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Barfight

Pairing: Morpheus x Hob Hadling

Words: 430

Rating: PG

DreamlingWeek prompt Barfight

I always consider myself a patient person. Life requires patience. And waiting for my dear stranger too. I learned that some people require that too. Something good worth patience though. But I lose my patience in some situations. Our meetings with Morpheus became more often. And our relationship has a new turn. But we keep them private. And for people in the New Inn, we can be seen as close friends. Unfortunately, the pub wasn’t insured of stupid people and prejudice of clothes. One evening, when Morpheus came to our meeting in the pub some insolent stupid man crushed into him. “Look when you are going, freak!” he said instead of apologizing. Morpheus’ eyes grew dark. And I stand up fast. “Apologize to my friend”, I said and both Morpheus and this man looked at me. “What did you say?” asked the man angrily. “You were the one who bumped into him”, I said. “So you need to apologize”. “I don’t apologize to fags!” he said. “Hob”, Morpheus tried to warn me, but I step closer to the man. I can forget about insults toward me, but not about insults toward my dear friend. And this fellow was drunk enough not to win. “What did you say?” I asked. “You heard me”, he laughed. But no one else supports him in his laughing. Everyone knows me in the pub. And then I hit him. I believed I still was strong and my body remembers all the fighting I’ve gone through. But he stands. And fight me back.

“You don’t need to come to my defense”, said Morpheus later, tending my bruises. “I believe I have told you that”. “I can’t stand still while my friend was offended”, I smiled. His touches are careful and gentle. His fingers are a little bit cold. He pouted his lips in disapproval but his eyes were shining just like that time in 1789. “I touched”, he said, “And annoyed at the same time of the thought that you think I need protection. But I don’t like the idea of you being hurt”. “It’s nothing”, I smiled and took his hand. “I knew my chances. And he couldn’t make me big harm. Nor he could kill me”. “You are reckless”, he pouted lips again. “Only for you, my darling”, I smiled and kissed his red pouty lips. “No one dares offend my love and my best friend and leave unharmed”. “You’re poetic, Hob Gadling”, he finally smiled and kissed me back. “But next time be more careful”. “I promise”, I smiled and kissed him again.

DREAM OF THE ENDLESS: smiles