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 Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2020 5:29 pm
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 Virgil offered an apologetic shrug when his unfounded fears of being booted out were proven wrong. He supposed he didn't understand how deeply he felt for him. Or, rather, he believed Marcel would have enough common sense to know when to choose self-perseverance over whatever benefits their relationship brought him. Someone else would no doubt be questioning themselves about their choices right now. What in the ******** had he ever done to deserve this level of love and understanding? Nothing at all. At least he couldn't remember any good deeds that would deliver him this gracious gift that was his relationship with the Hispanic. The calm nature in which he was receiving this news was almost heartbreaking to him. He didn't know how Marcel could stand there and accept this as calmly as he was. Though it didn't last, as he soon found out that there was indeed something that could truly piss his chill boyfriend off. Everything in him froze at the sudden outburst. Seeing the slightest hint of actual anger from Marcel was frightening though the stoic man didn't balk. The hardening of his jaw was the only sign that this affected him. He had always a suspicion that he struggled to keep his darker tendencies in check during a fight, but the confirmation was still painful to hear. "I-" Virgil quickly stopped himself from continuing on. Defending himself or trying to argue right now would be pointless nor did he have the energy to do so. But it did seem the other had misunderstood his reason for dismissing his claim that he wasn't a killer. They both were. They might not have a stomach for killing any longer, but they couldn't wash away the sins of their pasts. And, unlike Marcel, he didn't have the option of calling it quits. Or he wouldn't when reality came knocking. A side of his mouth twitched down with a small, unhappy frown turned as he listened to him continue. Clearly, the veteran was quite biased when it came to the paid killer who lived with him and willing to overlook certain things that normal people wouldn't. Virgil didn't get it and probably never would since he had no way of seeing things way through his lover's eyes.
Despite the anger that he'd caused him, Virgil didn't let it scare him away from giving him some small show of affection. It came damn close to it but, in the end, he couldn't ignore the urge to be near Marcel and touch him. As brief and light as it had been, it did help soothe him. And left him craving more, but he stuck to his decision to retreat with his tail tucked between his legs before he got himself into even more trouble. Once he made it into the bedroom, he walked over to the bed and fell face-first down onto the mattress. He laid like that for a few seconds before he crawled upward and wrapped his arms around a pillow, letting out a heavy sigh as he closed his eyes and pressed his face into it. Exhaustion hung over him like a thick cloud of smog, but sleep still evaded him. His conscience wouldn't let him rest even though he had managed to confess the truth to him. He couldn't even enjoy the fact he was finally laying down in their comfortable-as-all-hell bed. How could he be so cruel to let Marcel believe they would have a normal life together? Nothing about being with him would be completely normal, of course, but he was unwittingly dragging the poor mortal to the dark underbelly of the supernatural world. What if one of their enemies found their way to their home and tried to harm or kill him? Granted, his boyfriend was a capable warrior but they had barely managed to defeat the demon and Matthew's vile spirit. The worries and dark thoughts grew quiet as he heard him coming to bed, the larger man keeping quiet and still until he was touched. "Aye, darlin'?" Virgil opened his eyes and turned his head to the side in order to look at him. Since he had laid down on top of the sheets, it made things awkward but it didn't stop him from trying to scoot closer.
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Posted: Wed Feb 05, 2020 7:23 pm
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 Marcel knew the other man would have a difficult time understanding why he was so infatuated with him and honestly he couldn't understand it either. He never could understand it when he fell in love, he didn't understand it with Kendra and he didn't understand with Virgil either. He supposed that love effected him in such a way to where the Hispanic couldn't even make sense of it. By all means this was a serious issue that should by all means scare him off and yet the thought didn't even cross his mind to leave, he just wanted to make it work out somehow with Virgil no matter what. Maybe it was just how desperate Marcel was, how desperately he needed a companion, a lover, how he needed Virgil. Maybe that was the case but either way the Spaniard just chose to not question it as usual and instead decided to just go with it instead of anything else. Marcel knew that his outburst may have been a bit surprising to the other man, especially since the Hispanic was normally very level headed about most things. The thought though that Virgil had to go back to such a life infuriated him to no end, Virgil wasn't a killer but yet he had no choice but to go back to that life once they came knocking. It pissed him off and yet in the end Marcel had no power to stop it, not being able to protect the man he loved from something that would only cause him pain made the Hispanic furious. So once the other man decided to go to the bedroom it had given Marcel enough time to reason with himself that his outburst was quite uncalled for in the first place. Once he was curled up in bed with his Lover Marcel would feel a bit of relief that Virgil was still awake when he responded to his prodding. The Hispanic would take a small breath and sighed as he shook his head "Sorry...for yelling at you...I just...got really heated up over that..." he apologized to the other man before resting his head on the pillow, staring at Virgil before offering a small smile and chucking a little bit "Get under the covers so we can cuddle you moron" he playfully insulted the other man for a moment, grinning a bit and moving an arm out from under the covers "And I'm wearing your favorite, nothing" right now Marcel just wanted everything to go back to normal, he was done talking about this subject, there was nothing else that could be said that wouldn't upset the two of them. Nothing that could be done about it at all. Instead he liked Virgil's idea, to just live day by and day and just enjoy each other while they still had the time to do so. á(Translation: ) |
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Posted: Thu Feb 06, 2020 9:56 am
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Virgil managed to stop himself from shooting down the apology this time. He didn't think it was necessary, but he wouldn't interrupt him. Sure, being yelled at had been an experience he didn't want to go through again but he honestly couldn't blame Marcel for losing his cool. Finding out that your significant other was a hired killer for a secret agency couldn't be an easy pill to swallow. He probably wouldn't have kept a level head if the situation had been switched around because there was no way he could just idly stand by while his younger lover went back into the military. Something he thankfully didn't have to worry about, unlike the other man. "No harm done, darlin'." He would offer his own small smile to show he didn't have any hard feelings for the outburst earlier. "Moron?" He knew Marcel was joking, which would only prompt him to pretend to be insulted. "No, I don't think I will." The brute even went as far as to turn his back to him. But within the next heartbeat, he was rolling back over again and moving to straddle the former soldier's hips, hoping to use his weight to trap him underneath the blankets. "Nothin'. huh?" He smirked down at him. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think ya were tryin' t'tempt me, Mr. Velazquez." Nearly fighting one moment then going back to normal the next couldn't be healthy but he wasn't going to question it the oddities of their relationship. That things had settled down between them was all that mattered to him. Leaning down, Virgil kissed him on the lips before he slowly deepened it if he was permitted to. It wasn't his usual ravenous and demanding way that he usually kissed him, he managed to restrain that part of himself and keep the embrace slow and sensual. After everything he'd just put his companion through, this was the one way he could soothe any lingering stress their conversation had caused him. And it would be a lie to say that he didn't need this. He craved the contact with Marcel deep down in his soul. How he would ever be able to live apart from him was beyond him. The more time he spent with him, the more he was realizing just how starved he was for companionship.
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2020 7:40 am
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Marcel had felt a bit bad for yelling at the other man, even if it was perfectly fair for him to be upset. However the Hispanic had never been one to let himself get so upset with a loved one that he'd raise his voice and yell at them over something. It had happened occasionally throughout his life, especially with his own Mother but that was another thing entirely. Raising his voice to a loved one usually just ended with him feeling bad for it afterwards, although meanwhile he had no problem with yelling at other people whom he didn't know. The Spaniard would offer a small smile when the other man accepted his apology easily enough, honestly he figured that Virgil would but he still wanted to make it clear that he was sorry for it. Once Marcel offered his little humorous insult and smirked a bit "Is there an echo in this room suddenly?" the snarky remark flowed naturally out of his mouth as a matching grin graced his features. He could be such an a**. However this time it was Marcel's turn to fake insult as the other man even went as far as turning his back to him "Excuse you?" amusement was light in his tone as he would proceed to inform Virgil about his state of undress which caused a grin to form on his lips as Virgil wasted no time straddling his hips and pinning him under the blankets, the fiend! Marcel would proceed to shoot a cocky smirk at Virgil as he gazed up at his boyfriend with his dark gaze "Well Mr. Cambric clearly you're as dense as a brick, I don't think I can be any more obvious" he teased the other man lightly as a small chuckle reverberated through him. There was no way that this could be a healthy way of dealing with their issues, just burying them and ignoring it until the issue came back up. However it was all the two men could really do, if they fretted over the impending visit from this 'Black Council' then they couldn't enjoy the time they did have together. At least that's how Marcel was going to justify their means of coping. And besides Virgil was now leaning in for a kiss and Marcel would happily meet him in the kiss and simply opened his mouth a bit for Virgil to deepen it. Marcel melted into the kiss and let out the softest moans, this was pure bliss in his opinion and his heart still hammered in his chest whenever they shared an intimate moment like this and those dammed butterflies were coming back up again. Soon Marcel would slide his arms out from the sheets and ended up wrapping his arms around Virgil's neck loosely until they had to part for air, although Marcel didn't waste anytime in pulling Virgil in for one more gentle kiss before pulling back and rested his head on the pillow staring up at the beautiful man above him. What did Marcel do in his life to earn Virgil? Yeah there were issues and a lot of baggage but Marcel was never one to be put off by such things, he loved Virgil and that was all there was too it in his eyes. Werewolves? Black Council? Evil ghost of a pissy Ex? It didn't matter to him, by now Marcel was in too deep, it would take Virgil doing something truly heinous to get the Hispanic to stop loving him. á(Translation: ) |
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2020 6:43 pm
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Virgil rolled his eyes at the sarcasm he was given. Why did he have to fall for such a smart-a**? It was a frustratingly enduring trait though, and he wouldn't have it any other way. It just made it all the better when he was able to silence Marcel with his own wit even if it was one a rare occasion. He had to swallow back the urge to mock him this time in order to stick to his fake sulking. The hunter was not able to resist the temptation for long, however. No matter how stubborn and hard-headed he could be at times, he couldn't stand not being close to his Spaniard. A throaty moan of relief escaped from him when Marcel allowed their embrace to deepen and their tongues met for the first time. He would happily suffer the pain of oxygen depletion to keep the kiss going, but he eventually had to stop once he started to get light-headed. One quick breath was all he managed before he found their lips meeting again, but he had no complaint. The usual shy and genuine smile formed as he gazed down at the man underneath him. Whether he was aware of it or not, Marcel was slowly making the cynical b*****d believe in fated love the longer he was with him. Their relationship might have some flaws to it, but he didn't see how they weren't meant to be together. Every second with him felt so pure and perfect with him, minus the inconvenient hiccups, of course. "Come what may..." He whispered the vow softly as he reached up and caressed his cheek before he pulled out of his arms and got out of the bed. He left the room long enough to turn the thermostat down a few degrees. Upon his return, he removed his boxers before he lifted the blankets covering Marcel enough so he could slid in on top of him. For once, Virgil had no naughty plans up his sleeves. He simply desired to have no barriers between their bodies. He nuzzled the veteran's neck, being careful to avoid the fresh bite mark. The nuzzling was soon replaced by gentle nips and kisses as the werewolf showered him with wolfish affection. After nearly a full minute of this, he stopped and lifted his head to meet those dark browns. "I love you so much." He kissed him again, having no problem with keeping the snarky man's mouth busy until he fell asleep. It didn't help that Virgil could easily become addicted to the elation that came with each kiss they shared. Well, he supposed there was no denying it. He was addicted to the way Marcel made his pulse quicken with any sort of little touch. It was a rush he had a hard time living without.
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Posted: Sat Feb 08, 2020 8:41 am
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Marcel ended up smirking a bit in amusement when he saw the other man's obvious eye roll. Oh please, Virgil loved Marcel's three S's, Sass, Snark, and Sarcasm. They were without a doubt obviously the Hispanic's best and most lovable traits...said nobody ever. Still though the other man had stuck around this long, he must have found him at least a bit amusing. Of course to say that their kiss was breathtaking would always be an understatement in his opinion, something about Virgil just had such an effect one him that he hasn't experienced since Kendra. And even then Kendra was never one for such passionate embraces unless she was in the right mood and even then she was always the submissive one once things got heated. But with Virgil it was always a dance for the two of them, the power balance was always shifting between them and Marcel loved it. It felt like this aspect of their relationship always kept each other on their toes in a way. You never knew who would want dominance and if both wanted then it would sometimes be a battle to see who would give first. Sometimes it was the Spaniard and sometimes it was the Werewolf, that was the fun of it he supposed. Once they finally parted for real this time Marcel felt his cheeks flush just a bit when Virgil made his soft vow and his heartbeat picked up a bit and smiled warmly at his love. It was so funny, from media people from the south of America were always portrayed as either hard working blue collard folks or incestuous rednecks who couldn't read a book to save their lives with no in between. And yet here was Virgil whom while rough around the edges had such a poetic way with words that just came out of nowhere and always surprised the Hispanic a bit. Marcel would then smile a bit as Virgil grabbed a hold of him and began to nuzzle his neck a bit before he went about showering him with nips and kisses and thankfully due to their earlier two rounds back to back Marcel was thankfully spent. Instead he just let out a soft him before he heard the other man speak before they met for another kiss and Marcel would deepen their kiss a bit more, letting their tongues dance together once more for a bit before pulling away and letting out a small sigh of contentment "And I love you too Rafe, you're...so special to me..." he managed to get out after pondering for the right words for a moment before deciding that was the perfect thing to say. Once in awhile he could come up with something good to say and Marcel would cuddle into Virgil's arms, resting his head on the others chest over where the scar on his heart was "Hey Virgil...?" while it was on his mind he may as well ask "How are you so good with your words? You're so good at being poetic and romantic" it may come off as a silly question all things considered but it was one that Marcel wanted to ask. á(Translation: ) |
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Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2020 5:04 pm
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Virgil finally settled down once he determined he had showered his boyfriend with enough affection. ”Rafe?” Hearing his birth name caught him off guard for a split second as he mistook it for someone else’s name before his stressed brain finally made the connection. Outside of his family, hearing the name being spoken with any sort of endearment was a rarity. It may just be the first time in his life, honestly. A smile ghosted across his lips as he closed his eyes and relaxed against his lover, the sweet sentiment doing the job of helping him return to a calmer state of mind. Marcel’s statements may be simple in their nature, but he still appreciated hearing them during these rare times he was able to put his thoughts into words. It made them even more important to the werewolf when he took into consideration the fact the battle-scarred veteran still had the capability to love within him. Drowsiness was finally starting to sink in for him as the question was posed. ”Huh?” An eye cracked open and focused on the handsome face mere inches from his own. ”I’unno…” he murmured, his brows furrowed in slight confusion. Virgil has never thought much about it before. In fact, he would argue that he wasn’t good with words if it wasn’t for the fact Marcel apparently thought he was and arguing wasn’t something he had the energy to do. ”Country music?” He offered what he hoped would be a better answer. Country songs usually did have some sort of underlying theme about love to them although ninety percent of those were also break-up songs so perhaps not. ”Or maybe it’s all those trashy romance novels I read.” Virgil smirked at that suggestion. Again, he seriously doubted his muse developed from his enjoyment of reading what was essentially smut. ”I-” His voice quickly died as he stopped himself, realizing that confessing his childhood love of poetry wouldn’t be a good idea. Marcel had enough to tease him about as it was, he wasn’t about to hand him any more ammo! ”Heh, maybe I’m jus’ that talented…” This time, his lazy grin was a little more lively.
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Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2020 8:00 pm
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Marcel would nod his head a little bit when the other seemed confused by the use of his birth name and the Hispanic would offer a small smile to the other man "Sorry if you don't like that, I can stop" he quickly backtracked just in case he didn't care to have his birth name used in place of the one he had given himself. Honestly the use of his birth name had just tumbled past his lips without much forethought at all, maybe it was just his way of being extra personal, even if he didn't realize it himself yet. The Hispanic would then hold the other male close as he seemed to cuddle up to him but he just wanted to pose one more question to Virgil before letting the other sleep. Marcel would hear his first answer and he would end up chuckling a little bit and shaking his head, country music? Of all things? He'd heard country before and not a single one was as beautiful as some of the things Virgil would end up saying to him sometimes. Next was his romance novels? About gay cowboys? Oh goodness, Virgil was a lost cause if those were where he got his muse from! Of course Marcel simply smiled a bit and kissed the top of Virgil's head when he finally just said that he was just that talented, he ******** doubted it! But instead Marcel would simply chuckle a bit and nodded his head "Yeah, you are if that's true. Because I love those little lines you come out with" it was pretty romantic if he were being honest, having his lover read even just a line of poetry to him was enough to cause his heart to flutter and flip. To bring that warm feeling to the pit of his stomach and cause the Hispanic to feel at fuzzy inside. From there Marcel would simply let the two of them sit there in silence, finally realizing that just because he was an insomniac didn't mean that he could keep Virgil up. So he simply let the other relax with him and closed his own eyes, even if it a fruitless endeavor and he sat there for hours wide awake, at least he'd be able to watch over Virgil the entire time. á(Translation: ) |
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2020 5:44 pm
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Marcel would smile just a bit when the other waved off his concern about the use of his birth name, pointing out that it had just been awhile. That of course made sense, the name used in such a casual moment between the two of them was probably just a bit different. Either way the Hispanic had to admit he liked the way both names rolled off the tongue, Virgil and Rafe. Two names for the same man. He would admit he was a bit more partial to Virgil himself but he figured that the Spanish Veteran would use the others birth name for more serious matters such as confessing a deep love he had for him...or to chew him out for something. Both scenarios worked fine. Marcel would then go on to admit that he actually quite liked the more poetic side of Virgil as such small quotes and lines made him feel all warm inside. It was almost sad with how easily the other man could make Marcel's stomach do flips and cause his heart rate to go up. The other man was his and that thought alone was all the Hispanic needed in his life, big family be dammed. It was amazing how much their earlier conversation had caused Marcel to rethink what he wanted for his future, he still may have wanted a family but he was more than happy just to have Virgil in his life and nothing would ever change that. As Marcel laid there he would simply let the other man slowly drift off to sleep, a slow process but eventually the others even breathing clued him in that he was asleep. Marcel's eyes were more than adjusted to the dark so he would spend a good amount of his time watching Virgil with the moonlight that was filtering through the window. Gods he was gorgeous and while he was rough around the edges with a dark past, Marcel was probably best suited to looking past those flaws. Mostly because he was just as bad as Virgil, if not worse due to his involvement with the death of many, many civilians whose bodies were dumped in a mass grave. Whose deaths went unreported and missed by media would'd crucify the military for such actions if it were to ever come out. No doubt Virgil has probably had his hand in the deaths of many people in his day but he doubted that Virgil had to put a bullet in the skull of a sobbing child as they clung to the corpses of their dead Mother and Father. Some things haunted Marcel more than others but at the end of the day it was in the past and he needed to simply move on and try his best everyday to not give in to darker urges that his military life ingrained into him. Once he heard Virgil begin to make some noise which sounded quite angry and the half awake Marcel would crack an eye open to see the other man open his eyes and the Hispanic would feel the other man ghost his fingers of his back. So in his half asleep state Marcel would roll over just a bit and gathered Virgil in his arms, holding onto him to comfort him should the need be there at all for him "Mmm still here Querido" he spoke quietly, stroking the others back a bit in slow motions before closing his eyes once more as Marcel was slowly allowing himself to give in to sleep at long last. á(Translation: ) |
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2020 9:01 am
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His body relaxed further at the feeling of familiar arms wrapping around him. The odd dream hadn’t upset him but being held by his man would always be a relaxing experience for him. The Hispanic voice sounded, to him, heavy with sleep so Virgil swallowed the question lingering on his tongue. Asking what had happened with the group of hoodlums the other evening wasn’t important enough to risk disturbing his rest. What was important was Marcel being there with him and actually getting some sleep, which he knew was a fickle thing for him. All he made was a small noise in return as a way to let him know everything was alright. It was just a stupid dream, he wasn’t going to let it bother him. It would be easy to do so, the voice was already trying to get his attention to tell him he would fail when it came to keeping Marcel safe from harm although this time he refused to give it the time of day. Instead, Virgil focused his attention on every little knick and scar he could feel while he kept up with slowly petting the younger man’s back. Thanks to all the sleep he’d gotten over the last couple of days, he was wide awake now. At least he would have the opportunity to watch over the other now, not that it mattered since things seemed to have calmed down during the night. Where was this wakefulness the night the demon decided to attack them? Useless. So damn useless.
How did Marcel do it? Just lay there without anything to keep his mind occupied? He wasn’t sure how much time had passed but it was starting to feel an awful lot like all damn night. A quick glance was thrown toward the window as he was convinced the sky would be completely light, but he found it was just as dark as ever. Which was fine, really, because he sure as s**t wasn’t ready for morning to come. As much as he was starting to secretly hate the routine of a normal life, Virgil knew he had to stick with it for the sake of their relationship. Until his former life came knocking on their door, anyway. Releasing a soft grumble, he carefully stretched and curled his toes to relieve the restless feeling settling into his muscles. It didn’t help but he refused to give into the urge to get up and move around.
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Posted: Sat May 02, 2020 4:50 pm
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Marcel would let out a content sigh when his arms settled around the older man and held him safely in his arms. Just having someone next to him, someone to hold and care for helped in ways that he could not imagine. It helped satiate that core deep loneliness that the Hispanic had been so good at ignoring until recently. The last thing he remember feeling was the touch of Virgil going over each scar on his body, the familiar touch on desensitized scarred tissue was the last thing he remembered as darkness had finally overtaken him. Marcel's sleep was deep and surprisingly void of anything, no dream, no nothing. Just the endless void of unconsciousness that was sleep. Of course there was no grasp on how long he was out or how long he had been asleep but sometime later, however long it may have been, Marcel began to stir in his sleep. He would toss and turn a bit, grunting a bit in what seemed to be annoyance. As soon a figure appeared in Marcel's black void of sleep, there he would appear to be standing there to confront the figure. However as the darkness vanished from the figure the Hispanic would blink a bit when he was confronted with a mirror image of himself, albeit a nasty sneer painted on his face "I don't get it, why do you try to silence me? I'm the only reason you even survived the military, you entitled brat" his words caused Marcel to blink in confusion before glaring at the copycat "Nice try you ******** Demon, you're not getting the better of me this time!" he growled out as Marcel dove in for a full offense, not willing to be made into a victim this time! However it seemed like in combat they were evenly matched, like he somehow knew every strategy and technique that the Hispanic knew and the confusion on his brow would even show in the waking world where he was wildly throwing limbs, not even sure if he was hitting Virgil or not if he was even still in bed "You idiot, I'm not that pathetic demon that you couldn't handle" the Hispanic would glare at his doppelganger "Who are you then!?" he would demand both in his dream while in the waking world he'd slur the words out "I'm you, the side you insist on repressing! The better you..." suddenly other Marcel would vanish and appear in front of dream Marcel "...the stronger version of you" and a solid punch landed on dream Marcel's cheek as he fell to the floor, only to have a weight placed onto his chest as the doppelganger Marcel sat on top of him and wrapped his hands around dream Marcel's throat "The you that isn't afraid to kill!" and in his dream the doppelganger would begin to strangle Marcel and in the waking world Marcel would be making gasping noises as if he were being choked. He was still taking deep, unhindered breaths but from the way he was sounding you'd swear that someone truly had their hands around the Hispanic's throat. á(Translation: ) |
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2020 8:39 am
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The urge to do something eventually became more than he had the willpower to resist though he didn’t go far. Virgil rolled over onto his side and grabbed his phone from the nightstand to read. The e-book might not be the epic and plot-heavy book he’d prefer to read but it was a good way to pass a couple of hours. It was certainly better than just laying there in the dark while he waited for morning to come and for his partner to wake up. As much as he loved looking at Marcel’s handsome mug, it did sort of make him feel like some kind of creeper after doing it for too long.
Virgil hardly paid any mind to the first smack he received, chalking it up to him simply moving in his sleep but he didn’t ignore the motions for long. ”Hey, cut that s**t out, will ya?” He grumbled annoyance when a second hit landed in his back, hard enough to come close to actually hurting him. He rolled over to face him, fully expecting to find an awake and potentially pissed, for some reason, Marcel. If only he’d come to face that. He quickly reached out to grab the wrist of his hand going for his face along with the second on for good measure, grunting when a knee crashed into his thigh. ”Marcel, wake up.” He managed to keep his voice calm as he pushed their bodies over so he could sit down on his legs in an attempt to keep him from flailing. At first, he thought the demon had decided to attack again but he didn’t smell any rot or feel an oppressive energy in the room with them. Though the bounty hunter knew just because they’d chased off the demon didn’t mean the nightmares would be over for his boyfriend. Demon or not, war was psychology damaging for everyone involved and it wouldn’t surprise him if there was a lot of s**t he still needed to sort through before he would be somewhat okay. It made sense to him considering how hard Marcel seemed to be fighting in his sleep. ”Darlin’. It’s okay. Ya don’t have t’fight anymore...you’re not ah soldier. You’re safe, you’re home. I’m ‘ere…” Virgil felt foolish for talking at a moment like this, but he figured this gentle approach would be better than an aggressive one. ”C’mon, Marcy…” He began to lean down to kiss him only to freeze an inch from his lips as he spoke out. He reared back and stared down at him in confusion. The ********? The big brute didn’t have a chance to contemplate what it could mean, for in the next instance Marcel made a rather alarming noise. Like invisible hands were trying to choke the life out of him. Virgil released his hold on his wrists and cupped his face with hands as he leaned down over him. ”Marcel! It’s jus’ ah nightmare, wake up!”
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2020 4:05 am
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Marcel's wild swings were inaccurate but they did have some bite to them which meant that Virgil did have the potential to get possibly hurt. But thankfully though he was smart enough to restrain the Hispanic, unfortunately restraining the former soldier only made him unknowingly struggle even harder against his boyfriend. As the dream went on Marcel's swings had begun to put more muscle behind them which would thankfully be just kept in check by Virgil. The other man's voice when he called out to him the first time fell on deaf ears as Marcel's flailing began to only get worse and worse but once again Virgil was smart and proceeded to sit on the Hispanic's legs which had begun kicking violently. As Marcel continued trying his hardest to fight off and beat his doppelganger it seemed like Virgil's words were reaching both Marcel and the doppelganger. As the two had only paused for a second as the other grunted a bit, shaking his head Virgil...he's sweet but war never ends, the moron the doppelganger grunted out while Marcel shifted in his sleep and uttered his question to the other Marcel. However the Spanish male didn't have time to do or utter anything else as his doppelganger was quite literally on top of him, supposedly choking the life from him. The moment his arms were released Marcel would begin making motions to shove and push at his doppelganger off of him, only to end up trying to shove Virgil off him. However once the other man cupped his face and got closer it seemed his words finally broke through at that moment as Marcel's dark eyes shot open and began genuinely pushing Virgil in a blind panic, unaware he wasn't dreaming now. It took a moment before he finally came back to reality and laid there panting as he stared up at Virgil with wide, shocked eyes. He would lay there silently for a moment as his eyes went to each arm that were resting against his lovers shoulders and Marcel's hands would slowly drop listlessly onto the bed. After a moment one hand slowly lifted up to his throat to feel for any tenderness or marks and there were none, confirming that it was no attack and just all a dream. Finally Marcel would lay there looking at Virgil for a moment "I...I don't..." he didn't know what to say at this moment as the Hispanic just laid there before lifting his arms up and wrapping them around Virgil and held him close, he needed something to anchor himself for a moment. He needed something he knew was tangible and real. He knew there was going to be questions but how the ******** did he even explain it? What could be said? "Did...I say anything?" he asked quietly. He needed to know what Virgil may have heard, if anything at all. Marcel almost just didn't want to talk about it but yet he knew that despite his reluctance, communication would be something he needed to work on still. Virgil had proven time and time again that he was always willing to lend a non judgmental ear when things were serious. á(Translation: ) |
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