That's not fair because how can Steven possibly not make a protein shake joke? Marc's fault for being so devilishly handsome and built like a brick wall and all that.
... And they are talking about this, yes. It's strange to be, but they are. Well, maybe strange isn't the right word. It's just. Sad. For both of them, but more for Marc. Steven can't help that twinge of guilt as he ducks his head down, fidgets with his hands a bit. "That nasty old bird..."
It wasn't right, doing that to Marc. He needed help, not to be encouraged into indulging all those nasty little vices, being pushed to do worse without second thought.
And Steven feels even worse for the twinge of anger he feels at that. I wrote back. He'd been a fool. An absolute fool. It doesn't matter what Marc intended to do, stringing him along, it's still just... desperately painful that his mum was a lie.
That he's-- a lie in a way.
A lie come to life, real to Marc sure, but... no therapist worth their weight would be inclined to agree with that, would they?
"She wasn't real, Marc. What I thought-- she wasn't any of that. She did terrible things to you... I hate that. I hate that I didn't get to protect you from it."
"It wasn't him. I wanted to. He just-- gave me an outlet. Made sure I didn't bust my hands laying into someone innocent." Is he defending Khonshu? Yeah, a little. He doesn't really know why. He still feels like he owes his life to him. And if Khonshu showed up tomorrow and told him he was willing to take Marc back, he's not sure he could laugh in Khonshu's face and say no without hesitation.
He'd still say no, for Steven's sake mostly. But he'd hesitate long enough for Khonshu to know that he's got Marc wrapped around his bony little finger.
"She was real to you. She was real to you and much better than the mother you would have had. I needed-- I needed you to be okay."
"Right. Without giving one bloody ounce of concern about how you were doing. He manipulated you, Marc." And he's glad he's gone and away from them, that they don't need him or his power anymore... even if he's always a bit worried about how Marc really feels about it.
Or if he'd go back the first chance he got.
"That's not how that works, is it?" He wants to tell Marc he's being selfish. He's being-- he doesn't know. He should be grateful, and he is, in a way, that Marc's protected him. But he'd have liked to protect Marc in return.
He'd have liked to not be such a bloody fool all along. "And I know now what she was, but-- never mind." They were going to have a nice night, not bicker about their mum or what choices were made.
"I would have just told him I was fine, anyway. He'd be wasting his time asking." Which somehow justifies the fact that he never asked. That he held Marc up against the light like he was some kind of bauble, studying him with a distant, scientific interest like he'd never seen goods this damaged before and wondered how he could fill those fissures and cracks to make Marc feel whole again, to lavish just enough verbal abuse the way he took it from his mother but pepper it with little praises and self-worth boosters, and leave him craving whatever positive and negative attention he could get now that there's a giant gaping hole in his life.
"I shouldn't have lied to you." But it really says a lot, the power mum still has over them, that he's flinching and uncomfortable and they're arguing over her when she's been dead for months.
"I want you to be angry with me. I want you to hit me." And it's kind of frustrating that Steven's turned out to not be that kind of man. But Marc will deal with it. "But... thanks." For being the better man, letting it go.
[Maybe Steven feels a little bad that he insisted they go home from the pub when Mr. Forward Stranger decided to grab Marc's arse and suggest they go back to his.
And by insisted, he may have been screeching in Marc's head. Just a little, tiny bit? But to be fair, that was a scary prospect, even if it was Marc in the driver's set, so-to-speak. It's selfish and stupid -- Marc should get to live his life too. But Steven would know what's happening, and he's certainly never done more than kiss, let alone have a guy's hand getting much too friendly with his... bum.
And he didn't want to just disappear for the night, go off somewhere all by his lonesome when he's gotten used to this whole package deal, this whole co-conscience thing.
It's been so much less lonely.
And he's so grateful that Marc listened and brought them home with minimal scandalized memories for the Victorian duchess alive and well inside Steven Grant. It's a miracle though that they managed to remember to do the ankle cuff before they collapsed to bed. He wasn't too successful in getting Marc to not strip down to his undies and just collapse into bed, but... well, small victories and all that.
He didn't quite expect to wake up like this though, in his bed, in his flat, but with Marc right there next to him. They're a bit... awkwardly entangled and it's. Oh, it's very awkward.
Somehow he's at least in his preferred pajamas in bed. It feels too reminiscent of the asylum, but he's rather sure they're not dead. He hopes. Oh, he hopes very much. They hadn't had that much to drink, yeah?]
Marc?
[He's trying to squirm away, but there's a leg in between his and his arm might be caught under Marc. Apparently Steven somewhere along the way mistook Marc for a teddy bear, yeah? All soft and cuddly -- except he's not really that. Well, maybe cuddly. There's just not much soft about all those muscles.]
Marc-- mm, wake up, mate. My arm...
[It's somehow both numb and tingly and he just needs to move it a wee bit, please...]
[ When Steven's voice does finally register, at least in some kind of vague, buzzed, dreamlike state, it only very belatedly occurs to Marc that it's intensely weird that he wouldn't have jolted awake the moment he was subconsciously aware that he's not alone in bed. He's had to roll straight out of bed and into a fight before, more than once, which is a big reason why he's not usually a heavy sleeper unless he's really overdone it on the alcohol. Or other things. But even then his instincts are sharp, though obviously that just doesn't count with Steven, who doesn't set off any of those alarm bells, even when this shouldn't be possible.
Some distant part of his mind, still hazy from sleep, is very secure in assuming that this has to be a dream, something conjured up in his own head, so it's actually not surprising that Steven's here too. Of course he would be. It's not a huge shock that he would be sprawled out in bed like a desperate starfish either, though this feels less random and more specifically aimed at winding them in as close to each other as they can be without... well, the actual 'being in the same body' thing. Except apparently he's settled a little too heavily on Steven's arm somewhere along the way. Weird for that to matter in a dream, but who's he to judge weird anymore?
He makes a soft noise that's somewhere between a grunt and a sigh, pushing against his elbow to relieve the pressure on the pinned arm, but the move does mean his face is nuzzled in against the back of Steven's neck in a way that would absolutely be awkward if he were awake enough to think about it at the moment. But he's not, and he's not sure he wants to be.
This feels nice, and maybe he just wants to hang onto that a little while longer without ruining it by overthinking the whole thing. If Steven doesn't beat him to it. ]
Don't wanna wake up yet. [ He grumbles, his breath warm on Steven's neck, just in case everyone here wasn't fully aware of his stance on this at the moment. ]
[There's a relieved, happy sigh when Marc moves his weight a bit and Steven can move his arm a bit--
Which is what he intends to do until Marc is nuzzling into his neck and he just kind of wants to melt. He lets out a soft noise, lets his eyes drift shut when breath brushes over his skin. Oh-- this is nice. This is very nice.]
Mm... [Okay. He can let him sleep-- but Steven is squirming a little restlessly, scooting as close to Marc as he can.
He so desperately wants to drift back off, but-- he's awake enough to wonder just... what's happening, and to think maybe-- this isn't okay. Should they just be sleeping here when things are... next level weird? They shouldn't be cuddling.]
[ If Marc bothered to really think about this at all maybe the weirdness of Steven being here instead of a presence only in his own mind and peeking through reflections at him would be enough to pull him out of the comfortable, lazily affectionate mood that he's in, still hovering on the edge of sleep. But confronting uncomfortable truths isn't really his style, he's much more likely to avoid getting caught up in any of that for as long as possible, and he likes this.
It was weird before, yeah, when he finally got to wrap his arms around Steven for the first time, and even though they'd been preoccupied at the time he got used to it a lot more quickly than he might have expected to. And it felt good, not having to peer through windows at each other or have one of them relegated to just a voice, and this feels good too. Better, actually.
He didn't mean to breathe down Steven's neck like that, it's just where his face happened to end up, and the noise Steven makes is... well, it hits different, and the way Steven squirms up against him is drawing even more attention to that fact.
[Oh, so much worrying and retyping everything and then worrying about how Marc will take it after he's read it. Happy? Sad? Frustrated with Steven for-- some reason.]
Just... wanted to.
[Maybe he thought Marc deserves some affection. He never got much growing up, did he? And Steven just... wants Marc to know he's loved. Or that Steven is glad he's around now.
Maybe he just feels bad for how he openly wished Marc would go away in the beginning, said such mean things to him. He still thinks he had a right to be upset, but Steven isn't the sort of person who wants to be mean to anybody.]
[Those things Steven said...echoed how Marc saw himself at the time. That had been his plan, hadn't it? To "go away" once his business with Khonshu was over?
Here's the secret, though--the one Marc will burn with till they're back in the afterlife: Marc never really saw Steven as a person until their time in the Duat. It took being split apart, seeing certain memories from an outside perspective, being able to see and touch and hold Steven in a way he'd never thought possible, for it to really sink in that Steven wasn't just his maladaptive coping mechanism and was an actual fucking person. And he still feels ashamed that it took so long--and literally dying--for him to realize this.
So yeah, they've both got baggage. Things they've thought and said about each other and done to each other that they feel bad about. Doesn't mean things can't change, though, right? Doesn't mean they can't love each other, or be the best things in each other's lives.]
What do you want for dinner? I'm not cooking, but I can do takeaway.
[And...flowers? Marc's not a flowers kinda guy, but that seems like something Steven would like. Maybe something bright to match Steven's personality, like tulips or daisies. The thought of Steven's face lighting up when he sees them sells it: he's getting Steven flowers.
Marc is more of an action guy. It'd be easier for him to show Steven how he feels than to tell him.]
[Steven isn't-- he's not sure how he sees himself anymore. He was made up, by Marc, to be quite possibly the worst childhood protector of all time. He's not brave or tough, not like Marc turned out to be. He's awkward and no one likes him and--
Okay, he has a new skillset now, but look at what it cost them to get it.
One day, Marc won't really need his imaginary stress ball anymore. He'll get better -- Steven has to believe that, even if the idea of disappearing scares the life out of him. But until then-- he can have this. He can... be there.
He can take care of Marc, and be happy to spend some time with him.]
[Oh...it's a good thing Marc doesn't know Steven thinks things like that, because his heart would fucking shatter. He was willing to spend eternity frozen in sand with Steven rather than be without him, and it doesn't even fucking matter if he needs him, because he wants him. He chooses him. And he can't imagine ever not wanting or choosing him.
But Marc doesn't know Steven has those thoughts, so he goes about planning an embarrassingly stereotypical evening. Dinner, flowers...candles? Shit, why not go all the way with it? Marc's never been with the kind of person who's into flowers and candlelight, but Steven seems like that type.
Not that he's "with" Steven. He's not even quite sure what his intention is as he walks home from the flower shop. Every time he passes a bin, he's tempted to throw the bouquet in it. Just picking up food would be smarter. Picking up dinner doesn't come with connotations in and of itself. But when paired with flowers? That could send a message he's not sure he's ready to send yet, and he's not sure Steven is ready to receive yet.
But something keeps the flowers in his hand, and he puts them in water when he gets home.]
not necessarily i don't feel half as tired as i used to even if i'm keeping you up late that said we don't have to go at it all night unless you want to
[ His ego isn't so delicate as to be offended at the mere implication that he couldn't go all night, and even if it was he can't imagine feeling genuinely defensive like that around Steven anymore. ]
i thought you might like that but i wasn't going to ask you to do all the work either
Well, staying up all night listening to you is much better than reading or puzzles, yeah? You've already got me awake and thinking about other things anyway.
[And Steven can't-- deny he's rather enthusiastic when it comes to finding ways to please Marc, in breaking down his that stoic outside just a little.]
all that was just distractions to keep you awake anyway wasn't it
[ Marc's just as enthusiastic about it, and he thinks that Steven knows that despite that tough exterior and his tendency not to let his emotions show. He's been smiling more despite himself, and reaching out just to touch Steven even when it's just an platonic kind of passing touch.
... And the very non-platonic ones are pretty damn good too. ]
that's as far as i got before i texted you just your mouth on me, or mine on you or both and the noises you'd make for me
[His nerves are riding kinda high right now, but-- Steven's been quiet all day, off to whatever bit of their brain he goes when he's not in control and when he isn't present. Maybe he's just having himself a long nap, who knows. Doesn't matter, not when Marc's put himself to use setting up a full-length mirror beside the bed, put a few more around the flat here and there so maybe.
Maybe they'll get to see each other a little more... properly.
It's not the same as being face to face, not like in the Duat. But this is going to require some compromise if they want to give this sort of... relationship... thing a go.
And all Marc can do is hope Steven doesn't end up resenting him for it later, hating him.
A little late to give into nerves now as he sits on the edge of the bed, hands nervously placed on his knees as he stares into the reflection.]
[It's strange not fronting but being aware of it, being in a place where he's just bordering on conscious but not quite. Steven is still getting used to it at all but the idea of "resting" while Marc is in control of the body doesn't feel as terrifying as it once did. For what it's worth, Steven is glad to give Marc more time to exist without him, to take care of... whatever it is he takes care of in his day to day.
That being said, when he senses Marc calling out to him, needing him, he surfaces almost immediately.
He blinks while taking in his surroundings, or at least whatever he's consciously aware of through the mirror. Marc is sitting there waiting for him and Steven smiles warmly, raising a hand up from the reflection, his shoulders naturally haunching a bit more than Marc's stature.]
Cheers, mate. Are you alright? [It's then he realizes this angle toward the bed is new and his eyebrows rise up, peering around as if he can see beyond this space.] Well, this is new...
Huh? Yeah. I'm alright. [Aside from the fact that, you know, his nerves are spiking right now at the look Steven's giving his bed. He bites at his lower lip idly, shifting his weight a little bit.]
Is it too much? Just, uh. You know. Thought... we could at least see each other. [And not just for-- the raunchy stuff they'd talked about. Just-- in general.]
Who says I have to stay there all the time? I have no plans of ending my own acquisitions. But I wouldn't mind stopping in. Seeing how you both are. You both need someone to check in on you.
I don't want to uproot Steven, either. If you're still married to me, he's married to me. If we're all into this together, we should at least spend some time together. Sort of live together.
You think either one of them will be okay with the blood I've put on their hands? Marc can't go a day without whining about his guilt. Steven doesn't have it in him at all.
They don't get what we need to be and they don't want to deal with Khonshu. So I'll do it and clean up all the messes, you know? And they can just keep in denial about what the blackouts really mean.
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That's not fair because how can Steven possibly not make a protein shake joke? Marc's fault for being so devilishly handsome and built like a brick wall and all that.
... And they are talking about this, yes. It's strange to be, but they are. Well, maybe strange isn't the right word. It's just. Sad. For both of them, but more for Marc. Steven can't help that twinge of guilt as he ducks his head down, fidgets with his hands a bit. "That nasty old bird..."
It wasn't right, doing that to Marc. He needed help, not to be encouraged into indulging all those nasty little vices, being pushed to do worse without second thought.
And Steven feels even worse for the twinge of anger he feels at that. I wrote back. He'd been a fool. An absolute fool. It doesn't matter what Marc intended to do, stringing him along, it's still just... desperately painful that his mum was a lie.
That he's-- a lie in a way.
A lie come to life, real to Marc sure, but... no therapist worth their weight would be inclined to agree with that, would they?
"She wasn't real, Marc. What I thought-- she wasn't any of that. She did terrible things to you... I hate that. I hate that I didn't get to protect you from it."
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He'd still say no, for Steven's sake mostly. But he'd hesitate long enough for Khonshu to know that he's got Marc wrapped around his bony little finger.
"She was real to you. She was real to you and much better than the mother you would have had. I needed-- I needed you to be okay."
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Or if he'd go back the first chance he got.
"That's not how that works, is it?" He wants to tell Marc he's being selfish. He's being-- he doesn't know. He should be grateful, and he is, in a way, that Marc's protected him. But he'd have liked to protect Marc in return.
He'd have liked to not be such a bloody fool all along. "And I know now what she was, but-- never mind." They were going to have a nice night, not bicker about their mum or what choices were made.
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"I shouldn't have lied to you." But it really says a lot, the power mum still has over them, that he's flinching and uncomfortable and they're arguing over her when she's been dead for months.
"I want you to be angry with me. I want you to hit me." And it's kind of frustrating that Steven's turned out to not be that kind of man. But Marc will deal with it. "But... thanks." For being the better man, letting it go.
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I forgot the word for pregnancy test 😮💨
lmao it's okay, I got you!! Marc probably would call it that 😤
Eloquence is not his strong suit 🤷♂️
He's going to scandalize Steven 😬
How does Steven think these things work? 🤔
Technically, he wasn't even born that way 🙄
maybe just sleep it off ; moonknighted
And by insisted, he may have been screeching in Marc's head. Just a little, tiny bit? But to be fair, that was a scary prospect, even if it was Marc in the driver's set, so-to-speak. It's selfish and stupid -- Marc should get to live his life too. But Steven would know what's happening, and he's certainly never done more than kiss, let alone have a guy's hand getting much too friendly with his... bum.
And he didn't want to just disappear for the night, go off somewhere all by his lonesome when he's gotten used to this whole package deal, this whole co-conscience thing.
It's been so much less lonely.
And he's so grateful that Marc listened and brought them home with minimal scandalized memories for the Victorian duchess alive and well inside Steven Grant. It's a miracle though that they managed to remember to do the ankle cuff before they collapsed to bed. He wasn't too successful in getting Marc to not strip down to his undies and just collapse into bed, but... well, small victories and all that.
He didn't quite expect to wake up like this though, in his bed, in his flat, but with Marc right there next to him. They're a bit... awkwardly entangled and it's. Oh, it's very awkward.
Somehow he's at least in his preferred pajamas in bed. It feels too reminiscent of the asylum, but he's rather sure they're not dead. He hopes. Oh, he hopes very much. They hadn't had that much to drink, yeah?]
Marc?
[He's trying to squirm away, but there's a leg in between his and his arm might be caught under Marc. Apparently Steven somewhere along the way mistook Marc for a teddy bear, yeah? All soft and cuddly -- except he's not really that. Well, maybe cuddly. There's just not much soft about all those muscles.]
Marc-- mm, wake up, mate. My arm...
[It's somehow both numb and tingly and he just needs to move it a wee bit, please...]
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Some distant part of his mind, still hazy from sleep, is very secure in assuming that this has to be a dream, something conjured up in his own head, so it's actually not surprising that Steven's here too. Of course he would be. It's not a huge shock that he would be sprawled out in bed like a desperate starfish either, though this feels less random and more specifically aimed at winding them in as close to each other as they can be without... well, the actual 'being in the same body' thing. Except apparently he's settled a little too heavily on Steven's arm somewhere along the way. Weird for that to matter in a dream, but who's he to judge weird anymore?
He makes a soft noise that's somewhere between a grunt and a sigh, pushing against his elbow to relieve the pressure on the pinned arm, but the move does mean his face is nuzzled in against the back of Steven's neck in a way that would absolutely be awkward if he were awake enough to think about it at the moment. But he's not, and he's not sure he wants to be.
This feels nice, and maybe he just wants to hang onto that a little while longer without ruining it by overthinking the whole thing. If Steven doesn't beat him to it. ]
Don't wanna wake up yet. [ He grumbles, his breath warm on Steven's neck, just in case everyone here wasn't fully aware of his stance on this at the moment. ]
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Which is what he intends to do until Marc is nuzzling into his neck and he just kind of wants to melt. He lets out a soft noise, lets his eyes drift shut when breath brushes over his skin. Oh-- this is nice. This is very nice.]
Mm... [Okay. He can let him sleep-- but Steven is squirming a little restlessly, scooting as close to Marc as he can.
He so desperately wants to drift back off, but-- he's awake enough to wonder just... what's happening, and to think maybe-- this isn't okay. Should they just be sleeping here when things are... next level weird? They shouldn't be cuddling.]
Marc, we shouldn't...
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It was weird before, yeah, when he finally got to wrap his arms around Steven for the first time, and even though they'd been preoccupied at the time he got used to it a lot more quickly than he might have expected to. And it felt good, not having to peer through windows at each other or have one of them relegated to just a voice, and this feels good too. Better, actually.
He didn't mean to breathe down Steven's neck like that, it's just where his face happened to end up, and the noise Steven makes is... well, it hits different, and the way Steven squirms up against him is drawing even more attention to that fact.
But he's still not trying to pull away. ]
Shouldn't what?
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twofish ;
[Oh, so much worrying and retyping everything and then worrying about how Marc will take it after he's read it. Happy? Sad? Frustrated with Steven for-- some reason.]
Just... wanted to.
[Maybe he thought Marc deserves some affection. He never got much growing up, did he? And Steven just... wants Marc to know he's loved. Or that Steven is glad he's around now.
Maybe he just feels bad for how he openly wished Marc would go away in the beginning, said such mean things to him. He still thinks he had a right to be upset, but Steven isn't the sort of person who wants to be mean to anybody.]
I just wanted to make sure you knew, that's all.
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Here's the secret, though--the one Marc will burn with till they're back in the afterlife: Marc never really saw Steven as a person until their time in the Duat. It took being split apart, seeing certain memories from an outside perspective, being able to see and touch and hold Steven in a way he'd never thought possible, for it to really sink in that Steven wasn't just his maladaptive coping mechanism and was an actual fucking person. And he still feels ashamed that it took so long--and literally dying--for him to realize this.
So yeah, they've both got baggage. Things they've thought and said about each other and done to each other that they feel bad about. Doesn't mean things can't change, though, right? Doesn't mean they can't love each other, or be the best things in each other's lives.]
What do you want for dinner? I'm not cooking, but I can do takeaway.
[And...flowers? Marc's not a flowers kinda guy, but that seems like something Steven would like. Maybe something bright to match Steven's personality, like tulips or daisies. The thought of Steven's face lighting up when he sees them sells it: he's getting Steven flowers.
Marc is more of an action guy. It'd be easier for him to show Steven how he feels than to tell him.]
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Okay, he has a new skillset now, but look at what it cost them to get it.
One day, Marc won't really need his imaginary stress ball anymore. He'll get better -- Steven has to believe that, even if the idea of disappearing scares the life out of him. But until then-- he can have this. He can... be there.
He can take care of Marc, and be happy to spend some time with him.]
Place on the corner?
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But Marc doesn't know Steven has those thoughts, so he goes about planning an embarrassingly stereotypical evening. Dinner, flowers...candles? Shit, why not go all the way with it? Marc's never been with the kind of person who's into flowers and candlelight, but Steven seems like that type.
Not that he's "with" Steven. He's not even quite sure what his intention is as he walks home from the flower shop. Every time he passes a bin, he's tempted to throw the bouquet in it. Just picking up food would be smarter. Picking up dinner doesn't come with connotations in and of itself. But when paired with flowers? That could send a message he's not sure he's ready to send yet, and he's not sure Steven is ready to receive yet.
But something keeps the flowers in his hand, and he puts them in water when he gets home.]
Ok I picked up food
[Anyway, again: words aren't his strong suit.]
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moonknighted ; tfln overflow
Oh, I imagine it's quite past the time of worrying whether we'll be up all night, yeah?
[Somebody has his thoughts going... elsewhere, after all.]
But that sounds like a brilliant start, love.
On your back for me.
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i don't feel half as tired as i used to even if i'm keeping you up late
that said we don't have to go at it all night
unless you want to
[ His ego isn't so delicate as to be offended at the mere implication that he couldn't go all night, and even if it was he can't imagine feeling genuinely defensive like that around Steven anymore. ]
i thought you might like that
but i wasn't going to ask you to do all the work either
[ Since he's the one who can't sleep here.]
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You've already got me awake and thinking about other things anyway.
[And Steven can't-- deny he's rather enthusiastic when it comes to finding ways to please Marc, in breaking down his that stoic outside just a little.]
Yeah? What else did you have in mind, love?
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[ Marc's just as enthusiastic about it, and he thinks that Steven knows that despite that tough exterior and his tendency not to let his emotions show. He's been smiling more despite himself, and reaching out just to touch Steven even when it's just an platonic kind of passing touch.
... And the very non-platonic ones are pretty damn good too. ]
that's as far as i got before i texted you
just your mouth on me, or mine on you
or both
and the noises you'd make for me
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mirror selves ; spktr
Maybe they'll get to see each other a little more... properly.
It's not the same as being face to face, not like in the Duat. But this is going to require some compromise if they want to give this sort of... relationship... thing a go.
And all Marc can do is hope Steven doesn't end up resenting him for it later, hating him.
A little late to give into nerves now as he sits on the edge of the bed, hands nervously placed on his knees as he stares into the reflection.]
Steven? You there, buddy?
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That being said, when he senses Marc calling out to him, needing him, he surfaces almost immediately.
He blinks while taking in his surroundings, or at least whatever he's consciously aware of through the mirror. Marc is sitting there waiting for him and Steven smiles warmly, raising a hand up from the reflection, his shoulders naturally haunching a bit more than Marc's stature.]
Cheers, mate. Are you alright? [It's then he realizes this angle toward the bed is new and his eyebrows rise up, peering around as if he can see beyond this space.] Well, this is new...
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Is it too much? Just, uh. You know. Thought... we could at least see each other. [And not just for-- the raunchy stuff they'd talked about. Just-- in general.]
Thought it'd be nice.
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Overflow | TFLN should not be this SRS, leave it to them
Who says I have to stay there all the time? I have no plans of ending my own acquisitions. But I wouldn't mind stopping in. Seeing how you both are. You both need someone to check in on you.
I don't want to uproot Steven, either. If you're still married to me, he's married to me. If we're all into this together, we should at least spend some time together. Sort of live together.
They're good at this, yes 😤
[And he'd just-- like Layla around, regardless.]
we can probably wrap, lol
I may wander to take care of what I need to, but I'm not going anywhere.
[Most certainly not on paper, and not emotionally, either.]
yes, probably!
Wrapping
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tfln overflow; freakymagoo
You think either one of them will be okay with the blood I've put on their hands? Marc can't go a day without whining about his guilt. Steven doesn't have it in him at all.
They don't get what we need to be and they don't want to deal with Khonshu. So I'll do it and clean up all the messes, you know? And they can just keep in denial about what the blackouts really mean.
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You can't keep this up forever.
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Been managing okay so far. You really want me to what, pop out in the mirror and say hello?
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