Blossoming Blood Roses

Ethereal

~ Luigi's POV ~

I awoke with a grumble of pain. My entire lower body and back were sore as hell. But, not as sore that I would punch something. Just, stiffly painful. I looked over, and smiled to see my boyfriend's peaceful sleeping face. I leaned into his embrace, keeping him close to me, loving how our body heat we shared with one another.

After a while, I woke up again. My lower body and back still hurt, but the pain is a bit easier. I look next to me. Where's Bowser? I hear movement in the kitchen.. I get up to go check- Oh craaaaap. I need clothes. I look around and notice my clothes from yesterday on the floor. I slip on my green sweater and nervously pull on my jeans. I walk out, still feeling a bit groggy. I headed towards where the noise was coming from. I walk into the kitchen and see Bowser... Cooking?! Bowser is cooking. I smile at him. He hasn't noticed me yet, but I still smile at him. I stare at him for a long moment, then he notices me. "What-a are you making?" I ask, a tired but happy smile on my face.

"O-Oh Luigi! You're awake!" He smiles at me, "I'm making pancakes. Er.. Trying to, anyways." He tilts the pan so I can see the pancakes. They're slightly burned, crisped, but they're still good enough to eat. I smile at him, and chuckle a bit.

~ SMG4's POV ~

I soon awoke from my slumber by a shriek of terror, and I looked around wildly until I saw SMG3 staring at me with wide eyes. Our eyes met, and he immediately backed away, his face a bright red.

"W-what the hell, man?!" He began, his eyes still wide.

"What do you mean?!" I shouted back.

"Y- You- You were cuddling me, you idiot!" He said, his face a dark red now.

Our eyes kept locked with each other, and I finally spoke again. "S-so?! You didn't need to scream!" I blurted out.

"Y-yeah- But, t-that's kinda gay!" SMG3 blurted out as well.

"Y-your gay!" I shot back.

He got up, and swiftly left, leaving his hat behind. Probably by accident. I waited for him to come back to get his hat for about ten minutes, until I finally picked up the purple hat, and rubbed my hand over the skull sigil. I brushed my finger over the purple, soft, silky fabric. I move my face closer to it, burying my face into the purple hat. The fabric brushed against my skin, and I couldn't help but wish for the soft embrace of SMG3 again. But for now, I could just pretend with his hat.

[bro, SMG4 is kinda...GAY?!?!] (Oml, you didn't notice that earlier?) [I did, but still] (oml Lynn...)