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Mar. 9th, 2019 11:17 amWhen Marcus realizes, his instinct is to shut himself off from everyone else.
It's been hard enough without Dutch, but to the end she hadn't wanted to live with them and had instead kept her own place, which meant she wasn't as intimately entwined in this space as Matthias is. As he was
The morning he wakes up and finds Trass in bed beside him instead of Matthias, Marcus is more confused than concerned, and a quick tour of the house doesn't necessarily increase that worry any. Matthias likes being outside, he likes this weather, the chill that still lingers in the air, and Marcus expects he's out for a run or working somewhere on the property.
But he does't come back. And he doesn't come back. Trass ends up whining at the door to be let out and Marcus opens it, letting the wolf bound off into the snow looking for Matthias. It's four hours before Trass returns and Matthias still isn't with him. He whines and sniffs and ignores the food Marcus sets out for him, then huffs out a breath and curls up on the bedroom floor, his snout on his paws.
Trass has something of an attitude, but Marcus has long ago been welcomed into the fold and has gotten used to it, too. He's not used to seeing the wolf like this and knows something is wrong.
Calls to Matthias's phone at first go unanswered, but on the second morning Marcus wakes up alone, there's a recorded voice telling him the number has been disconnected.
He sits with that alone for an entire day and night. Mostly he smokes, which he'd all but given up since arriving to Darrow, but there's an old pack of cigarettes he'd brought with him when he moved in. They taste a little stale, but it's a comforting, familiar gesture. He wraps a blanket around his shoulders and smokes and drinks tea and does sketch after sketch of Matthias and Dutch so he won't forget what they looked like, two of the very few people who have taught him it's okay to want something more than just demons and solitude.
On the third day, not so long that anyone will be worried, he sends a text to Kat and Neil. The ones who will care the most, he thinks, to know he's okay.
"Still here. I'm at the house. Rough few days. Matthias is gone, too."
It feels too abrupt, those words, but he isn't sure how else to say it. He's not okay, but a text isn't the place for the kinds of things he's feeling. All he wants is for them to know he's still here, still alive, because he knows they'll worry. He doesn't tell them not to come, because a part of him is craving company, but he also doesn't ask either of them to come either.
For now there's Trass, who lies beside Marcus with his heavy chin on Marcus's foot, staring up at him with big eyes, asking him to bring Matthias home.
It's been hard enough without Dutch, but to the end she hadn't wanted to live with them and had instead kept her own place, which meant she wasn't as intimately entwined in this space as Matthias is. As he was
The morning he wakes up and finds Trass in bed beside him instead of Matthias, Marcus is more confused than concerned, and a quick tour of the house doesn't necessarily increase that worry any. Matthias likes being outside, he likes this weather, the chill that still lingers in the air, and Marcus expects he's out for a run or working somewhere on the property.
But he does't come back. And he doesn't come back. Trass ends up whining at the door to be let out and Marcus opens it, letting the wolf bound off into the snow looking for Matthias. It's four hours before Trass returns and Matthias still isn't with him. He whines and sniffs and ignores the food Marcus sets out for him, then huffs out a breath and curls up on the bedroom floor, his snout on his paws.
Trass has something of an attitude, but Marcus has long ago been welcomed into the fold and has gotten used to it, too. He's not used to seeing the wolf like this and knows something is wrong.
Calls to Matthias's phone at first go unanswered, but on the second morning Marcus wakes up alone, there's a recorded voice telling him the number has been disconnected.
He sits with that alone for an entire day and night. Mostly he smokes, which he'd all but given up since arriving to Darrow, but there's an old pack of cigarettes he'd brought with him when he moved in. They taste a little stale, but it's a comforting, familiar gesture. He wraps a blanket around his shoulders and smokes and drinks tea and does sketch after sketch of Matthias and Dutch so he won't forget what they looked like, two of the very few people who have taught him it's okay to want something more than just demons and solitude.
On the third day, not so long that anyone will be worried, he sends a text to Kat and Neil. The ones who will care the most, he thinks, to know he's okay.
"Still here. I'm at the house. Rough few days. Matthias is gone, too."
It feels too abrupt, those words, but he isn't sure how else to say it. He's not okay, but a text isn't the place for the kinds of things he's feeling. All he wants is for them to know he's still here, still alive, because he knows they'll worry. He doesn't tell them not to come, because a part of him is craving company, but he also doesn't ask either of them to come either.
For now there's Trass, who lies beside Marcus with his heavy chin on Marcus's foot, staring up at him with big eyes, asking him to bring Matthias home.
