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Day 20: Sick

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Sick

"Come on, Otto. Ill people shouldn't go to work." Norman said and followed his husband through their apartment. "It's just a cold, I'll be fine."

The former Green Goblin sighed and considered clinging on the scientist to keep him from leaving but then a better thought crossed his mind.

"What if I'd say I need you here, with me." he asked and looked up at the taller man. "What for, Darling?" Otto seemed interested which made Norman happy but he hid his smile.

"Not that the Goblin shows up and threatens me again, I-I really didn't sleep well the night, and, and..." he explained, sounding like he was in distress.

Otto eyed him with a soft smile and put his suitcase down. "Fine, fine, Dear, you got me." Norman's smile widened and he clung onto his husband. "I'll go and cook you some herbal tea then." he said cheerfully and went into the kitchen. The taller man's eyes followed him and he shook his head smiling. //This man will be my end one day...// he thought and took his coat and shoes off again.

When he entered their little kitchen that was directly leading into the huger living room, he saw Norman, waiting for the water to cook. On the kitchen island there already was a huge cup with a bag of tea in it. Otto just smiled again and watched him for a while until his husband recognized him.

"Ill people belong in a bed or on a sofa. Would you be so kind and go there?" Norman ordered resolute. The taller man almost grinned but followed the friendly meant order.

On the couch he took one of the soft blankets and threw it over his body. He placed his head on a pillow but his actuators chirped and freed themselves from the fabric, watching Norman with quiet whirring.

The former CEO came to them and their owner just a few minutes later, the huge, steaming cup in his hands. "You have to drink it when it's hot. Only then it'll have any effect." he lectured his husband and sat down opposite of him in an arm chair. Otto sat up and carefully took the cup into his hands.

"Thanks, my Love. It's really kind of you to take care of me. I love you so much."

Norman flushed at the statement and smiled his lovely smile, showing his crooked teeth, knowing Otto would never judge him for that.

"I love you too, Honey. But please, stay with me the next time you are ill, without me doing anything to make you stay." he answered, not able to stop smiling.

PRIDE (2014) dir. Matthew Warchus

Everyone could see John Watson's deep pain and sorrow at the death of Sherlock Holmes;

But no one could see the other version of the story...

🥺🥺

Sweetheart getting all emotional and letting the tears flow as he took his final bow at VaNYa’s last performance yesterday was too much for my delicate little heart 😢

Well done and congrats to all for such an awesome run though. What a show!! 🥹 (Still holding out hope that it might return to London and I can finally see it myself for real.. 😍🙏)

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Work was inspired by @vanmec 's art :)

Omega's robe

Young Terzo was someone who liked to stand up early, so he could do whatever he wanted without his older brothers or Nihil scolding him for it. Today he still felt sleepy but there was something he really wanted to do. The will to do exactly that made him stand up and sneak into Omega's room. The quintessence ghoul of his older brother was still sleeping, his little snores echoing in the room as Terzo sneaked in and looked for the ghoul's robe. It hung on a hanger on the closet. The lower part of the black frock almost reached the floor. Terzo chuckled softly and reached for the garment. He held it tightly to him and groped out of the room before running into his own.

Once there, he took off his nightgown and slipped into Omega's robe, which was of course much too big for him. It was way too big at his shoulders and the sleeves completely hid Terzo's hands. Not even the tips of his fingers were still visible. He buttoned up the too-big garment, getting tangled up in the process, which he didn't care about, and pulled the hood over his head. Chuckling, he turned once and looked at himself in the mirror. "Now I look like a ghoul too!" he said happily to himself.

Meanwhile, Omega had also woken up and was standing in front of his wardrobe, perplexed. His robe was missing, but his mask and necklace were still there. Irritated, he took a pair of black pants and a hooded top from his closet and put them on in combination with his mask and necklace. At least this way he would meet the dress code for ghouls. While he was getting dressed, he noticed a familiar smell. Sighing, the ghoul left his room.

On his way towards the dining room, he was stopped. "Omega? What in Satan's name are you wearing?!" shouted Secondo before standing in front of him. "Forgive me, Papa, but someone has stolen my robe." Papa Emeritus II made a soured noise. "Did you smell who it was?" the human asked with anger in his undertone. "I think so, Papa." "Don't let it all come out of your nose, Omega! Who was it?!" he growled angrily. Omega would have liked impossibly to lie, but to his master he could not. "Your little brother, Terzo, Papa." "Questo piccolo... Dannazione! Una piccola spina nel fianco! He'll regret that!" Secondo cursed and trudged toward Terzo's room, but Omega quickly followed him. "Wait! Please, Papa! I'm sure he didn't mean any harm! I can handle this myself!" Secondo looked at him angrily and shook his head. "No! He must finally be shown his limits!" hissed Papa Emeritus II and aggressively knocked on his brother's door, who opened it after a short hesitation. He was still wrapped in Omega's robe. Omega had to stifle a 'nawww'. Terzo looked really cute in the way too big robe. "Oh... Brother... What do you want?" he asked innocently. Secondo cursed under his breath and raised a finger. "Give me Omega's robe IMMEDIATELY or I'll tell father!" he threatened in a loud voice. Terzo winced and tears gathered in his eyes. "P-please don't, brother! I-I just wanted to..." His trembling voice faded into nothingness and he looked to the ground. "What did you want?!" growled the taller one, still angry. "I-I wanted to look like a g-ghoul." Omega looked at him in rapture and stood slightly in front of him. "Please, Papa... Don't be so hard on him. He didn't hurt anyone, did he?" Secondo looked at him stunned, but then sighed. "Fine. Let him play carnival then, but don't you dare not give him back his robe, fratellino!" hissed Papa Emeritus II and left, annoyed. Omega looked at Terzo smiling, who also smiled again. His cheeks were slightly red and he rubbed the tears from his eyes, but he looked happy again. "Do I look like a real ghoul, Omega?" he asked squeakily. The ghoul pretended to think, but then nodded. "Like a real one." Terzo beamed and hugged Omega lightly. "May I keep your robe on a little longer?" he asked shyly. "I'll need it in a few hours, but until then, I'd be happy to." The human was enormously pleased by this and proudly strutted through the corridors of the abbey for the next few hours.

Omega was just happy to see the youngest Emeritus happy and smiled to himself.

When he needed his robe, Terzo gave it back to him without protest and then went about his own duties.

Care for a drink?