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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?"
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Who better to calm an exorcist than a psychic?
"Are you planning on a maze?" he asks. "In the corn? Shall we chase one another through it?"
Dan's mouth on his throat is heavenly and Marcus feels absolutely no guilt about the potential blasphemy. The world simply allows for heaven on earth to be possible every now and then.
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The ease with which the affection comes never stops surprising him either, like he's never known a world where he could so openly, almost thoughtlessly press into another person.
"I don't know if we need to become that couple," he finally decides. "And we still have a long summer between us and any of that." Pleased with his work on Marcus's neck, he rests his chin on his husband's shoulder.
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"You're not worried about what's lurking in the trees?"
Whatever it is, he doesn't think it's there any longer, but he also doesn't think it's left for good. The spray of the hose isn't going to make anything truly malevolent go away forever, no matter how much they wish it might.