❝What do you mean you don’t recognize me? I’m your husband Morgan. ❞ He said quietly as he tried to figure out what was going on. He found it rather odd that she had known who he was when she got up this morning only to then forget him a couple of hours later.    ❝Do you remember becoming a Grey Warden, Kere? Do you remember becoming Queen of Ferelden?  ❞

❝ Well I don’t plan on joining my old man in the after life just yet, Sean. Even if... it would be nice to see him again.  As I’ve got so much to live for. I have a son that needs his father and a man who I hope will one day be my... boyfriend. I’m always going to be by your side Sean even when we are miles apart. ❞ He said as he started to sing along to the song coming through  his head phones which was ironically I’m with you by Avril Lavigne and he quickly turned up the volume just so the other man could hear it.  ❝ I forgot I still had this song on my spotify playlist. ❞

The ugliest person in the world. Sean didn’t know why, but those words had made him chuckle. Beauty, he believed, was truly in the eyes of the beholder. You spent enough time with someone, you surely wouldn’t even notice anymore. “She might have taught you that Morgan, but it was your decision to learn it.” Sean had mused such words from his heart-shaped lips, a slight smile on his face as Morgan continued talking once again.

“There is no need to apologize for something you didn’t do. I didn’t get the impression at all that you were looking to blame me for not being there. You’re different than most people I’ve met, reassuring as it were. You can’t go back and change what happened, nobody can, all you can do is move forward – focusing on the past and what happened is what gives it power over you. You live in the past, and you don’t even see the future that is standing right in front of you.” Perhaps that was the reason Sean tended not to dwell on things that had happened, or didn’t he in a way? By expecting something to happen and in that way, influence it to happen just in that way? This wasn’t about him anyway, this was about the man standing in front of him, the man that he used to know.

Return to him eventually. Morgan wasn’t wrong. The Hare had nodded, agreeing to the invitation as it had left Morgan’s lips. It had been a long time since they had seen one another, his memory was so faded about how things used to be back then. Sean had taken a step closer to him, closing the distance between them as he nudged his head toward the path in front of them. “Let’s go then, but please tell me you plan on putting on tea? It would be nice to have a cup, just like old times.”

Morgan felt his phone vibrate in the back pocket of his jeans and he quickly pulled it out just to see who the text message was from. He smiled when he saw it was just Natalia letting him know that she had dropped their son outside his apartment. He wondered how the other man would react if he learned he had a son.   ❝What can I say I’ve always been a bit of a hopeless romantic? ❞  He grinned as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a single red rose before he held it out to him. 

❝ A woman was selling red roses round the corner from my apartment and I decided to buy one. I’ve always liked red roses. I want you to have it Sean, just think of it as an… early Valentines present. ❞ He whispered, looking down at the ground when he realised what he had just said. He felt like such an idiot for mentioning Valentines day.  ❝How would you feel if I said your my future Sean? ❞  

❝ Yes I plan on making some tea… I just need to tell you something first before we go back to my apartment. Something I should have told you the last time we met… I have a son.  I had a one night stand with a woman called Natalia when I was 19 years old and she fell… pregnant. I’ve only just learned about him. His name is Darwin. Are you angry with me for not telling you I have a son?❞ 

“Truthfully, Morgan, appearances have never really mattered that much to me.” He had felt it a bit strange though, that she had wanted him to look more like her. It didn’t say much, considering that Sean didn’t even know what she had looked like, not that he even had wanted to. 

“You are probably right. I probably would have hated her. Would that have bothered you, hmm? If I decided I hated your mother and tried to keep her away from you as much as possible?” It was a moot point, asking such a question now, but Sean was surely curious.

“– to tell you the truth Morgan, I am usually gone for long periods at a time. It has never seemed to bother you, however. You are one of very few that don’t seem to resent my little disappearing act.’ Sean had mused on that very thought. “But, it would seem to me, the best way to deal with such a thing would be to get to know each other again. Wouldn’t you say?”

❝ I don’t care what someone looks like either. You could look like the most ugliest person in the world and I would still have… feelings for you. As its what’s inside your heart that counts. My mother taught me that before she lost herself to her madness.  ❞ He said as he watched the clouds move across the  moon before he turned around to look at him again. His mother might have stripped him off all the memories he had shared with Sean but she could never take away his feelings for him and right at this moment his heart ached to kiss him. He just wouldn’t give into his feelings just in case the other man pushed him away. 

❝ No it wouldn’t bother me that you hated her. I would have been delighted if you had kept her away from me as much as possible as maybe then none of this would have happened. I might not have lost my human form or my memories if you had been there to protect me.  ❞ He said and his eyes widened when he realised what he had just said and heard the bitterness in his voice.   ❝ No its not your fault. I shouldn’t blame you for not being there for me. I should have realised long ago she hated me.  She’s always resented my strong bond with my father.  I’m sorry for blaming you for what happened to me, Sean.❞ 

❝ I guess I never resented your little disappearing act because I knew you would return to me eventually. I would like that. I hope when we’ve got to know each other again… we can… go back to how we were before I lost all my memories. Would you like to come back to apartment? I thought we could talk somewhere more private.  ❞