Author's Notes:Been a while since I've shown any signs of life around Well, I wrote this after I got off the phone with my friends Nina and Rizzy. We have late night phonecalls and I was recently pulled away from them, so moving away from strange old habits was most certainly difficult. Thus, came this. Yeah, I was lonely, I guess you could say. xP And I'm on the phone with Nina now and she says hello. XD;
Well, I think this is going to become a collection of long drabbles and other random things covering the M/R pairing. Others might sneak in...hard to say. :P
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Jonathan Larson owns the characters to RENT and it's music. I do not own anything but this story. 3
There were lonely nights; the nights he faced the darkness alone far too many times.
On some of these nights, he could close his eyes and still hear the heated kisses, laughing whispers and tender embraces being shared between the two people. All he could do was close his eyes and try to drown out the sound, try to sleep all he could.
There were the lonely days; the days he found himself sitting and staring off into space, only to find that time was passing far, far too slowly.
Roger left early in the day. Of course, he was probably off to spend time with Mimi. Why not? They were together, were they not? He tried to film, but without anything interesting to film, he reel spun and spun, taking in the all too quiet and empty loft.
There were the lonely mornings; the mornings he rose to face the day alone, without the sound of a muffled greeting or even the straining melody of Musetta's Waltz.
On typical mornings, he climbed out of bed, fixed himself some coffee, and then ventured off to wake up the rocker. Lately, Roger's bedroom was empty long before he had even woken up. There would be no talks over poorly-brewed coffee or even plans to get out of the loft. Roger was doing that well enough on his own now.
Some days, Roger didn't return at all from those early morning visits or even the afternoon visits. So Mark would retreat to bed, staring up at the ceiling, listening to what little sound slipping in and out of the loft. On nights like these, he was actually able to fall into a light sleep so that he might forget his worries.
His sleep didn't last too long. Blue eyes snapped open when his bed shifted under new weight. Turning quickly, frantically pushing his glasses onto his face, he gazed out at the figure next to him.
"Roger…?"
"Mmph…move over."
"This isn't your room…" Roger had to be asleep! "Why aren't you in your own bed?"
"S'cold. Window's broken…r'member?"
Things began to make a little more sense as the other babbled in and out of his sleepy state. Why his bed, of all places? Blushing deeply, he finally gave into the rocker's pleas.
"Fine…"
Moving over and slipping his glasses off, he pulled the blankets to make room for the other. Thankfully, the other seemed to find a comfortable spot immediately and settled off to sleep. But Mark was wrong yet again! Soon enough, he felt the weight shift again and there was one strong arm around his waist. Mark didn't struggle, however, he welcomed it. Roger brought himself so close that he pressed his face against the filmmaker's hair, his breath softening again as he drifted into sleep.
Perhaps Roger merely had this reflex because of Mimi, or perhaps this was something completely new for the other. It was hard to say. All he knew was that he didn't mind Roger coming so close, being so loving. Even if it was done in the haze of sleep, Mark couldn't help but smile with the feelings he would probably never share with the ex-junkie.
"G'night, Marky…"
A sigh. A smile.
"Good night, Rog…"