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[25-Jul-2021] [Criminal Minds] Of the Night
Title: Of the Night
Day/Prompt: 25-July-2021
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Character/Pairing: Morgan, Reid
Rating/Warning(s): General
A fog fell heavy over the woods of eastern Massachusetts, a dusty, fallen town of nearly-dearly departed. A chill descended on their souls as they sat in the beat-up car, listening to the engine roar, faintly catching the rumble of a train somewhere far away. Head bobbing to the radio rock, Morgan passed through the darkened subdivisions where lights lit up the streets like little lanterns, passing by culverts and underpasses and the outskirts 'til there was only a green sign to greet them, directing them around to roll through the streets again.
It felt empty, ghostly, but Reid, with his strange intricacies, miraculously lit their borrowed vehicle up, and that was good enough for Morgan— both occupying him and fending off the memories that green, creek towns conjured from the dead. Spencer never so much looked up from his book as he sang along, his words gliding off thin, mesmerizing lips.
"I saw you in a way, beyond figure out..." Spencer mouthed, flipping a page, "these lines of life have been drawn and can't be removed..."
His foot tapped against the busted floor, sound echoing through the vehicle, "Our eyes is all it took to know..."
Morgan didn't really get Reid tastes, but better Queens of the Stone Age than Beethoven or Mozart. Better the guilt of associating with Josh Homme's lullabies than the headache of blasting Mozart's dulcet tunes. He became accustomed to them over time, though.
"Open up your eyes, deep blue, glassy lake," Morgan began, his head tilted as he turned down another road, "And swim till water and sky—"
"Singing along, finally?" Reid interrupted, smirking. His eyes finally flickered up, head waving to the next line.
Shrugging, Morgan laughed. Singing felt good, and Morgan never denied being a hedonist.
"Better than doin' nothing," He chuckled, "—Oh, my bloodshot eyes..."
Day/Prompt: 25-July-2021
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Character/Pairing: Morgan, Reid
Rating/Warning(s): General
A fog fell heavy over the woods of eastern Massachusetts, a dusty, fallen town of nearly-dearly departed. A chill descended on their souls as they sat in the beat-up car, listening to the engine roar, faintly catching the rumble of a train somewhere far away. Head bobbing to the radio rock, Morgan passed through the darkened subdivisions where lights lit up the streets like little lanterns, passing by culverts and underpasses and the outskirts 'til there was only a green sign to greet them, directing them around to roll through the streets again.
It felt empty, ghostly, but Reid, with his strange intricacies, miraculously lit their borrowed vehicle up, and that was good enough for Morgan— both occupying him and fending off the memories that green, creek towns conjured from the dead. Spencer never so much looked up from his book as he sang along, his words gliding off thin, mesmerizing lips.
"I saw you in a way, beyond figure out..." Spencer mouthed, flipping a page, "these lines of life have been drawn and can't be removed..."
His foot tapped against the busted floor, sound echoing through the vehicle, "Our eyes is all it took to know..."
Morgan didn't really get Reid tastes, but better Queens of the Stone Age than Beethoven or Mozart. Better the guilt of associating with Josh Homme's lullabies than the headache of blasting Mozart's dulcet tunes. He became accustomed to them over time, though.
"Open up your eyes, deep blue, glassy lake," Morgan began, his head tilted as he turned down another road, "And swim till water and sky—"
"Singing along, finally?" Reid interrupted, smirking. His eyes finally flickered up, head waving to the next line.
Shrugging, Morgan laughed. Singing felt good, and Morgan never denied being a hedonist.
"Better than doin' nothing," He chuckled, "—Oh, my bloodshot eyes..."