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I hope... god, I hope you're right about that. I want you to be.
[He wants to ask Elias about it, really, but he's very scared of the answer he might get.]
You're right, He shouldn't have gone with us instead, but He could have chosen someone like Lorraine, someone decent. You have to see why I'm concerned.
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He can't say Elias must have chosen the ones He would have minded seeing killed the least. He can't, because a child was a conduit too, because innocent people died too, because that would have been heartless too.
He closes his mouth and thinks some more.]
... What if this was a... a countermeasure? Something He had to rush through. The Fog God made a move and-- and He couldn't plan all the finer details.
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[He stops, sighs. Pushes his glasses up with his free hand to rub his eyes. This conversation is giving him that feeling of heat and pressure he gets when he's just the wrong mix of anxious and frustrated, and he hates it. It's not Marco's fault. It's his own for doubting.]
Maybe. Maybe that was it. God, I don't know.
It's done now. It's done now and it's mostly been put right. Just -- we just have to move forward. That's about all we can do.
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The latter, in particular, frightens him.]
We stop and she wins. That's always been the case.
[And yet... he's still tired.]
...Do you ever feel like it? [His voice grows quieter.] Like stopping? Does she... ever make you feel like it would just be easier to give up? [Or is he just weak?]
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... Sometimes.
[Stroking Marco's hair is by this point just as much for his own comfort as Marco's. It's a nice repetitive motion that he doesn't have to think about, something to do with his hand to keep him from fidgeting out all his stress.]
But I never -- I mean I never seriously consider it. I couldn't. I have to be doin' somethin', Marco, you know how I am. And sometimes that somethin' is restin' up so I can have enough energy to keep goin' at all, but that's still somethin'.
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Right-- Don't... Don't get me wrong. I've never seriously considered it either. Not seriously. It's just...
[It's the fact that he barely feels like working some days, it's those times when he just wants to retreat into his room and not even sleep but just sit there and listen and take it, it's the overwhelming nature of it all. It's not "just."]
... The water's relaxing. It... It's soothing. But it's also her. I mean-- I mean, it's her doing. It's my grave. It's a grave.
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Marco, honey. It's not -- it's more complicated than that. You can... [Oh, god, he's got to phrase this right.] You can take comfort in somethin' without it bein' evil. Imagine if I forced myself to stop usin' my heat lamp just because needin' heat's a snake thing and she did that to me. I'd be miserable.
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... isn't something he can just accept at face value, unfortunately.]
But you didn't care about heat lamps before. When you were human.
[The words are barely out of his mouth and he already regrets saying them. He doesn't want to imply anything about Fiddleford. He doesn't mean it. No matter who's telling him to be careful, or how loudly, or...
He wants to hold on to Fiddleford even harder.]
I-I'm sorry. I love you.
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[He leans down and presses a kiss to Marco's temple. It's not difficult at all what with being a snake, and he's glad for that. Anything that makes being affectionate with his boyfriend easier is good. It is. It is good.]
But I mean, think about it. It's not hurtin' anyone. There's parts of bein' a snake I hate. You know there are, and you've seen how hard I work to beat them down. But it's like -- it's like Elias said to me. We have to take what she's done to us and make it ours. Take all the good parts and use them. He's usin' power he stole from her and He's not evil. [He can't be.]
It's -- it's what you do with it. That's what's important.
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Marco takes a deep breath and repeats the statement to himself. Not hurting anyone. That's right. His dad... disagrees, he thinks. Maybe his mom, too. It's hard to tell. There's too much noise and he's doing all he can to focus on Fiddleford, but it's hard.]
... Right. Right, right. I need to... to try and remember that.
The line just seems so fine sometimes...
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[It hits him suddenly and with great clarity that without Marco he doesn't know where he'd be. Marco is the bright spot in his life, the reason he keeps going. No matter how long or difficult a day he has, Marco will be there at the end of it. Marco is a constant in the way that so very few things are in Ryslig.
Is it any wonder that he's so desperately invested in Marco's happiness?]
I love you, darlin'. And I'll remind you as often as you need.
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[He attempts a smile. It's not the best, but it's there.]
I-I love you too. [Marco seeks out one of Fiddleford's hands, then guides it to his face so he can plant a soft kiss - or two or three - on it.] I love you... I can't allow her to change that.
we don't even have to move this to the smut comm because it's a private inbox haHA
She won't. That's somethin' she can't take from you.
[The kisses to his hand leave his ears pink. It's not that his hands are a particularly sensitive area for him or anything, but there's something intimate about it all the same. He catches himself wishing that he didn't have inch-long claws so he could put his fingers in Marco's mouth but he pulls that thought up short. Marco's tired. Now's probably not the time.
But maybe now is an okay time to kiss one of Marco's fins? He just likes the way they flutter when he does it, that's all. It's cute.]
is that how it works, i genuinely don't know
[He sighs. This time, at least, it feels like a weight is leaving his shoulders.
And right on cue, his fin flutters at the kiss. As a nice bonus, there's a little more conviction to his smile, too. God, Fiddleford is so good.]
I MEAN I THINK? it's not in the main comm it should be fine
Love the way your fins do that. See? Somethin' like that, that's good.
[He's just gonna go ahead and give it another kiss to punctuate his point. All these monstrous additions may be worrisome in theory, but attached to Marco Evangelisti, they can be good.]
YOU KNOW ME I WORRY ABOUT THINGS
He does like his fins. Which is troublesome, the way he sees things, but at the same time - maybe he should try to keep Fiddleford's words in mind. It's cute. It feels good. It's not harmful in the slightest. It's fine.
He turns his head and cranes his neck to softly kiss Fiddleford's lips.]
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He's just going to ignore how having Marco in his coils -- on his coils, really, let's not get ahead of ourselves here -- is quite nice. The kiss is quite nice too, but that's nothing new. He's always liked kissing Marco, ever since the first time he did it.]
Oughta sit up proper, maybe, before you get a kink in your neck.
[That would kinda ruin the mood. It's a surprisingly good mood, he doesn't want it ruined.]
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[But he obliges, because yes, okay, there are more comfortable angles for kissing (he remembers that time at the lake regardless. Boy, that was strange. He tries not to think about that time at the lake). He repositions himself, sitting up and shuffling closer to where he figures Fiddleford's lap would be.
... Which, granted, is making his heart go pitter-patter just about as much as that time at the lake did.
He glances at the TV.]
... Could you turn it up a little? Just for background noise.
[Is it selfish of him if he doesn't want anyone or anything to interrupt this? He feels uneasy, but-- God, after the contrast between their conversation and what they're doing now, he just wants a break. Please.]
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He picks up the remote and turns the volume up until it's a pleasant background hum of sound, like people are speaking just a room away.]
How's that? Better?
[His voice is oddly soft, not quite what one could call 'breathless' but maybe twenty percent of the way there. He lived in a dorm once and he knows very well what it means when you turn up your TV or radio for 'background noise'.]
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About perfect.
[He takes a deep breath - it's fine, it's not selfish, it's fine - before moving in for another kiss, his arms wrapped around Fiddleford's back.]
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Let me know if it bothers you. The tail, I mean.
[He finds himself hoping that it doesn't.]
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[Now it's his turn to speak in a strange, sort of breathless voice. Even though he's looking straight at Fiddleford, his cheeks are flushing.]
It really, really doesn't. [And he adds, even quieter:] That's... That's fine, right?
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'Course it's fine. It's part of me, isn't it? It's like -- y'know I used to be put off by your coat. And then I got to love you and the coat's part of you so I love it too, just as much.
[It's hard to articulate, exactly, the way he feels about it. Sure, it's not ideal that Marco is a squid-man instead of a human, particularly because he didn't have a choice. But he's good. He's good, and so the stuff attached to him is good. It's like Elias said: they're using her power, taking what she's done to them and turning it into something good, and that's one of the greatest ways to fight back against her.]
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... There. He smiles; a quiet, sheepish laugh manages to break free.]
I'm glad to hear that. Both parts. I mean, both... both of the things you said.
[His hands slide down until they find the scales at what ought to be Fiddleford's waist. He doesn't mean for it to be sexy or anything like that, exactly; he's just exploring, letting himself feel his boyfriend's texture. Owning it, he supposes. It's not just some monster's tail, it's Fiddleford's tail, and that makes it alright.
... That said, even if he's not trying, his touch is exceptionally gentle. It might very well feel pretty nice.]
it's Time
He does kind of want them to get past this point, though. Marco's fingers are venturing dangerously close to the part of his tail that houses his genitalia and he's surprised to find that doesn't bother him as much as it might have a while ago. He spends the time Marco takes investigating his scales to figure out how to articulate exactly what he wants to say in way he's actually comfortable saying.]
I, ah. You remember when I was a troll and we talked about -- about if I ever got the tail back, and how that'd... change things.
If you wanted to see -- I wouldn't mind.
welp, shit gets NSFW here
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