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Post by Shea on Jul 25, 2014 6:00:41 GMT
Markus raised himself up to let the other roll over, straddling his waist as he settled back against the bed, his hands on his lover's abdomen, fingers twitching. He wasn't sure if he should run, or hold his ground... the serious look in his eyes could go either way.
But he held his place, praying that the wildness missing from Bryant's gaze was a good side. When he spoke, the anxiety curled tighter. But then it started to fade, and he felt a cautious smile pull at his lips; felt his throat tighten further and his eyes mist. He blinked quickly to banish the tears, and a nervous laugh rattled in his throat.
He had to bite back the urge to taunt Bryant, tell him he didn't know he could be so poetic. But he'd be damned if he was the one to ruin this moment. It was something he thought about too much. Something he craved more than anything.
Leaning down, Markus pressed a slow, tender kiss against Bryant's lips, one of his hands coming up to cup his cheek. "Even if the world ends in fire and ash, and we have to watch everything fade to that empty void until Hell opens its gate for us..." he said when he broke away, thumb brushing across Bryant's high cheekbone. "So long as you're at my side, anything can be thrown at me and I won't falter."
Who knew he could be poetic, too? He grinned, kissing Bryant again; deep and lingering. "I love you too," he breathed against his lips. "Never did I think I would. Love you, or love anyone but myself. But I do. I would die for you, Bryant, and gladly."
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 25, 2014 17:42:17 GMT
Bryant didn't know what the fuck was going on at first. Markus' eyes were....they were getting MISTY. He hadn't exactly seen markus cry so it threw him. Had he beeen too harsh? What had he said? Leave it to him to even fuck up a god damn confession. But then something. SOmething changed. A laugh. A laugh that didn't exactly HELP matters but the kiss did. The kiss made the worry slip away if only for a moment.
It was a small sense of relief that the hunter didn't turn him away, didn't awkwardly back off of him and tell him what a fool he was being...because he was being a fool, he didn't doubt that. What kind of mushy bullshit was that? It wasn't him yet...there he was. Still, The greatest worry that pressed down on his chest, nearly suffocating him, wasn't of how ridiculous he looked or how out of character for him it was, but rather markus maybe not feeling the same as he did.
Then he started to speak, and Bryant felt like he could relax. What a shit. It was poetic and maybe cheesy. The kiss was so much more tender than any kiss he'd ever shared but he took it, greedily. Centuries had passed, he'd decided that love and trust were things you couldn't put in a single person. He didn't want to be hurt or betrayed but against his better judgement he'd put all of those things into Markus and Markus had returned that. It was more than he deserved, but he was so fucking happy to hear it that he had to kiss him, throat too tight from the bit back emotions to respond to those words in that moment.
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Post by Shea on Jul 25, 2014 18:01:25 GMT
When Bryant was quiet, he wasn't angry. He took comfort in that, and in the kisses the other returned. He never understood how Yvaine and Viveka, or K and Connie, could lay in bed all day doing nothing but cuddling and kissing.
But right then, he thought he understood. He wanted to keep Bryant here, with him, body bare and relaxed; all those walls he had up pulled down. Not vulnerable, but... trusting. Markus wanted Bryant to trust him more than anything. Even more than he wanted him to love him.
"I want to make you feel safe," Markus admittedly softly. Hell, if they were already being sappy and pathetic and out of character, why not take it all the way? Nuzzling his temple, he spoke, "I want you to know that you don't have to always be so strong. That when you start to crumple I can hold you up. I want you to let me care for you; to love you."
Drawing away, he met the other's dark gaze. "I want you to not have to run. I want you to not WANT to run. Not from me."
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 25, 2014 19:26:03 GMT
Bryant sighed, cupping a hand behind Markus' neck and pressed their forheads together. He closed his eyes, trying to find words where there were generally none. He hadn't loved like this before and not most certainly not back when he bright and hopeful and whole. He didn't know the right things to say, at least not things a normal person might say. Still, he let out a sigh and went. "I trust you with my life....I've got a long fucking way to go, babe, but you make me feel like I got a reason to stay put, a reason to call some place home again."
When he pulled back he made a face, and gripped at Markus' chin to make him look him in the eyes. "You know...me not running means you gotta stop. No more not telling me shit when you get pissy and jealous. You tell me, alright? Don't shut me out when you get pissed off, alright?"
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Post by Shea on Jul 29, 2014 17:59:00 GMT
Markus let the other press their foreheads together, smiling as he too closed his eyes. Hearing Bryant talk like that, say things he never thought he'd heard... it set him at ease. He finally knew where he stood, how Bryant felt. It took more off his shoulders than he even thought it would.
"Do you know," Markus started, meeting Bryant's gaze. "How hard it was for me to tell you anything? Do you know how I felt, being jealous and terrified, but not knowing if I even had the right to feel that way? I had no idea how you actually felt about me. So why would I say anything, and risk sounding like an idiot?"
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Post by Shea on Jul 29, 2014 17:59:11 GMT
Markus let the other press their foreheads together, smiling as he too closed his eyes. Hearing Bryant talk like that, say things he never thought he'd heard... it set him at ease. He finally knew where he stood, how Bryant felt. It took more off his shoulders than he even thought it would.
"Do you know," Markus started, meeting Bryant's gaze. "How hard it was for me to tell you anything? Do you know how I felt, being jealous and terrified, but not knowing if I even had the right to feel that way? I had no idea how you actually felt about me. So why would I say anything, and risk sounding like an idiot?"
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Post by Lizzie on Aug 1, 2014 14:33:57 GMT
Bryant made a face. He couldn't exactly argue with that. Hell...he'd felt the same, right? He worried about Markus, got pissed off. Fuck, sometimes he still got a little jealous about Jaime knowing that they'd fucked before and were still...close? He guessed that's what you could call it. Markus didn't do friends well, hell, Bryant didn't either. He still found it fucking baffling that tthey'd went from insulting one another to fucking and to...well to this.
The hunter sighed out, loosely draping an arm over Markus' shoulder and running a hand into the messy blonde hair. "Yeah I know. It's hard, Markus, admitting anything. A lot of shit has happened to us both I really...didn't expect you to say it back, I guess. But now we know?" Even if the other hunter felt the same, He was still afraid. Now that he'd admitted it, Bryant felt as if it left him more exposed, more vulnerable. When was the last time he'd been so vulnerable?
Right, the night he'd spoken to his mother again and the first night he'd let anyone see him cry since before he 'died'. He let out a sigh and took a kiss from Markus' lips hoping that the deep kiss could say what he was feeling so he didn't have to.
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Post by Shea on Aug 2, 2014 20:01:59 GMT
"Yeah," Markus smiled down at him, fingers brushing against the hair at his temples. "Yeah, now we know."
He knew Bryant felt uncomfortable. Knew he wasn't used to this and therefore didn't like it. But Markus felt better than he had in weeks, and he returned the kiss fiercely, pouring everything into it. All of his rage, his frustration, his fear. All of his love.
He didn't expect this to really change anything. He knew that they'd never get to where Dominic and Jaime were; they'd never scratch the surface of what Yvaine and Viveka shared.
But this was enough. Bryant was going to let Markus love him, and he loved him in return. "Love you so much," he breathed into their kiss. He had no idea when a moment like this would ever come between them again, if it would at all. He wasn't going to waste it.
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Post by Lizzie on Aug 2, 2014 20:14:50 GMT
He wasn't going to say it again, afraid that each time he said it they were more and more doomed...but hearing Markus say it. It felt good but it also felt like a challenge. The kind of challenge that Bryant couldn't help but rise against. He pressed his lips back agaisnt the other's fiercely, but not before saying. "Yeah I love you, too, babe."
And his hand fisted the messy blonde hair, holding the other in place as he assaulted him with his kiss. It was passionate, possessive and yet, still somehow loving. Well, loving in the only way Bryant knew how to love. He didn't even bother to pull back for air until it was almost painful and unbearable.
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Post by Shea on Aug 3, 2014 14:43:31 GMT
Markus hadn't expected him to say it again, but he had and it sent his heart to racing. He melted easily into the kiss, digging his fingers into Bryant's shoulders as the other fisted his hair. And it was in that moment he decided to give Bryant everything. He loved him so deeply it made him ache, nearly made him hurt. But he would give anything for the man beneath him, even his own life.
And he'd do so gladly.
When they broke away, Markus was breathing harder, and a smile spread across his face, one he ducked his head to hide, pressing a chaste kiss against Bryant's pulse. He wanted to say he loved him again, but he didn't. He held the words back even if it made him want to explode.
Pulling back, he looked down at the other. His hips were starting to hurt, and his legs were going numb, but he was too content to move. He wanted to speak, to say something, but he found no other words would come. Instead he laughed, soft and relieved.
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Post by Lizzie on Aug 6, 2014 4:56:17 GMT
Bryant smiled. He actually smiled. There was no smugness, no smirk...nothing. It was the most genuine, boyish smile that he'd shown in centuries as he looked up at Markus. "You're cute as hell right now, you know that?" He said, allowing himself that compliment, allowing himself more sappy words and for this moment to stretch out. And, if he didn't know better, he was almost certain that Markus looked younger than he normally did right then, he looked....he looked like he'd never been broken by this shitty world. Other than that mess hair and his scars, that was. Pulling him down, he wrapped his arms around him, giving him a look like "Not one word or I'll stop. He didn't do the cuddling thing. But he was okay doing it this once.
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Post by Shea on Aug 6, 2014 5:05:20 GMT
That smile. Bryant looked so soft, in that moment. So young and full of potential; so at ease and happy. It broke Markus' heart to see, knowing it was fleeting. In a few minutes, he'd be back to the scarred, broken man he'd grown up into.
He didn't have the heart to taunt him for calling him cute. He didn't have the heart to tease him about pulling him down, just to hold him. Instead he clung onto him tightly, eyes falling closed. He focused on the beat of his chest, the sound of his breathing, and warmth of his body.
One day, it'd be snatched away from him. One day he'd be even more bitter and angry than he already was. It made tears pool behind his eyelids, but he refused to let them fall. One day, Bryant would leave -- by choice or pulled from his arms by a reaper. But right then he was his to hold, his to love.
"I don't know what I'm going to do when I lose you," he admitted softly, voice rough with emotion.
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Post by Lizzie on Aug 6, 2014 5:10:55 GMT
Bryant's brows furrowed at that. He hadn't wanted to think about that, not again...not so soon. It was his biggest fear with falling. That and being betrayed by Markus... He bit his lip, jaw locking as the thoughts ran through his head.
Markus was mortal....he was human. He was fragile and he'd nearly died once before. Bryant was a healer and soul bound to a demon. He would live longer, heal faster. No matter what he was going to watch the other die. If it were in agony by the hands of a monster or by time itself...he didn't know.
When he finally let himself breath He let a forearm come to rest over his closed eyes."We can't think like that, you know? People die all the time." he said, trying his best at his own form of comfort. "Tomorrow any of us could die and...fuck if I want to lose you but it might happen, it might not....Try not to think about it."
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Post by Shea on Aug 6, 2014 5:24:18 GMT
Try not to think about it. Markus almost laughed, but he knew it would turn into a sob so he held it back. It was hard not to think about it when you had something to lose. Constantine had been important to him, but even when they'd been unsure if he'd wake back up, Markus had kept moving. He'd been terrified, he'd been upset and he'd cried. But he knew he'd of gotten over it.
Everyone else: Jaime, Connie, K. Everyone he counted as a friend. He's mourn but he'd move on, he'd keep fighting so their deaths had meant something. But with Bryant... for some reason, he knew he wouldn't be over it. He knew he wouldn't ever come back from that despair.
And the thought of dying himself, of not being there to bring Bryant back from his spurts of insanity, of not being there to remind him he was human...
He cried. Not loudly, not much; not like Jaime's broken sobs and running eyes when Macken had died, inconsolable. But his shoulders shook, and his tears wet Bryant's skin.
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Post by Lizzie on Aug 6, 2014 5:39:45 GMT
Bryant didn't know how to handle crying. Heven worse he didn't know how to handle crying that made HIM want to cry. HOW DID YOU CONSOLE people? He made a distressed noise, not an annoyed one but just a small distressed sound deep in his throat before he pulled Markus up.
Wiping his cheeks, his own brows furrowed, the healer looked at him. "We'll be alright. Shit's never certain. I'm scared. I don't know what I'd do without you but...fuck Thinking like that's what made us so damn scared of saying how we felt in the first place right? just...I'm not goin' anywhere for a long time. Neither are you."
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