved it to choke her. What had she done wrong?!

          The Hakuryuu in front of her whispered in a harsh tone, “I never loved you.”

          She sat up with a scream, holding her hands to her head and covering her ears with them. Why had that happened? Why had he left her? Was it all a lie? She was shaken out of her mind when she felt a warm embrace around her, and she flailed, desperate to get out. The person whispered sweet things in her ear, and she found herself relaxing into the others touch.

          Morgiana still dreams of a lifeless body hanging from a railing, metal digging into the soft flesh of pale wrists, she dreams of desperate screams, the cries resonating in her mind the same as they echoed in the room that haunts her closed eyes as they flit back and forth under her eyelids. She still wakes up shaky, cold sweat soaking her sheets, breathing as rapid and uneven as the sound of blood dripping from a corpse suspended in midair.

          It used to be unbearable, how she would wake up so late, or early, being unable to do anything but shiver as tears dripped down her cheeks, still looking so young for someone who had seen so much. Her eyes were usually much cloudier on the days following those dreams, though always staying clear enough to keep her seemingly in a normal mood.

          Now, though, she has Hakuryuu. The dreams are more scarce with his body curled around her small frame, and when the slave’s death replays in her subconscious, she can twist herself around in his heavy arms to bury her face in his chest. He smells like flowers and sun and happy memories, and the salty smell of her tears mixes in. She shakes and shivers, she sobs into his skin.

          Hakuryuu often thinks that he feels things so similarly to Morgiana. Maybe that’s because he’s also a survivor, maybe it’s because of his permanent scars, writing a jagged story across his body like a canvas. He doesn’t know; he just knows that she wakes up in the night, shaking in his arms, and all he can do is tighten his arms around her and hope.

          He hopes he’s a comfort, he hopes it’ll help her cope, he hopes she knows its because he cares about her so much. He hopes, above above all else, that when she shares the burden with him, it hurts her less, even if it’s only for a short time.

          He’d take bullets for her, so it’s no great sacrifice to hold her as she cries, because really, what is love other than giving your heart to the one you love in exchange for a share of their pain and a chance to ease their burden?