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Post by Shea on Jul 9, 2014 4:26:44 GMT
Markus collapsed easily into the bed he claimed as his own in the Russian woman's bar/inn. He'd replaced the mattress recently, and he sunk into it with a soft groan. He was so exhausted. There was no way that was meant to be preformed by mortals.
Taking a sip of the whiskey Bryant have given him, he absentmindedly wiped at his nose. When it came away with blood, he wasn't surprised. It happened, with the stronger incantations. He grabbed a tissue from the bedside table and held it until the flow stopped, and then he drank more.
He had no idea how to even broach the subject of Daeven's past to Bryant. The hunter had to know. But he hadn't told him. Why? What reason would he had to hide it? Unless Daeven didn't want anyone knowing. Unless he asked Bryant to keep it quiet.
He tried to tell himself it wasn't his business. But Bryant and his life had become his business. Or... well, what he wanted to be his business. He knew the other was his own person. But it didn't stop the jealousy, or the insecurity.
He drank more, tossing the strained tissue across the room. It bounced off the rim of the trashcan there and landed on the floor. "Fuck it," he sighed, throwing an arm over his face and closing his eyes.
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 9, 2014 4:39:59 GMT
Bryant took the stairs with a sigh, he hadn't done a damn thing but brood and he was already exhausted. He was prepared to find markus still drinking from his flask and laid back on the bed. He'd had this whole spiel planned but now that he was standing there, the door closed behind him, he couldn't think of a damn thing to say. All of it felt..wrong. Like it was unnatural coming from his mouth.
When he finally moved to walk farther into the room, he noticed the tissue, picking it up and tossing it into the bin. Bloody nose. A worry crept up his spine and he took a breath. His jaw set for a moment before the words came out. "Hey...." And then he was moving closer, sitting on the bed. "You alright?" And that was it. The thank you he'd meant to give him, the speech about just walking off before...none of it came to him, just those words of awkward worry.
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Post by Shea on Jul 9, 2014 4:47:06 GMT
Markus heard Bryant walk into the room. He heard him close the door. He felt him sit on the bed. But he didn't move, didn't take his arm away from his eyes. Moving seemed like too much effort. Even drinking more of the whiskey seemed like too much effort right then.
He was waiting for Bryant to yell at him for walking out earlier, for ignoring him and not allowing him a kiss. When he asked if he was alright, instead, Markus let out a snort of a laugh. "Fine. Just tired. You know how this goes," he told him. It was true.
Aside from the headache being a little worse, and bleeding a little more, he didn't feel any different than he did after any other exorcism. "How's Daeven?" he asked. He'd be damned if he found out the demon... no, the fucking fallen angel, had died after all the work he just did. "He looked pretty fucked up."
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 9, 2014 5:00:27 GMT
"He's alright. Willow's looking after him. She's too soft for this kinda stuff. It's a fucking miracle she doesn't even have a single fucking scratch on her." Bryant took the flask, taking a swig before tossing it onto the bedside table.After he'd cast aside the flask, Bryant took Markus' wrist and pulled his arm away from his face, looking don at the exhausted hunter.
He didn't kno ho to say it so he just...let it out the best way he could. "You did good. Thank you for not just killing his ass and being done with it."Bryant brushed his own hair out of his face and chuckled a little weakly. "God knows I've wanted to kill his ass a few times."
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Post by Shea on Jul 9, 2014 5:05:17 GMT
Markus mad a noncommittal noise. Innocent though she might be, if she insisted on being part of this world, she'd toughen up sooner or later. She was Yvaine's daughter, after all. She'd adapt. It would suck, sure, but she'd be okay. Markus wasn't really worried about her.
"Hey," he growled, when Bryant moved his arm from his face, but he let him. It was a hell of a lot brighter than he remembered it being... and he'd be lying if he said the compliment hadn't very nearly floored him. "Uh," he said, eloquently. "I... yeah, you're welcome. I know what he means to you. And he's a shithead, but he didn't deserve that hex taking him over. So. Don't worry about it."
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 9, 2014 10:35:15 GMT
As the compliment settled over Markus and he stumbled over a way to respond, Bryant too the opening, pushing his arm back against the bed and looming over the blonde hunter. He thought about snapping at him, now, for earlier...but instead he just leaned down to take his lips. If markus didn't want him to kiss him, he'd push him away.
"Don't walk away from me like that, alright? You pain in the ass. I was having a moment." He smiled a little, trying to show he wasn't angry before kissing him again. Some of his own worry seeping into that kiss as he did so. He knew Markus was tough, and he was there if he needed to heal him...but humans were fragile and this human....this human would leave him a fucking mess if he died.
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Post by Shea on Jul 9, 2014 15:29:07 GMT
He had every intention of pushing him away, his hands going up to lay flat against the healer's chest... but he didn't. Why bother fighting? If Bryant didn't want to fight, then why would Markus press the issue? Because he didn't want to fight, either. Sure, he wanted some answers. Sure, he sometimes wanted a little more acknowledgement of what was between them then he got. But he didn't want to fight over it.
Relaxing into the kiss, his hands slid down the other's chest and stomach to his hips. When Bryant finally drew away, he raised an eyebrow. "You, having a moment? Other than brief moments of insanity and bloodlust, we both know you don't have those. We both know WE don't have those." He leaned back against the pillow, looking over the healer's handsome face. "Do appreciate you not punching me, though. You looked about ready to."
And if that had happened, he somehow felt like they'd never speak to each other again. It made his fingers tightened over the other's hip bones.
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 9, 2014 16:11:25 GMT
Bryant's brow furrowed. "Punch you over Daeven? I know i'm not exactly A-class boyfriend material but that might be fucking pushing it." The healer said, releasing Markus'arm. He was right, they didn't have 'moments'. Not most times. Maybe that's why it annoyed him so damn much. He hadn't professed his undying love, but for him...in that moment it was something. He'd even fucking called him babe. When did he do that? Or maybe Markus found him as fucking stupid as he found himself.
Sighing he flopped down on the bed beside him, rolling a shoulder in a shrug. "If I punch you it'll be over somethin' else. Something you deserved to get punched over. I'm not gonna coddle you...but I'm not that much of a son of a bitch to do it right then."
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Post by Shea on Jul 9, 2014 16:37:17 GMT
Markus turned his head to look at him, an amused smiling pulling at his lips. "I'll try to remember that when you finally punch me. That I must have deserved it." He rolled his eyes. Sometimes, he wondered if it would ever come to blows between them. That one day they'd set each other off so bad there wouldn't be any way to repair it.
Instead turned onto his side, raising himself up on an elbow. "Boyfriend, huh? That's news to me," he told him. That'd never talked about anything when it came to what was going on. Sure, they fucked. He knew Bryant cared for him, considering he'd actually used his powers to save his life. And there was an unspoken rule of not going to anyone else's bed. But still. Boyfriend? With anyone else, sure, it made sense. But honestly, nothing about them made sense.
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 9, 2014 16:49:17 GMT
"That's the term people use these days right? ~boyfriend~" Bryant scoffed. "with as jealous as you get and as stupid as I get over you we might as well ca it something. Pretty fucking sure the russian says we're like an old married couple but I think boyfriend suits a whole lot better than that."He brushed back his hair, suddenly feeling exhausted.
Sure, he hadn't just exorcised a demon but today was an exploration of a whole hell of a lot more emotion than he was used to. It was funny, too...considering his mother used to call him 'loving' and 'sweet' Yet look at him now. The most romantic words he could say to his partner was that they might as well be boyfriends. "Less you got some problem with that, princess?"The healer asked, peaking open one of his closed eyes to look over at the other man.
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Post by Shea on Jul 9, 2014 16:58:09 GMT
Markus looked at him for a moment, and then rolled a shoulder in a shrug. He rolled back over onto his back, arms going behind his head. He closed his eyes. "I don't really care what you call us," he said, voice far away. "And the rest of them already consider us dysfunctional boyfriends. Might as well do our best to not confuse the normal people even more than we already do."
He snorted. "Normal. Demons are more normal than we are. Fucking Christ..."
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 9, 2014 22:00:35 GMT
Bryant let out a sigh. "I don't care. Being normal is boring. I mean...the fuck is NORMAL about either one of us? It's all part of our charm." The healer scoffed, giving Markus a shove with his arm, only a light shove however. He couldn't tell him exactly what he was thinking, what he was feeling...but maybe this bullshit they had would be enough.
"Ey..." He called, letting silence settle over him before continuing. "Ah nevermind...I almost said something and made myself sound like a faggot. Pretend I said something annoying that ruffled your feathers, princess."
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Post by Shea on Jul 9, 2014 22:18:53 GMT
Markus looked over at him again. "A faggot? Bryant, you had my dick in your mouth and had yours up my ass last night. Sorry to break it to you, but I think that already classified you as one."
Steeling what little nerve he had when it came to this stuff, he shifted back over, half hovering over Bryant's lying form. "What were you gonna say?" he asked. There might have been a slight neediness to his voice, but right then he allowed himself to ask. Normally he would have left it alone. But not right then.
He'd nearly died, not even a month before. Bryant had been the one to pull him back. And honestly it had only made him more confused. Where did they even stand anymore? Before it was simple: it was sex and a safer place. But, at least to him, it hadn't stayed that way. He wasn't expecting a declaration of love. He didn't need it. He didn't need any sort of romantic words or gesture. He just needed to know where Bryant stood.
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 9, 2014 22:35:24 GMT
"Damn and here I thought I could stay in denial but you've snapped me out of it. I'm a complete faggot." He teased before Markus came to half hover over him, asking him about the words he didn't want to say. He's stomach twisted and wasn't sure how to say it. He didn't know how to tell him that he didn't want him hurt, that yeah he was pissed about what he'd done to Daeven but he had been even more so because he could have fucked up, he could have been hurt and Bryant couldn't fucking handle that.
He ran a hand over his face with a groan, laying his head back against the soft mattress. "Damnit Markus..." Where did he start? This was fucking hard... "I don't know just. I was pissed at you for what you did earlier but it wasn't just about D. I don't know much but if he'd fucking attacked you? Caught you off guard because you were jealous My stupid ass would have been dragging you out of there and healing you all over again because going dark isn't as fucking scary as the alternative."
Bryant frowned and sat up. He didn't like it. Emotions. "YOu don't have to say shit back. I'm not some delicate little girl just be fucking careful."
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Post by Shea on Jul 9, 2014 22:50:17 GMT
Markus moved as Bryant sat up, a frown pulling at his face. Was he really that upset over admitting something like that? At first, he'd been happy to hear. He thought Bryant had only been pissed because of the damage he did to Daeven. But seeing how something so simple made Bryant pull away...
He caught him by the shoulder, shoving him back down to the bed. He straddled his hips, and it was his turn to pin his arms above his head. He was going to say something, but there was tension in Bryant's body he didn't like. So he closed his mouth and ducked his head, pressing a kiss to Bryant's lip, tongue darting out to swipe over the bottom one.
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