Hear The Music In My Soul

[Mortaray]

The sun had just began to crest over the water of the bayou when Mortaray had stirred from his hefty sleep. His multi-colored hues tried desperately to stay shut even as his sleepy gaze began to wear off. The skin walker stretched out on the bed with a loud grunt before he rolled onto his back, eyes cracking open the peer at the sunlight struck room.

He blinked once then twice chasing his sleepiness away before he made it sit up. Despite his mind being more awake then his body he shoved the covers off, stretching with a grunt and then when over to Facilier's side of the bed gently rousing him.

"Hey," He mumbled in a soft sleepily way to his partner. "You want some coffee? I can make breakfast too..."

[Dr. Facilier]

He had stayed up far too late last night, reading various books on all the voodoo and hoodoo he’d grown accustomed to since meeting that strange looking man years ago, when he was just a young boy. He couldn’t figure out what had gone wrong, besides that useless Lawrence screwing up his plans even more. He was thankful that the Loa had granted him one last shot in New Orleans, there was no doubt about that, but since he’d come back, he needed to readjust, and patch things up with the one person who actually mattered to him most.


“No need for breakfast. I’m not hungry right now.” Facilier muttered, as he sat up and stretched his back.


“But some coffee…well, I wouldn’t be complainin’.”