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pushbackthedarkness) wrote2019-12-06 11:54 am
pushbackthedarkness) wrote2019-12-06 11:54 am
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Every muscle in Marcus's body aches, the cuts and bruises have yet to heal, and he's still exhausted more often than not, but he can't stay at home any longer. The others would argue with him he expects, tell him he needs more time to rest and recover, but sleep hasn't been coming easily and there's really only so much lying awake in bed he can do before he begins to feel like he's only making it worse with what feels a little too much like isolation.
It's the opposite of what he would recommend someone else do in his situation. He's sat quietly by the side of so many people, waiting for them to be ready to ask the question he knows is always on their mind in the aftermath. Where do I go from here? And he's told them, all of them, whatever they do, they ought not to try and go it alone. Isolation is part of what the demon wanted from them to begin with. Refusing to fall into that in what follows is just another way of reminding themselves that they won.
And he did win. They all won. They dragged him back.
So he calls the Home. He tells them he'll be back for his shifts next week. He sends Sabrina off to school and Dan off to work with a kiss, then texts Neil to tell him he's looking forward to coming over for tree decorating. Then he does something foolish and sentimental, and buries his face in the thick fur at Trass's neck, inhaling the scent of wolf that's become both familiar and comforting. The wolf bears it with little protest, then disappears out the door when Marcus opens it, bounding off into the snow.
Marcus goes to the truck, watches Trass disappear into the trees, then gets in and heads into town.
It's Kat he's looking for this afternoon, thinking he can surprise her at work and they can go out for lunch. He could text her, make sure she's there, but he enjoys the drive and he finds he's enjoying the uncertainty of it, too. If she isn't at work, perhaps he'll try her at home, maybe then giving her a call to see where she is, but for now, he feels almost content.
She told him once the building where she works now used to be a bookstore and he can see a bit of that as he enters. It's quiet, though, and Marcus feels himself relaxing bit by bit, as if simply being somewhere quiet and connected to the supernatural goings on in Darrow is enough to ease the parts of him still reeling from the demon.
"Hello?" he calls out, peering around at the desks near the front. "Anyone at home?"
It's the opposite of what he would recommend someone else do in his situation. He's sat quietly by the side of so many people, waiting for them to be ready to ask the question he knows is always on their mind in the aftermath. Where do I go from here? And he's told them, all of them, whatever they do, they ought not to try and go it alone. Isolation is part of what the demon wanted from them to begin with. Refusing to fall into that in what follows is just another way of reminding themselves that they won.
And he did win. They all won. They dragged him back.
So he calls the Home. He tells them he'll be back for his shifts next week. He sends Sabrina off to school and Dan off to work with a kiss, then texts Neil to tell him he's looking forward to coming over for tree decorating. Then he does something foolish and sentimental, and buries his face in the thick fur at Trass's neck, inhaling the scent of wolf that's become both familiar and comforting. The wolf bears it with little protest, then disappears out the door when Marcus opens it, bounding off into the snow.
Marcus goes to the truck, watches Trass disappear into the trees, then gets in and heads into town.
It's Kat he's looking for this afternoon, thinking he can surprise her at work and they can go out for lunch. He could text her, make sure she's there, but he enjoys the drive and he finds he's enjoying the uncertainty of it, too. If she isn't at work, perhaps he'll try her at home, maybe then giving her a call to see where she is, but for now, he feels almost content.
She told him once the building where she works now used to be a bookstore and he can see a bit of that as he enters. It's quiet, though, and Marcus feels himself relaxing bit by bit, as if simply being somewhere quiet and connected to the supernatural goings on in Darrow is enough to ease the parts of him still reeling from the demon.
"Hello?" he calls out, peering around at the desks near the front. "Anyone at home?"