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pushbackthedarkness) wrote2023-03-24 01:09 pm
pushbackthedarkness) wrote2023-03-24 01:09 pm
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Things have been a bit odd at home lately.
It isn't due to anyone else in the house, Sabrina and Dan are both as wonderful as always, and Salem and Trass have an odd, yet respectable relationship. In fact, their home is as harmonious as Marcus has ever imagined one being and he knows he's extremely lucky to have this as his life.
But things have still been odd.
It had begun after the trip he had taken with Sam, Lisbeth, and Viktor to the strange island. Although they hadn't found anything particularly alarming on the trip, there had been some evidence of demonic activity, enough that Marcus has been careful to keep an eye on things since. Until very recently, things had been quiet and he had been hopeful that, whatever it was they'd found, perhaps it had been frightened away.
It's silly. He should have known better.
Sitting outside now, the air in the garden is still crisp, but spring is coming and the snow is nearly melted, and Marcus can see from his chair that the woods look different. He's drinking his morning tea, the mug cupped loosely between his hands, and he has every intention of getting up to investigate further, but he just wants to finish his tea before he does. Best to enjoy it rather than have it potentially interrupted.
And when the back door opens, Marcus doesn't turn. Without looking, simply knowing, he says, "Do the woods over there look strange to you, love? Like... there's something in the trees. Some shape forms from the bare branches and twigs?"
It isn't due to anyone else in the house, Sabrina and Dan are both as wonderful as always, and Salem and Trass have an odd, yet respectable relationship. In fact, their home is as harmonious as Marcus has ever imagined one being and he knows he's extremely lucky to have this as his life.
But things have still been odd.
It had begun after the trip he had taken with Sam, Lisbeth, and Viktor to the strange island. Although they hadn't found anything particularly alarming on the trip, there had been some evidence of demonic activity, enough that Marcus has been careful to keep an eye on things since. Until very recently, things had been quiet and he had been hopeful that, whatever it was they'd found, perhaps it had been frightened away.
It's silly. He should have known better.
Sitting outside now, the air in the garden is still crisp, but spring is coming and the snow is nearly melted, and Marcus can see from his chair that the woods look different. He's drinking his morning tea, the mug cupped loosely between his hands, and he has every intention of getting up to investigate further, but he just wants to finish his tea before he does. Best to enjoy it rather than have it potentially interrupted.
And when the back door opens, Marcus doesn't turn. Without looking, simply knowing, he says, "Do the woods over there look strange to you, love? Like... there's something in the trees. Some shape forms from the bare branches and twigs?"