[Open] Listen to the heart

[tony angel martyn]

"Sorry," Tony huffed at the complaint as he finished up. "Anywhere else..?" He met the kiss tenderly, nodded. "Yeah it does," He mumbled softly, washing his hands off in the sink, glancing back at him.

He stretched, cracking his back, wincing faintly at the strain on his ribs but ignoring it for the most part.

[marcus owen foster]

He watched him for a moment, thinking over what he should say. "I only did it.. because I missed you.." He said quietly, then started to chew on his lip, the words obviously hurting him. "I didn't mean to hurt you by it, Tony.." He wrapped his arms around his bare torso. He looked down in shame, knowing what he had done was wrong.

[tony angel martyn]

"It's okay Marc.." He murmured softly, crouching to hug him tight. "It's alright, promise." He kissed the top of his head, sighing softly. "I just wanna know you're gonna be okay is all...you could've come and seen me sooner."

He stroked his cheek gently, blue eyes searching his own. A gentle smile passed his lips. "I'm starving though, we can get some coffee started and see if anyone else is home. C'mon."

[marcus owen foster]

"I'm going to be perfect as long as you're here, Tony.." He said quietly, standing up and taking fingers in between his as best he could. He followed him into the kitchen, leaning against the counter. He watched him move, couldn't help but think about how absolutely perfect he was.

"Do you have wings?" He asked. "Since you're an angel.. In every sense of the word." He smiled over at him, running a hand over his shaved head.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony shook his head. "Not every sense of the word." He smiled faintly back but nodded, starting the coffee in the coffee pot, throwing some oat meal in the microwave.

He let his white wings unfurl from his back with a gentle smirk as he spread them then tucked them loosely to his back, not bothering keep them too close, at ease and relaxed. He poured two cups of coffee, caring them over to the couch and coffee table.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc watched him carefully, as quiet as ever. You probably wouldn't have known he was there if you didn't see him. Even his breathing was slow and steady, quieter than the coffee pot. He did the same thing every morning, but something about when Tony did it made it different..

"... moma ..." He said quietly, biting his lip. "You move just like moma did.." He reached out, touching one of Tony's wings.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony could feel the touch as if it were his own skin, but his lip at the words. "I think 'bout my mom lots too... I know it's hard Marc." He hugged him close, kissing the side of his head, then his jaw.

He drew his wings around them both, as if to sheild Marcus.

[marcus owen foster]

He hugged him tightly, burying his face in Tony's neck. It killed him to think of his mom, but it made sense why he needed Tony around so much now. He saw his mom in him. He kissed his neck gently, rubbing the small of his back with his hands.

"I need you.." He whispered, closing his eyes. And for a second, he thought Tony really was his mom. He wrapped his arms around him, kissing his neck again.

[tony angel martyn]

"I'm right here baby..." Tony whispered, hugging the older male close, the base of his wings offering warmth as a birds, similiar to that of a cockatoo, might.

He tilted his head, kissing him gently on the lips. "And I'm not goin' anywhere okay..? You wanna watch tv or something?"
He handed him his coffee, rubbing at his back gently.

[marcus owen foster]

He took the coffee, carefully sliding off the counter. He felt his body brush against Tony's and blushed, kissing him softly before taking a drink of his hot coffee. He had burnt his mouth so much, nothing hot bothered him anymore. He followed him to the sofa, sitting down next to him. He pulled his legs up under him, holding his cup in both his hands as he looked at the blank TV. At home, they were all told they weren't to touch the TV in the living room. And none of them did. Even when their dad left for work. He liked to sit there, watching the black screen until he could imagine people on it, dancing and talking and going about their people things.

He took another sip of his coffee, holding it close.