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 Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2019 10:41 pm
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 Every fiber of his being was telling Virgil to pull away and curl up on himself as he waited for some sort of response. Their conversation made him feel vulnerable and this time the silence was getting to him a bit so curling up sounded like a good idea. He didn’t, of course. He continued to lay there in his arms, keeping a careful watch over him. A humorless chuckle coming from Marcel was eventually heard. Only a chuckle. Honestly, it was better than what he feared would happen. Of being pushed away from him in disgust because it was human nature to judge someone else for committing similar sins. Thankfully, it appeared that they were both able to look past it and understand if not sympathize with one another at times. ”’Tis.” He had to admit it was scary how alike they were. But he also thought they enough similarities and differences to compliment each other perfectly. His stroking slowly came to a stop as the Spaniard began to talk once more. The growing sorrow on his face broke his heart into a dozen little pieces. Talking about their problems would help, but that didn’t mean he liked the pain and grief it brought along for the ride. Virgil kept quiet and still while he talked, not daring to voice his opinions on what he was being told. Interrupting was rude anytime and he didn’t want to discourage him telling him these dark secrets. The only good thing Mathew had done for him was to make him realize how misplaced and idiotic his anger was for what had happened to him during the war. Young Virgil would have held the confession of taking part in a firing squad aiming at civilians against him and even hated him for it, but the aged male laying with him now could only feel remorse for what Marcel had had to do. At how the memories must still affect him to this day. He had come across the aftermath of such senseless slaughter before and it had messed him up all over again so he could only imagine what actually witnessing it or having a hand in it was like. All those terrible things the soldiers were made to do and then they expected them not to find some small relief by sharing the burden with someone who cared to listen? Yeah, the brute’s belief that the military could go to hell wasn’t going to change any time soon if it ever did.
With words failing him, he leaned closer and kissed him on the lips to let Marcel know that what he had told him didn’t change the way he felt for him. His love was unshakable. ”That might be true, but we’ll be awful bastards together.” He softly encouraged with a ghost of a smile in an attempt to take the edge off the gloom. There was an urge swelling up inside of him, unknowing of why it was or what he would do with it. Virgil tried to keep it contained within himself, but the dam ended up to breaking after a minute of silence. ”I used t’kill soldiers like you.” The words came rushing out breathlessly, leaving him staring at the Hispanic in bewilderment for a few heartbeats as if he couldn’t believe his own voice and ears. His eyes lowered once he recovered, unable to meet the other’s gaze. Killing enemy soldiers was one thing and something that didn’t faze him, but when the violence was turned on those not involved…Well, the issue was something the larger man had a huge chip on his shoulder about for obvious reasons. ”Ah…I used t’think everythin’ was so black an’ white…that it’s some inherited cruelty in those that took up the soldierin’ life…” His hand moved away from him to scratch at a phantom itch at the juncture of his shoulder and neck. He kept the scratching lightly despite wanting to claw the spot. ”But I’ve come t’realize some orders can’t be fought or ignored…not everyone is guilty of doin’ it for the sick joy of butcherin’ people because they can abuse their power.” Virgil worked up the courage to look at him again. They were just pawing and scratching at the surface of telling each other about their pasts, but he did have to say there was some small relief with talking about it. That he was comfortable enough with him to share his own stories was perhaps the best thing. This time he couldn't stop himself from squirming, Virgil's great bulk stretching and shifting carefully as he pushed the blanket off his upper half. He was angry, not at his man, but at his own memories and their awful experiences involving. His brow furrowed deeply as he looked at him with a slight frown, deciding to keep his pie hole shut before his questions disturbed any more graves.
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2019 3:52 am
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 Marcel knew at this moment that both of them wanted nothing more than to get out of there and hide. To get away out of the fear of rejection but at the same time Marcel himself resisted the urge to get out of bed and grab some booze so he could force these memories back to the dark crevice that they came from. Marcel would hear Virgil's agreement and felt some relief that he wasn't the only one who thought it. The two men had so many different experiences in life but they were all similarly awful to varying degree's of horrible. The Hispanic would silently appreciate how good of a listener Virgil was being, choosing to hear him out completely before saying or doing anything else. Marcel was scared of telling Virgil about this part of his past in the Military for varying reasons. One of the most prevalent reasons being how painfully similar his actions were to those soldiers who had killed his the other man's Sister. There were multiple times where they had to break into people's houses in order to fulfill their orders to...execute them. It was always under the guise that they were supporters of the enemy and they were supplying them with goods. But then if that were the case then why pull the bullets out of their still warm bodies? Everyone knew the truth, some chose to pretend like the orders were truthful and they were enemy supporters, others like Marcel had to learn to deal with it in silence. Never talking about it. Marcel's mind was a veritable maelstrom of every worst case scenario that could happen at this moment. Virgil leaves him and never comes back, the other rejects him and hates him forever, hell the best case scenario in his mind was getting beaten within an inch of his life or worse. But then he would feel those lips against his own and Marcel's mind calmed itself down. When Virgil pulled away Marcel almost pathetically tried to follow those lips a bit, scared of losing the contact with the other man for some reason, like he'd vanish into thin air. So instead Marcel would rest a hand on Virgil's side while he spoke and the Hispanic would give a small grin to the other man "Yeah, we will always have each other..." he would reaffirm with the other man and the two would lay there quietly. It was almost deafening yet Marcel didn't really know what else to say, he would simply lay there watching Virgil intently with a small smile. However he would blink as Virgil all but blurted out yet another secret of his "You did?" Marcel frowned as Virgil reused to meet his gaze as he continued speaking. Honestly the Veteran couldn't blame Virgil at all in his circumstances, Marcel would have probably felt the exact same way about soldiers if he were in his shoes. The younger man would then watch as Virgil would continuously scratch at a spot on his neck, seemingly more bothered by opening up by the second. But Marcel would keep quiet as Virgil continued on, making sure to be the listener this time for the older man. Finally Virgil met his gaze and Marcel's eyes held the same apologetic look, the fact that people had to suffer like this was sickening to say the least. Marcel allowed the covers to be kicked off but this time Marcel would grab a hold of the others hand and moved it away from his neck and the others fingernails would be replaced by the Hispanic's lips. He would pepper kisses all up along the spot he was scratching, up his jaw and cheek until their lips met. The kiss was soft and gentle, loving even. When he pulled away Marcel would offer a small smile "Virgil...no matter what you did...what you do....I'll be here for you" he spoke, lifting a hand to caress the others cheek "And thanks for opening up, I'm glad you're...comfortable enough to talk with me like that" this was a very important moment in Marcel's opinion, the fact that two completely ******** up individuals were willing to speak about the things they've done in life. Things they've kept hidden for so long, it stirred raw emotions in the Hispanic and he wanted nothing more to hold Virgil and never let go. (Translation: .) |
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2019 9:00 pm
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As the seconds ticked by, he was truly beginning to realize just how much that one thing had weighed on his mind. Why it bothered him was beyond him, but he had a double dose of guilt over that part of his life ever since finding out the younger man was a war vet. One who had committed war crimes as it turned out, but he wasn’t going to let his cynicism shake the belief Marcel hadn’t enjoyed the hellish task. No…he might not be a good judge of character as he thought he was, but he still didn’t strike him as someone would got off on causing people to suffer. Unlike those men who had violated and murdered Vivian. Seeing the apologetic look hurt him because he knew how it felt to want forgiveness. Something he didn’t think they would ever get from themselves or their victims’ spirits. His bashfulness at being stopped from scratching only lasted for a second, the first touch of his lips coming disturbingly close to breaking him. Their most recent conversation unwillingly brought the memory of his sister’s death to the forefront and the act of loving tenderness was almost more than he could handle. The wolf let his eyes slip shut as he sank into the kiss, feeling as if a balm was being smoothed over some of those old wounds of his. They opened again when it ended, their green and gold depths tinged with survivor’s remorse. His stoic expression softened at the reassure that he would always be there no matter what, his head lightly pressing into the hand caressing it. ”Aye…thanks for trustin’ me…an’ for understandin’.” Even if the military hadn’t forced him to keep silent, he doubted it was easy for him to tell anyone about it. Much less someone with his history. ”An’ I’ll do my utmost best t’never make ya regret sayin’ that…” He had no desire to return to any sort of life that put him in danger or lead to him harming others for the sake of money, but he also knew he was a man who could become aggressive and give into violence when someone pissed him off. He was working on it, of course, but he still feared the possibility of turning the next person to try to harm Marcel into nothing more than a gory mess.
By now, Virgil certainly was craving a nicotine fix and a hard drink to go along with it though, honestly, nothing aside from a threat to Marcel’s life would get him to move for a while. His body could make all the demands it wanted, but it was more important to him to be right where he currently was. He especially appreciated the companionship at this moment and he didn’t want to be left alone for once. A tired smile formed as he reached up to take the hand on his cheek and hold onto it, rubbing his thumb over his knuckles. They definitely were a strange and yet fitting couple, something the older man could find some twisted humor in the irony that men such as themselves had found one another. Virgil studied the contours of his face in the pale moonlight as he tried to remember something good about his younger days. He couldn’t right at this moment with the way his brain was trying to process a thousand things at once. Frankly, it was giving him a headache. ”Me an’ Vivi were visitin’ some friends were in town th’ day they announced th’ war. All young guys were so excited...” Except for him. Seventeen-year-old Virgil had called bullshit on the whole thing and had just wanted to go back home. ”Our state declared itself neutral, but that hadn’t stopped those idiots from runnin’ off t’go sign-up t’fight or those stayin' home from throwin' 'em ah parade.” He shook his head with a wry smirk. Finally, one bittersweet memory. "It broke Vivi's heart when she found out 'er beau had gone behind 'er back an' joined after tellin' 'er he wouldn't..." A gods to honest chuckle came from him. Virgil was aware he was rambling, but he felt the need to talk in order to stave off the drowsiness that was slowly setting in. "But she got over bein' broken-hearted real quick when she found out I'd kicked his a** for lyin' t' 'er 'fore he'd left...nearly took my head off with th' fire poker."
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2019 5:47 pm
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The loving kiss was like a calm in the storm of his mind, the tenderness brought everything to a halt for the few moments it lasted. He would eventually smile a bit when the other grabbed his hand to caress it and nodded his head a bit. The Hispanic man was never given a reason to not trust Virgil, yeah the other man was a bit of an enigma due to his reluctance to talk about himself. However the time that he knew him just the small bits here and there, along with how the other man had stuck by him even when they were still essentially strangers meant more than anything. Marcel wasn't religious whatsoever but he also didn't believe in coincidences and with the realization that Demons, Werewolves, and other creatures existed...well..to say the least Marcel would thank the big man upstairs for throwing him a ******** bone just once in his life. Marcel would then shake his head a little bit at his next comment "Don't even say that, I'll never regret those words..." there wasn't much left in his life that would make him regret sticking by Virgil's side. He loved this man and the Veteran could only say ******** it all. The Black Council, Vampires, or whatever, nothing would make Marcel regret being with the person he loved so much. He would then lay there for a bit as he took in the time to truly soak in every feature of Virgil but the one part he took in the most were Virgil's eyes. Seeming a mix of gold and green, something he hadn't noticed until this moment. The other man's eyes were usually a nice shade of green but now it seemed to mix, what caused it? Marcel would wrack his mind, focusing on this to distract himself from more negative thoughts. As he recalled every interaction he could with Virgil it became a bit more obvious, moments of intense emotion maybe? It seemed to happen a lot whenever things got emotional...or heated. Many of the memories recalling the more heated bits. His mind would of course recall that more than anything else but thankfully Virgil would pull him from his thoughts when he began speaking. And very much to his surprise the other man began to talk about his life from when he was still human, at least he assumed so. But nonetheless Marcel made sure to pay attention and soak in every detail he could about the other man's past, it seemed like Virgil was more willing to open up and he would make sure to listen. He nodded his head a bit before snorting a bit when he mentioned the guys were excited about it "Only the idiotic and foolish are excited about participating in a war.." he offhandedly commented with a smirk and a shake of the head. He knew Virgil was a hundred and seventy six if he remembered correctly so that would place him well into the...late eighteen hundreds? Something like that. Marcel then shook his head, he supposed that people back then didn't know how awful a war could be "Glamorizing a war with a parade, Christs sake" why not just run down the streets yelling 'Go to war! It's a fun game to play!' Marcel would continue to listen to the other man continued and soon enough the Hispanic would wear a smirk of his own "Nice to know that people were just a shitty back then as they are now!" of course barring himself because he was just sooo flawless. Marcel would then chuckle a bit himself once Virgil concluded his story "No s**t? Nice to know that a jackass like that got what he deserved, even if it meant you almost being murdered" he commented with an amused look on his face. Marcel would then grin a bit before grabbing the sheets and pulling them back over each other and grabbing onto Virgil and pulled him close once more "We have a big day tomorrow Querido, try and get some sleep. I'll watch over you, I promise..." Marcel could feel some sleep creep into his eyes but not nearly enough to get him to pass out. Insomnia simply would never allow Marcel to get a full nights sleep. (Translation: .) |
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2019 1:31 am
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Virgil completely agreed with the sentiment that only idiots and fools got excited about going to war. But people could act and do the stupidest things when they felt passionate enough about a cause. That, and he was pretty sure people back then more willing to accept their own thirst for blood and the deaths of those that they judged to deserved it. He could remember crowds gathering at a public hanging as people now did at the movie theatre to watch the newest blockbuster. He really didn’t know what to think about how everything had changed between then and now, having stopped caring about the state of the world or its future when he close to Marcel’s age. If it didn’t have a personal effect on his livelihood or those rare few he cared about, he couldn’t be bothered to form an opinion and rarely be stirred out of his indifference. He grunted and nodded a tad. There was little doubt in his mind that people would never wholly stop being shitty little things. Everyone could aim for world peace and a better tomorrow, but he didn’t believe they could put their pettiness and greed aside to ever achieve that. Or, most likely, Virgil was just a bitter old ********. But, at this point in his life, it was hard for him to look on the bright side or be hopeful after witnessing the worst of humanity so often as he had. The short tale had left a small smile on his lips though it was mostly encouraged by the amusement he could see written on the handsome face near his own, glad he had seemingly managed to help lift his mood. ”Mmhm…she had quite th’ temper.” Something the siblings had shared, clearly. Something else came, but it was another subject he was hesitant with talking about.
It could wait, Dad was suggesting it was night-night time anyway! That impression of Marcel had him smirking, deciding he would keep his usual smart-a** teasing to himself this time. ”Yeah, yeah…” He drawled lazily, shifting his position so he could wrap both arms around him as well. They had kicked open a proverbial hornet’s nest with their talking and sleep was the last thing he wanted to give in to. Still, he wouldn’t argue. Too much. ”I appreciate it, but ya can go back an’ watch t.v. if you’re not ready for bed yet. Can’t imagine it’s entertain’ watchin’ me sleep.” His grasp around him loosened somewhat on the off chance Marcel did decide to get up later. He didn’t know what was worse, sleeping and being trapped in a nightmare or being unable to sleep and being stuck with ones thoughts. Both sucked in his opinion. His mouth opened with a small yawn, which was followed by a stubborn snort. He wasn’t sleepy! Okay, he was but he didn’t want to be. His eyes closed again as he started to hum a soft tune as he tried to calm and soothe them both, his voice fading to silence a few minutes later as sleep crept in. Virgil struggled against it and caught himself, lids slitting open to look at the other man. ”G’night, m’heart.” Murmuring, he gave Marcel one last kiss on the lips before he settled back down and stopped fighting it. Within another minute, the big guy was completely out. Only time would tell for how long he would be able to peacefully do so, however.
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2019 12:58 pm
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Getting to know Virgil's Sister was somewhat nice, even if she was no longer with them he still wanted to know who she was and what she was like, and from what Virgil described her. She sounded like an amazing woman to say the least. An amusing one too at that. The way Virgil described her made her seem like a female version of the an he loved, an amusing thought to be honest. Still though the sheer fact that something so awful happened to her made Marcel's blood boil. But then again he had done equally horrible things to people so maybe he didn't have the right to be angry about it. Maybe so but that didn't mean that Marcel took pleasure in the blood letting like some people did. Still though he wouldn't let these dark thoughts begin to weigh him down, they would cause nightmares no doubt so instead he focused on the man in his arms currently and snorted in amusement "A temper you say? Hmm sounds like someone I know" he offhandedly commented with a smirk plastered on his face. Couldn't lose his edge, now could he? Either way Marcel didn't quite even register that he might have fallen back on hold ways to get his son to fall asleep, so what! He didn't get to use it often with his boy and there was no harm in using it with his lover! Either way though Marcel was pleased that the other man agreed without any resistance at all. He was a bit worried that the other man might give him a hard time since they dug pretty deep into each other with their little conversation. There was still so much to talk about but they had all the time in the world to talk, this was a good spot to end it with. A high note and a good mood. He would then smile a bit when Virgil mentioned that he could watch TV if he wanted and the Hispanic would shrug his shoulders "If I feel like it" he wouldn't though. For two reasons. One, it was a bit serene to watch Virgil sleep and make sure he wasn't having nightmares. To see the man completely at ease in his sleep, even for a few minutes was a lovely sight to see. Two, there really wasn't much to watch besides shitty TV movies and besides it only really served to keep him up even longer. Only reason he did it before was because he was alone and had nobody to hold like this. Soon enough though a loving look grew on his face when Virgil used that really sweet name "Buenas noches...Mi Luz" he spoke, returning the brief kiss. Marcel would then lay there quietly watching the rise and fall of Virgil's chest once he fell asleep and now that he was alone with his thoughts he would think to himself how lucky he was. To find someone who was non judgmental of him for terrible things he's done made his chest flutter a bit. Maybe the only reason Virgil didn't judge him so much was because he also has done awful things in his time. The Hispanic would have to admit that if it were anyone else but Virgil he might not have come clean like that but he felt comfortable with the Werewolf. He was not just his lover but Virgil was also his friend, one of his closest friends in fact. Marcel would do anything to keep Virgil as a part of his life, even if the other man grew tired of him as a lover Marcel still would want to be a part of his life as a friend. Maybe it was silly to think that but still, the man before him was perfect as far as he was concerned "Thank you Virgil...for being in my life..." he whispered quietly to himself so not to wake him up since so far the other man seemed peaceful enough but still time would only tell. But until then Marcel would keep a vigilant eye on the him. (Translation:"Buenas noches...Mi Luz" = Goodnight My Light.) |
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2019 10:22 am
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His sleep wasn’t an entirely deep one at first. Vague memories and strange things that hardly pertained to his life would cause him to stir awake every now and then, waking just enough to stop and banish whatever it was disturbing his slumber. A reflex he had managed to develop over the years whenever he took naps during those awful periods of sobriety. Sometimes an unintelligible grumble would be uttered along with those moments he partially woke. Though within an hour or two, those motions ended as it seemed he finally settled into a proper rest. Whenever another dream began at some point, the werewolf was too far gone to prevent it. And, well, why would he want to? For all intents and purposes, this dream was just as real to him as normal reality was. So there was no questioning the things that would have clued him into the fact that this was something his brain was conjuring. No finding the small ramshackle homes of the community he lived in instead of a cabin with no neighbors for miles strange, no freaking out over the sight of Vivian who was busy picking up pieces of the wood he had split to put it into neat stacks nearby. Alive and well as she should be because there was no memory of her death. It wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows though, they were orphaned teens and struggling to make a proper living on a reservation with the rest of their mother’s tribe. Virgil stopped what he was doing when he heard the sound off hooves, everyone else around doing the same as the first few soldiers rode into their village. His sister came to stand beside him, questioning what was going on even as the man in front began to why they had come. They’d brought food and clean water and needed everyone to gather in the center so they could hand everything out. The male scowled in his sleep as he skeptically noted the serious lack of any supply wagons with the group. He put his hand on Vivi’s shoulder to stop her from going to join the few others who were listening to the orders, telling her to go inside their home as his sense of dread grew. Thankfully, she listened with little protesting.
Some of the others seemed to catch onto the lack of supplies with the soldiers, one woman picking up her toddler and starting to walk away. She was asked to stop by one man, which caused her to break out into a run that only earned her a bullet in the back. Mayhem broke out amongst the crowd despite the soldier screaming for them to keep calm. Virgil took cover against the side of a house as those capable of fighting grabbed primitive weapons while others did what they could to protect the children. His fear and confusion were quick to be replaced by rage as he saw more people being shot down. He rushed out of his hiding place and managed to drag one man off of his horse and bury the hatchet he still held in his skull. He tore it free without a thought and went for his next target. Another shot him in the shoulder though it didn’t hurt as much as it should. Knowledge of not being human was remember quieted the instinctual fear of self-preservation. His breathing increased as he continued to fight in his nightmare until he no longer couldn’t. Even in a dream there was only so much damage his body could take. He collapsed to a side, bleeding from multiple wounds as he tried to get back up. His struggling was renewed when a screaming Vivian was dragged outside and thrown to the ground, but he was soon kicked over onto his back and boot planted itself on his chest to keep him down. He watched in horror as his sister was shot in the head, leaving him to stare in shock. It didn't last, his attention up to the unknowingly familiar face leering down at him as he stupidly started cursing the man. Until the end of his rifle was put against his forehead. The trigger being pulled startled him awake, a loud huff escaping him as his eyes snapped open. Now clouded with sleep confusion, Virgil pushed against the arms around him as he mistook them for restraints. He rolled over onto his back and rubbed his face, his whole body freezing once he realized Marcel was there. He hadn't really clued into the fact it was insomnia that kept him awake and thought he simply had a difficulty getting to sleep. But surely, he was asleep by now, right? He was under that belief in any case. Eyes widening a bit, he turned his head to glance at him to check that he hadn't disturbed him.
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2019 11:19 am
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Marcel would remain in his position for a good while, shifting only slightly every now and again as he laid there watching Virgil and studying him carefully. This man who was so secretive and about himself and seemed to go with his more wolf like instincts trusted him to watch him at his most vulnerable. It was funny in a way since before meeting Virgil, Marcel would never think he'd have the pleasure to do this with someone he loved. Even when he was young, the Hispanic was plagued with bouts of insomnia but never anything too bad. But once he was discharged he began to notice just how bad it was, usually the Hispanic would take up a night watch back in the war and just let the others sleep all they wanted. And once the sun would just begin to peek, Marcel would go back and wake up the next watch and get a couple hours of sleep before waking up and doing it all again. At first his Captain and other higher ups thought that he was messing around, sleeping, jerking off, or whatever else there was to do when you were alone. They had even went as far as to set up a hidden camera and what did they see? Marcel sitting in the tower ever vigilant, only stepping away for a few moments to relive himself every now and then. After that they demanded that he stopped it and took the shifts properly like he was supposed to. But he reasoned that with his insomnia it would be an utter waste of time. They tried and failed to get their way with him and he would continue to be the watch for their camp throughout most of the night. Thankfully though it wasn't as bad as it used to be and it would only take several hours for him to get drowsy now! And this was one of those times. Every now and then he noticed the other man mumbling illegible words and shifting a bit. Marcel's eyes closed as he was finally just beginning to doze off after a good amount of time had passed thankfully enough. Sleep was just at the cusp of taking him when suddenly he felt the other begin to panic and shove against Marcel's arms that held him close and succeeded in freeing himself. Marcel would blearily snap himself awake as he lifted himself off the bed to look at Virgil who was looking at him with wide eyes. Marcel would place a hand on the other man's shoulder and rubbed it to comfort him "You're alright..." with that he would offer a sleepy smile before propping himself up against the headboard, pulling Virgil partially into his lap. The Hispanic would then begin to gently begin to rub the other man's tense shoulders to help him relax. ******** sleep, he was wide awake once again and was back at square one. He would soon begin to apply more pressure to the tense shoulders before working his way down the others arms and back up before moving onto his back. Marcel would remain quiet and not prod at all, if Virgil wanted to talk about it then he could but if he didn't that was fine too. Marcel would simply sit there humming the Spanish lullaby he had sung to Virgil the other night. He pretty much failed at his job to watch over Virgil and wake him from his nightmare so this was the least he could do. (Translation: ) |
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2019 3:06 pm
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His heart sank with guilt as he watched Marcel raise up, his expression becoming quite contrite when he rubbed his shoulder. He felt that the last thing he should be doing was comforting him after he had just disturbed his rest. Still, it was greatly appreciated although Virgil would never verbally admit to how his whole body was aching then, tight with tension and closing to cramping as everything did whenever he was about to shapeshift. The thought in itself was a scary one, that he might’ve transformed into a wolf in his sleep if the dream had continued on for longer. He reluctantly allowed himself to be pulled over, rolling onto his stomach as he was tugged with a sigh of defeat. ”Sorry.” He apologized of waking him up as he continued to gaze at him from this new position. The gorier details of his nightmare had already faded, thankfully, leaving him with his sister’s death and the knowledge of the familiar face now belonged to. The latter came nowhere close to bothering him, and he wasn’t going to allow his failure to save Vivi bring him down too much. The fresh reminder stung deeply, of course, but even if he had managed to prevent her death it wouldn’t have brought her back to life or anything so there was little point in dwelling on it. The last thing the brute wanted to do was talk about what had happened in the nightmare world, worried if he did then Marcel might get the impression their conversation had inspired the bad dream. He could say if it had or not, only being able to take an educated guess nightmare or another would have happened either way. They could’ve talked about nothing but good, happy fluff and he would’ve ended up dreaming about something horrible. If he didn’t, Virgil would hardly have a desire to drink so heavily in order to shut everything down and keep his subconscious from processing all the bad s**t while he wasn’t in control.
The rubbing was working its magic, tension slowly leaving those thick muscles of his. He relaxed a bit and closed his eyes, a small smile form when the Hispanic began to hum. It was a beautiful tune, truly. But it did cause him some concern, Virgil taking an educated guess that he didn’t plan on going back to sleep and might even be trying to soothe him back to la-la land. That was almost laughable since he had no desire to do so. He wasn’t wide awake, but he wasn’t all that sleepy anymore either. Drowsy and lazy was all. The comforting would only be tolerated for a few more minutes before he rolled back over onto his back, holding the arm closest to the shorter man out to the side. Not that he didn’t enjoy being rubbed and listening to him hum. ”C’mon. Ya need t’at least try t’rest.” His opposite hand lightly patted his own chest in an invitation to use him as a pillow. It never crossed Virgil’s mind to think he had failed to wake him or anything such as that. Believing he didn’t talk or do anything else in his sleep, he figured knowing he was having a nightmare would be a hard thing to do.
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2019 11:05 pm
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Marcel would make sure to use as much strength as was needed to deep a good deep massage. The man's muscles were dense and very tense at the moment and needed every inch to be rubbed. He would simply remain like this for a bit before shaking his head at Virgil's apology "Don't worry about it, I was only just dozing off. Not a big deal" OK so it might have been a bit of a big deal. The fact that he his dozing was interrupted spelled ruin for Marcel due to his contrived sleep cycle. It would take a miracle for him to fall back asleep, but he wouldn't tell Virgil that. The last thing the Hispanic wanted was for him to feel bad for something as petty as this, even if it was unfortunate for him. He would watch Virgil slowly and surely relax under his trained fingers "There you go Virgil...just relax..." he would offer a small smile as he would then continue his humming of the lullaby. It was such an old one but still it remained stuck in his mind, probably due to the fact that his Mother sung it to him every night for the duration of his childhood. Part of the Veteran wanted to question about the Nightmare badly but he would keep his mouth shut about it, not wanting to spoil the mood they had currently. Especially when he saw the Werewolf smile a bit as he closed his eyes, seemingly going along with Marcel's lead for the most part. However when Virgil rolled out of his grasp Marcel would blink in surprise, he thought for sure he had Virgil on the brink of falling back asleep. However he would smile a bit at the other's comment and nodded his head "I suppose I can try" Marcel would crawl over a bit and rest his head directly over Virgil's heart, listening to the even rhythm in his ear "You still have to go see your doctor, don't think I forgot about that...." he spoke softly, reminding his Lover just in case the other thought he had forgotten...or if he forgot himself. Whichever was the case. Or maybe he was just reminding him to be a nagging boyfriend. Who knew? None the less Marcel laid there with his eyes open for a bit longer before his eyes fluttered shut as he was soon enough sound asleep, his breathing evening out for the most part. Marcel's dream would start out simple enough, a debrief was going down. A memory more than a dream, it was a mission to extract a hostage unharmed from the local militia group. The Hostage had been a PoW who needed to be rescued ASAP. Marcel would mutter a few unintelligible things that were probably meant to be his part in the mission which was to be the one to grab the Hostage and get them out of there. He had executed it flawlessly for the most part, even if he had never done it before that point in his life. A few more muttered words would come out of the sleeping Hispanic before he went silent for a bit as it was the quiet bit which was the ride to their mission. (Translation: ) |
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2019 2:12 am
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Virgil let out a happy murmuring sound when he agreed and laid down with his head on his chest, his arm curling around him. The concern was touching, but the reminder still had him grumbling faintly. He hadn’t forgotten though it would be a lie to say that he wasn’t hoping that Marcel had forgotten about the broken arrow lurking his chest bone. Medical care wasn’t exactly cheap, especially for someone who didn’t have insurance such as him. But more than the expenses…the thought of even more surgery still freaked him out. ”An’ you’ve ah call t’make…” Closing his eyes, he uttered his own reminder just as softly. Yeah, he hadn’t forgotten that the Hispanic said he would call his son. He couldn’t blame him for putting it off, however, since he had his own people he was avoiding getting in contact with. Like his old friend that had contacted him for help on the bounty that had turned out to be utter bullshit. For all Virgil knew, the guy and the few others that had come along had been found by the crime syndicate and killed. Then again, Virgil figured that kind of stuff worked both ways. Someone could have tried checking in with him. They were all a resourceful lot and, despite the efforts he’d gone to covering his trail after leaving the hospital, they could’ve tracked him down. If they stilled lived, of course. If they still had their health, he wondered if they believed he was dead. Being nothing more than a corpse to those who knew him was a calming thought in a way since people rarely asked favors of the dead. An eye cracked open once he realized that the other’s breathing had relaxed, soon smiling at the sight of a sleeping Marcel. It was a rare one to see given he always managed to fall asleep before him. And apparently, he hadn’t ruined his chance to sleep, which was a relief. His other arm was folded back behind his head as he settled on watching him slumber, admiring how peaceful he looked. The wolf didn’t know what in the hell he had done to be blessed with someone as handsome and perfect as his lover, but he wasn’t going to question it and would thank his lucky stars. Concern for Marcel filled him once again when he first heard him muttering something he couldn’t understand. After carefully studying him for a minute, Virgil allowed himself to relax. If he was having a dream, it didn’t appear to be anything that was troubling him. He was under the impression the demon had caused the night terrors, but he did still worry they might come back or something like it. Yawning, he went back to resting his eyes and relaxing while the other man slept.
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2019 7:32 am
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Marcel's dream would continue on, completely unaware of his surroundings at the moment. In his dream his team were driving down the road to rescue to Hostage soon from the enemy base, which was an abandoned office building in the area. Nothing about the dream would suggest it was a dream and not reality, down to the minor detail of how his squad mate complained about the heat. Soon enough they would be outside the front doors of the building and that was where the dream began to diverge as unlike reality, there were no guards watching the front door. None the less they all moved in as a unit, completely entering the building without any resistance. Marcel would look around before starting to go upstairs, Intel told about how the Hostage was somewhere in one of the middle floors of this building "Form up...stay close..." he'd murmur in his sleep before he and his squad would head up the stairs to get into position. No enemy tangos appeared yet, however Virgil didn't seem to notice how members of his squad were wandering into other rooms, completely vanishing from his dream. They would encounter their first tango who was quickly dispatched of quickly and quietly, Marcel paid no mind to how frighteningly familiar the person's green eyes were. He would continue on until his squad had completely vanished, leaving him the only one to complete the mission. The Hispanic would quietly skulk through the building until he reached the large room where the Hostage was being held. There was only a single guard present who held a rifle with his back turned to the Hostage, it was the perfect scenario. He would skulk forward, not paying any mind to the dark brown eyes of the strangely younger Hostage that were following him. Marcel would pull his knife out about to slit the other man's throat before he whirled around and shot the Hispanic in the leg. The pain wasn't what actually being shot was like but the Hispanic would grow tense in reality and grunt a bit at the motion. Dream Marcel would collapse down and would see his own familiar face leering down at him with a uncharacteristic grin on his face. Soon enough Marcel would leap towards the other man and an all out brawl ensued between the two of them. Soft grunts would come from Marcel while the muscles in his arm twitched as if seconds away from swinging. The two would fight with all their might, Marcel would land a clean punch to the jaw as he weaved around the others attacks. However he would be distracted by the Hostage when he heard the other person in the room whimper "Dad" mid fight. The Veteran's head would whip towards the young person in the room, now noticing for the first time that it was a young teenager. Why was....? Pain would blossom in his cheek as he was nailed directly into the face and he collapsed onto the ground. He would hear two gunshots ring out and he bit his cheek to fight back the scream that wanted to come out as both his kneecaps were shot in the dream "Ya sure know how ta make it hard..." the person he fought spoke with a wicked glint in his eye as a distorted southern twang was heard in his voice. The Soldier would try and lift himself up as Marcel had both his arms pinned over his head as a maniac look grew in the man's familiar eyes "All mine now...Don't need ta boy now" one arm was released as he grabbed a previously unseen pistol and shot the young teen in the head, his body falling limply to the side with his head turned towards the two. Marcel's eyes would widen and begin to water as slow realization of who the Hostage was and he slowly shook his head "No...no..no.no" he would mantra as the dream man spoke sweet nothings into his ear, touching him all over and talking about how the Hispanic belonged to him and only him. Marcel knew this was a dream now...no..a nightmare and he needed to just wake up. But still he laid there unable to move, paralyzed as the man now began to talk about how he'd lock him up forever to keep him all to himself. So as a last ditch effort Marcel would open his mouth up and bit down on his lower lip. hard. The real pain and coppery taste in his mouth finally started him awake as he all but ripped himself from the other man and bed and laid there breathing hard trying to collect himself. It took a minute to get his bearings and sat there, not even noticing that he had actually bitten down on his lip in his sleep and now had blood beginning to roll down his lips and chest as he just needed to reaffirm that the dream wasn't real. (Translation: ) |
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2019 9:01 pm
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It didn’t take long for Virgil to start lightly dozing while he laid there. When his mind started to wander of its own accord, he didn’t stop it and only let memories come flooding back. This time they were more recent and pleasant than the ones from before. A sleepy smirk form as he entertained one of he and Marcel sharing a heated moment of passion. He knew he needed to stop it before his body began to respond, but he wasn’t entirely ready for it to end yet. Luckily, he was distracted by the sound of Marcel muttering something again. He sounded more coherent than he had before, but he hadn’t managed to clearly make out what was said. ”Huh?’ He blinked, half expecting the Hispanic to be awake though he was proven to be wrong as he looked to him. More sleep talking then, which was endearing. Or would be if Mister Gloom and Doom could access if there wasn’t anything causing him distress. He couldn’t, finding the face he cherished so much quite impassive. Forcing down his protective streak, he was about to go back to his relaxing when he felt his body tensing against his own. This had him fully lifting his head while he slightly tightened his grasp around him. ”Marcel.” The older man spoke as he normally did, not bothering to be quieter since his intention was to wake him. Not that it worked. Shaking him came to mind although the idea was quickly denied. The last thing he wanted to do was make the sleeping man think he was really being attacked and earn himself a punch for the trouble. ”Easy there, tough guy.” He lightly joked upon noticing the particular way his arm twitched. Not receiving a snarky reply wasn’t nice as it would’ve been if he was actually talking to an opponent that wasn’t awake. Hell, he would take a full dose of Marcel’s sarcastic wit if it meant he wasn’t having a bad dream.
His nostrils flared as the metallic scent of blood reached him. People often became nose blind to smells they were overexposed to. For him, blood would never be one of those. It had a way of catching and holding his attention, the beast temporarily shutting down and startling a split second later as his beloved suddenly came alive and tore away from his grasp. He didn’t even try to stop him, only quickly moving his arms and holding his hands to the side as if asking to not be hit. Virgil soon lowered them as he let out his breath and sat up, quickly glancing around the bedroom before he focused his attention on the other. ”I’m ‘ere…” He shifted a bit closer and slowly reached out to put his hand on his shoulder. ”You’re okay.” He smoothed his hand down his back as he moved his other hand to wipe away some of the blood, tenderly wiping his thumb along the small space of skin between his bottom lip and his goatee. It didn’t appear to actually help with the bleeding. Just as it had at the beach, the instinctive compulsion to lick the injury came over him. Though now was hardly the time for a demonstration on the slight healing properties in lycanthrope saliva. Especially when it looked as if Marcel was still trying to separate reality from the nightmare. He didn't want his own lip busted. ”Everythin’ is…” Leaning forward, he pressed a small kiss to the top of his head before he got out of the bed. Virgil put as much haste into his steps as he could without actually breaking out into a run as he went to the bathroom to wet a washcloth with cold water. Once he was back in the bedroom, he sat down beside Marcel and held the damp cloth up to his lip while his free hand sought out his. While the nagging voice of his conscience demanded he ask about the nightmare, he was going to do him the same courtesy of not prying. Until his lip was taken care of, at least.
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2019 11:58 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2019 6:28 pm
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Virgil kept his touch as gentle as he could even when he was wiping the dark droplets off of his chest. ”Aye, I’d say so…” After he was done with cleaning away the blood, he leaned in closer to get a better look at his lip in the dim first light of morning. It didn’t look as if Marcel had managed to bite himself hard enough to require dragging him to the emergency room for stitches or anything. The hissing had him wincing in sympathy. No matter how tough the former soldier was, he still didn’t like seeing him hurting in any way. Things would be a pain in the a** for him for a while. Kissing, too, would be off the table until the would was better and that was rather depressed. He was quite addicted to those lips, but causing him added pain was even worse than not kissing him for however long it took for the wound to heal. He could wait. He remained quiet as he kept a studious watch over him for a couple of minutes. The way he had seemed to pretend he didn’t exist a short time ago was still fresh in Virgil’s mind and it only made his concerned curiosity worse. A sigh left him as he dropped the washcloth to the floor for now, wiping moisture off his palm and fingers on his boxers briefs. ”So much for sleepin’ in, eh?” A grin was offered to help reassure him that everything was alright. Well, he was under the impression that Marcel probably had little desire to go back to sleep considering the whole ordeal he had with it. He brought his free hand to cover the top of the one he was holding onto as he let out a sigh. ”What was it about?” The question left a bad taste in his mouth. Inquiring on things that weren’t really any of his business always rubbed him the wrong way, but this time he felt the need to ask. Admittedly, paranoia had a part to play in it. The other hadn’t woken up screaming and in terror, but he’d injured himself, and that made the big guy wonder if his subconscious had help tormenting him again. Swallowing somewhat, he let his gaze drop away from his eyes to his lips once more. Apparently, being in love upped the difficulty of denying his true nature as he was slowly starting to realize. A soft smile formed as Virgil shook his head as it dawned on him that speaking would be one of the things that would hurt. ”Ah, nevermind…don't want ya gushin' all over th' place again."
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