mind and photo session I

I cannot not love him.

The way my body reacts to the mere presence of him, is undeniable. I urge to be closer to him. The way my heart beats when he's with me, the way it races when he's touching me, when I can touch him.. it's addictive. He is what I can never get enough of. The way he leans his head to the side, to answer my kiss in his intoxicant manner. The feeling of pressing my chest to him, embracing him with every part of my body possible, with every part of my soul imaginable. It's what I live for.

I can just stare at him. I can just love him more with every second, with every breath he makes. The way he's giving in to me, the way he's surrendering himself to me, it's making me feel loved. But he knows, I've long ago commited myself completely to him. When we look at us like that, surrendered and drunk from ourselves, sometimes he tips his head to the side, and the way his jaw connects to his ear, in a line that continues, goes down, past his beautiful, silky blond hair and back to his nape, there's nothing I can do, but stare at him. And love him, with all I've got.

My favourite sight of him, is the way his face looks when we part from a kiss. I know he wants it forever, I know he's wondering, from time to time, if it's possible to love more than we already do. Like I wonder, too. I love the observing look in his eyes. I love the way his fair, golden hair glides down the side of his face, in it's perfect manner, even after such a kiss.. I love his jade green eyes connecting to mine. I love his little snub nose, and every breath it makes. What I most love about him right then, are his lips. The way he lets them open, as if to show me that my lips and my tongue are about to enter them again. The way his lips are curved, their fullness and their taste, the little hint of a smile at their edge. He's driving me insane.

So I kiss him again. And I will kiss him again, every time he lets me. I kiss every part of his face I can think of. While our lips are entangled, I breathe him in while I can. I breathe the delicate scent of his breath, I take the scent of his skin in, I want to memorize the smell of him, I want to be part of his perfection, I want to be a part of him, so I would be where he is, wherever he is, forever. I don't care what's around us, when we're like this. The world could end, but if I'm still with him, I wouldn't bother.

I know, he's too beautiful to be real. But I don't want to think about something like this. I can't even think at all, when he looks at me like he does now. I try to grasp his presence, I try to make him mine for as long as there's existence. I touch him, and something inside me knows, that I should value it, because it's more precious than I can know right then.

And all I can do, is stare at him..

..and love him. Love him more. And take his love in return.

"I just.. love you."

the mort chronicles part III

It was difficult, but they managed to find their way back to some sort of normality. James and Liam graduated, Naz just started going to high school, and little Liz grew up to a charming little Lady. The house hasn't lost life, even though their parents are gone.

Secretly, and only in the familiarity of their dark, shared room, James and Liam gave in to every feeling they've been holding back for a long time. Giving in to lust but, more importantly, giving in to this love, that couldn't be restrained anymore. After a while, they didn't even care anymore if their siblings found out. They should be able to live with it, if they wanted to continue live with the two of them at all. They never stopped being brothers. They never stopped having even a certain parental care for each other. They weren't just 'lovers'. They were the embodiments of the ultimate unified love itself, crossing all and every line there is to cross.

Elizabeth grew up accustomed to her brothers' unusual relationship, she didn't think too much about it. When she talked openly about it to Naz, he seemed worried that it would affect her and have a bad influence on her. He decided to go talk to James about it.


But of course, he wouldn't find James alone for a minute. James was always where Liam was, and vice versa. They were sitting downstairs in the lounge, entwined around each other, not saying a word as Nazareth came in the room. They were only looking at each other, faces so close and from time to time one of them would just touch the other's lips with his own, mostly it was James it seemed, but then, as soon as he let go, Liam was craving back for the touch. Even though they weren't alone, they didn't notice Nazareth coming into the room at all. Nazareth himself couldn't help but stare at the togetherness of the two. The intimacy was literally overwhelming, and he soon forgot his plans about telling them to stop their behaviour. How could he ever banish this?
Then Lizzy entered the room, and they all four sat down, face to face with each other. James and Liam seemed at ease with everything, maybe still in their own bubble, but this time they at least reacted to their environment. However, Naz was still worried about his sister, but she was okay with it, for her it was normal.

This is, what we call, the quite before the storm.

the mort chronicles part II

It was a fun and happy time at the Mort's home during these years. James and Liam were growing up wonderfully, they shared a strong bond, even if their very little brother Nazareth II was being left out most of the time, he was still too young to understand it really. No one knew, how strong the bond between James and Liam really and truly was, even at that time..


Then happened, what no one expected. Flora got pregnant for a forth time, and even the doctor's seemed positive, that it would be a little girl this time. Flora's sons were growing up fastly, there would be quite some difference in age between them and their little sister, except for Nazareth II, he'll be closer to his sister than to his brothers, since James and Liam always kept to themselves.



During a cold winter's night, 'Elizabeth' was finally born. The last child and only daughter of Flora and Nazareth Mort. Pampered and loved by everyone, it seemed that she would have a sheltered childhood.
James and Liam were allowed to share a room. Flora and Naz didn't think it would be awkward or wrong to let them enjoy their unique bond as brothers, even though they knew they were sleeping in the same bed, they never thought of it in a seriously romantic way. The truth was, the relationship between James and Liam was serious and romantic, even if not sexual yet, the tension and the sparks between them were inevitable.


Then happened something, that would change the lives of the Mort's forever. Nazareth and Flora were caught in a fire during a journey abroad, and couldn't be saved on time. They died in this fire, both at a too young age, leaving behind their four children to live on their own.

The police came by to tell them the terrible news. James and Liam were still teenagers, Nazareth II was barely ten years old and little Elizabeth was two. At this point, no one really knew, if they would be able to make it through this hard time, to survive, and to stay together as a family, for they are all that's left to each other.

the mort chronicles part I

Flora and Nazareth Mort were a newly married couple who moved to Sunset Valley, to start a completely new life together. Earlier they've both been living in another town, but they've run away together, because of an old family feud that was impeding their love, needless to say them marrying each other. Flora's one of the descendants of the ancient Sylvan family, whose history tells the story of an old, beginningless feud against the Mort family. And now, that the line was crossed, they had to escape their old life, and they moved to an old, abandoned mansion in Sunset Valley.

Soon after, their first son was born. They named him 'James'. He was the mirror image of his father, but had the typical, faintly verdant skin of a Sylvan. With the birth of James, happy times were brought to this old house. A child's innocent spirit does miracles to even the darkest of places.
Shortly after, their second son 'Liam' was born. One could say, he was the exact opposite of his brother. He had the same green eyes and fair hair like Flora, but got his father's azure skintone. James dearly loved his little brother and tried to protect him from every possible danger, even though both of them were still so little.

Flora gave birth to her third child, only one year later. He was an exact replica of his father's, only his green eyes could tell he was Flora's son too. They named him 'Nazareth II'. Though, Flora was desperately wishing for a little girl, but it seemed like she wasn't meant to have her will at this.