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He held his gaze at his reflection.
To say that he didn't recognize himself was an understatement. But that never meant he completely despised this new appearance. Mali had even commented on how he looked cute imitating the dark fairy's look. The sorcerer wouldn't bestow any sleeping curses as long as his look wasn't too detrimental to the VKs reputation. After all, he was being a mini Maleficent right now.
Morgie gently tilted head, watching as his pale fingers traced his neck. If he was like he was the prince in the fairy tale sweeping a princess off her feet. In the mirror he could see the small patches of lavender where his hair thinned or on the back of his neck. He should have never trusted Hook with purchasing hair dye. Morgie had forgotten to remind or note anything about whether to pick temporarily and how long, but he believed if he had chosen anyone but the pirate to go to the store they would've at least picked up their phone and asked Morgie for his preferences. That or they would've picked up a temporary can. Of course Hook was a peculiar individual and did no such thing, grabbing a practically permanent can of darkened navy, practically black hair dye. If Morgie hadn't forgotten to remind Hook to get temporary hair dye, or something that could easily be scrubbed out, the serpent probably should've read the container and its warnings before slopping it in his hair.
Now all he could see was just a stranger staring back. His new raven locks made his almond skin look milk white and somehow sharpened his facial features. (Now he just needed to grow some horns. ) Grizzly arms snaked around his waist, pulling him close in a rooted grip. A head full of soft tawny hair nestled in the crook of his neck and exhaled cooly.
"Has Charlie seen you yet my love?" Ah. The pirates pet name for the ravishing prince that was ethically boarded with the two. Morgie had remembered how it huskily rolled off Hook's tongue the first time he had called Charming that and how it had the same seductive undertown now. The sorcerer leaned into the curve of his roommate's body, feeling the little slopes where Hook's undershirt and burgundy blazer met. He took in the musk that the alluring pirate gave off and calmly retreated into his mind. Morgie's lips slowly parted and the serpentine gave a small lick to his bottom one, "I think he's still on that date of his, " he softly murmured. Feeling the soft, feathery breaths on his neck. "I really am screwed, aren't I." The pirate whispered mostly to himself loosening his grip and lifting his head only the slightest so he could look at Morgie through the bathroom mirror. Morgie opened his mouth to say something but he found himself admiring the raw beauty Hook held. A beautiful face that could be twisted darkly and yet have the effect of a begging puppy. The serpent gently twirled the longer strands of mahogany hair that draped over his shoulders. He wondered if Hook would ever let him braid his hair.
"C'mon Morgues lets get your make up off before that too becomes permanent," The pirate joked but Morgie actually found himself quite uncomfortable now that he wasn't flabbergasted by his fascinating look. The layers of concealer, foundation and whatever blurring powder has hardened and felt like a thousand beetles crawling underneath his skin. The makeup wipe freezing cold when Hook gently dabbed it on Morgie's cheek, caressing each speck of skin like it was his child. The sorcerer playfully stole the piece of enhanced cloth and in a most unsightly manner started (in actions filled with much vigor that before) scrubbing his face off. The comforting warmth of Hook's presence retreated and Morgie looked up in all the horrid eyeliner smeared across his face. Huh. Hook had disappeared in his distracted little gremlin state. Morgie shrugged and continued taking his face off until his make up wipe was thoroughly drenched in eyeshadow, eyeliner, and all flavours of foundation and concealer and he had to rinse his ashy hands.
Morgie found the pirate lounging in the rather luxurious rope hammock that they'd hung in the first weeks of school. It was all more handy now that they had a third person to add to the chaos (Hook never did say he didn't like the floor however. ). The serpent found himself dumbfounded on where Charming could possibly be at the time. He had reclined for a rather long time in the dorm's bathroom, realizing that the dye wasn't coming out after ten or so vigorous sessions of drowning his scalp in shampoo, having the small existential crisis in the copper studded mirror, and enjoying his roommate's presence for a good chunk of time. He glanced at the blaring green numbers on his analog clock. "7:52, hot damn." Morgie never had heard of Charming being gone this long. This date was supposed to be some brunch, not an all day extravaganza where the prince would get laid before getting back home. Not that Morgie paid too much attention to the status of Charming still being a virgin somehow.
"I can't believe this." Morgie plopped down onto Hook's bed, gingerly looking up at the pirate. "You do look quite different." The pirate gingerly leaned over and traced his hands on the crystal features of the sorcerer's face. Morgie melted into the soft touch, nuzzling hand and its warmth. He would've enjoyed how the hand seamlessly glided from his face to his hair, methodically twirling the raven strands but he felt cold now. Empty even. Their tender moment was broken by the door creaking open. A rush of adrenaline pulling the two away from each other.
"Look what the cat dragged in."