RENT: Morning Sounds
Title: Morning Sounds
Fandom: RENT
Characters/Pairing: Mark
Word Count: 203
Rating/Warnings: PG
Summary: There’s something different about the morning sounds in the loft on June 5th, 1995
Notes: This is 24-verse, as nearly as I can tell. Sometimes Mark likes to lie to me. This is also going on the assumption that RENT starts on Dec. 24, 1995.
Disclaimer: I don’t own it!
It was quiet.
That was the first thing Mark thought when he woke up on June 5th. There was no sound of Collins snoring, probably because the anarchist was likely sitting on his bed reading some philosophy journal like he had been when Mark had fallen asleep. There was no sound of Roger complaining, trying to wake up, telling everyone who talked to him to fuck off, because he had locked himself in his room and there was no one trying to get him to come out. There was no sound of Maureen murmuring in her sleep or rolling over, ever the late sleeper, because she’d gone out last night and hadn’t come back, not that Mark entirely blamed her. And, most noticeably, there were no kitchen sounds. No one making coffee, eggs, pancakes, humming as they did the dishes and ready to greet anyone who happened to wake up with a cheerful ‘good morning’ and a coffee fixed how they liked it. No petite brunette to joke with as he ate his cereal, going in and waking Roger up by 10:00, when she left for work at the diner. No April.
There was just silence, and it made Mark want to scream.
Fandom: RENT
Characters/Pairing: Mark
Word Count: 203
Rating/Warnings: PG
Summary: There’s something different about the morning sounds in the loft on June 5th, 1995
Notes: This is 24-verse, as nearly as I can tell. Sometimes Mark likes to lie to me. This is also going on the assumption that RENT starts on Dec. 24, 1995.
Disclaimer: I don’t own it!
It was quiet.
That was the first thing Mark thought when he woke up on June 5th. There was no sound of Collins snoring, probably because the anarchist was likely sitting on his bed reading some philosophy journal like he had been when Mark had fallen asleep. There was no sound of Roger complaining, trying to wake up, telling everyone who talked to him to fuck off, because he had locked himself in his room and there was no one trying to get him to come out. There was no sound of Maureen murmuring in her sleep or rolling over, ever the late sleeper, because she’d gone out last night and hadn’t come back, not that Mark entirely blamed her. And, most noticeably, there were no kitchen sounds. No one making coffee, eggs, pancakes, humming as they did the dishes and ready to greet anyone who happened to wake up with a cheerful ‘good morning’ and a coffee fixed how they liked it. No petite brunette to joke with as he ate his cereal, going in and waking Roger up by 10:00, when she left for work at the diner. No April.
There was just silence, and it made Mark want to scream.