#seer obscura x morgan kyne

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Morgan and Seer (Desmond "Des") my beloveds. <3 <3 <3

- Morgan's Korean/American, though has little interaction with the rest of his family anymore, just for their own safety. Once he truly became aware of what his powers entailed and was registered as a Seer Obscura he was forced to distance himself from them, and now does a lot of work for DUMP and the Department generally. He often prefers dark, and stark colours. Black, white, and greys mostly litter his wardrobe, with maybe a bit of brown and such too. He just likes being very simple with his colour pallet, and black suits him really well :). It's mostly dressy too. But he tries not to wear anything too dramatic. Not much jewelry, not much cool stuff, etc. He does not want to draw attention, that's the whole point. And he loves the nighttime. Late-night walks or smokes, watching the city go by on the latest bus, or walking home in the dark. It brings him a lot of peace... darkness brings him peace in general.

- Desmond (They/Them) is African American, and quite... soft. Emotionally, and in dress. They're just a gentle, kind of anxious soul, who really wants to do good but is overwhelmed by their abilities almost constantly... it's tragic... and they have a lot of awkward tendancies like picking at their nails or playing with the hem of their outfits. They also get cold pretty easily so tend to wear heavier fabrics year round. It's not so bad that they wear heavy jackets in summer but a thicker cotton shirt or turtleneck around that time would not be out of the ordinary. Also they have a slight lazy eye. And both they and Morgan have the same teal fleck in their eyes that Blake did, but again only when using their powers.

[moronkyne]

.ೃ࿐ Seer Obscura X Morgan Kyne *ೃ༄

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Dahlia was always beautiful, but when the rain fell at night, it became something else—something softer, almost magical. The streets glistened under the dim glow of streetlights, puddles reflecting tiny fragments of the city’s soul. The California breeze carried the fresh scent of wet earth, mingling with the distant hum of waves crashing against the shore. Everything slowed down, wrapped in the gentle lull of falling raindrops.

From The Obscura’s (Morgans Listener) glass balconys smudged sliding door, Morgan watched as the mist curled over rooftops, the world hushed and dreamlike. The rain softened the city’s edges, turning hurried footsteps into quiet reflections and lonely streets into intimate moments. The night belonged to the storm, and in its quiet embrace, Morgan and his Lover felt at peace.

The apartment smelled of fresh coffee and cheap leather, the scent curling between stacks of worn books and a flickering candlelight. Morgan sank into the quiet, listening to the rain tap softly against the window, time stretching and slowing in midnight’s embrace.

Morgan sank into the fresh leather, the scent still sharp in the air as he breathed deeply, letting the quiet settle around them. Obscura lay across his lap, unmoving, their thoughts lost in the lull of exhaustion. The silence wasn’t empty—it was earned. For once, the world wasn’t pulling at them, demanding their attention, their energy, their endless, restless minds. Whether it was their bodies that needed the stillness or just the weight of their thoughts, it hardly mattered. Right now, the quiet was enough.

Morgan let his fingers brush absently through Obscura’s hair, tracing slow patterns as the quiet stretched between them. With a softness almost instinctive, he bent down, pressing a gentle kiss to their forehead—a silent offering, a wordless confession. Obscura didn’t stir, but the corners of their lips curved just slightly, as if acknowledging the moment without needing to open their eyes. The hush of the night held them close, wrapping them in its calm, the world outside feeling impossibly far away.

“I love you, Sweetheart.” Morgan reminds his lover, cringing at the new territory that was…the trial and error of impossible petnames.

“I love you too,” Obscura chuckles, “But that one’s a no.”

Morgan sighs in response, though, a smile on his blush-brushed face. “That’s another one off the list, then.”

Morgan let his head sink into the couch, eyes drifting shut as he surrendered to the storm’s quiet symphony. Raindrops played their soft melody against the windowpane, their rhythm steady, calming. As he listened, his mind wandered—sifting through every pet name he could think of. Angel felt..too grand, too weighty. And Babe didn’t quite fit, too ordinary. What about Sweetie? No, that one was sorta…creepy..?

None of them felt right. None of them belonged to them the way he wanted.

…

Well.

“My…Song?” Morgan asks, raising an eyebrow and hoping for the best. It fit, it did. It was poetic—Nostalgic. It felt too fitting if anything.

They giggle, “…pffft.”

Damnnit.

ty for reading <3 I tried my hardest ! ^.^

[empydoc]

asl user seer obscura x morgan kyne who’s learning to make things easier for them