I FEEL IT IN MY BONES // Returning from journey

[madster]

the first to approach the newly-dating couple was the tribe's resident grump, malphas. luckily, he deeply trusted morgan, and had conflicting feelings for vigenere. conflicting feelings were better than no feelings or even worse, a dislike. morgan was intelligent and reliable, and had helped him out more than once. malphas would actually be dead if it wasn't for the samoyed's quick thinking and willingness to help. some times, late at night, malphas wished he could be like morgan instead of himself.

vigenere was another story- he was a demon, and had said over and over he wasn't fit to be a medic, but he wasn't sure if he felt that way anymore. after all that had happened, his depression, his suicide attempt... vigenere was there, and a surprisingly good help.

he noticed the two were awfully... close. he squinted, curling his lip in disgust. oh my fucking god, morgan's gay? he asked, then realized he already kind of knew this- malphas had come out to morgan earlier in the month. vigenere was no surprise- he'd be surprised if he wasn't gay, honestly. it was still a shock to see vigenere and morgan like this, and it made him a little sick with jealousy. he could feel his face heating up and he tried to avoid eye contact, feeling uncomfortable.

"you're back," malphas mumbled, echoing morgan. "oh my god. did you guys fuck or what...?" he asked, not sure if he wanted the answer. "fucking fags," he muttered under his breath, which was pretty hypocritical, as malphas was bisexual himself. "i mean. welcome back. i missed you." he was nice for once, looking up at the two much larger creatures. oh god, being nice hurt.