A Dark Entity.

@abberated-poppies

Two halves don’t always make a whole.

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the mirror on the wall is broken, and dripping black blood.

Everything in Marion’s world is tuned to his liking, from the designs of the paintings adorning the walls down to how many wine bottles were housed in his cellar. Everything was always in its place. Always. Until now.

Marion’s guard instantly rose as soon as it saw the shattered mirror at the end of the hallway. It slowly approached it like a predator hunting its prey. How had this escaped his knowledge? Nothing should have been able to break the mirror… unless someone was, somehow, in his world.

the blood oozed into a puddle on the floor in front of it, inky handprints smeared into the wall like something had dragged itself out. the trail led down the hall into another room, and the sound of choked, gurgling breathing came from it.

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Stained the pine floors, Marion thought with a grimace as he followed the trail of thick ooze into one of the office rooms. The blinds in the room were drawn and by some strange work of magic, that made the room darker than usual despite Marion’s world existing in a pitch-black void with no outside light whatsoever. Even still, Marion could sense a form in there. Ready to attack, it stepped into the doorframe of the room. Its imposing silhouette almost took up the entirety of the space.

“Speak.”

a heartbeat of silence, as if whoever it was was too scared, as if they hoped to simply hide there in the shadows. when she finally did speak, it was a barely decipherable mess of coughing, raspy whispers. it sounded like bones were cracking back there, too.

"i needed out i needed i don't know what i did wrong hurts home break damie im scared please let me go home don't send me back i was so nice and good i think im sick leave leave leave don't please stay-"

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The entity was in front of the uninvited guest in the blink of an eye. Its red and blue eyes glowed through the gloom. “How do you know that name?” Marion demanded. He would have pressed more if not for the face that suddenly came into view. It was… oddly familiar. It reminded him of something long ago, something each of the bodies contained in him shared a memory of. From the depths of Marion’s mind, something arose.

“…The…” Marion took a step back, his brow furrowed. “The DA?”

dead, glassy green eyes looked back up at him. her pale face was crisscrossed with cracks like a shattered porcelain mask, thick black blood running down her visage. similar stains dotted her clothes, the stomach area on her sweater completely soaked through. she struggled to keep her head upright, pressing her back into the wall like a cornered animal.

"i'm just louise now please don't put me back i just wanted out. i'm just me. i'm just me."

abberated-poppies

Marion wanted nothing more than to send this woman back to where she came from, but someone else had a say in things. Instead of one eye being red and the other being blue, both shifted to a dark blue hue. He moved to the windows next to Louise and pulled the string on the blinds. He turned his attention towards Louise. The entity’s suspicions were confirmed; the poor thing was battered. Marion crouched down to her and said “I won’t put you back in.” in much softer tone than previously spoken. He paused before adding, “You have been in there for a long time, hm?”

louise squinted at the light, one hand shielding her eyes from the sudden brightness. at the reassurance, her shoulders relaxed, just slightly, and her voice became a little more even, less at war with itself, even though she still looked to be struggling to breathe properly.

"i think i have - i think i have. no days or nights or years. it's all like pressed down soil. no worms or bugs, just... just clay. crushing. all broken up is me."

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Marion cast his gaze to the floor and nodded. Despite his calmer demeanor, one or two flickers of a tormented face much like Marion’s could be seen stretching from his body. “I know the feeling.” Inwardly, an argument was being had within Marion, but all that the entity did to show it was a sigh. “Stay. I will get you new clothes.” Just like that, it vanished with little fanfare.

she nodded frantically, her movements jittery, uncertain. she felt every action, every word that could fall out of her mouth was wrong, stumbled over, malformed. she huddled back into the corner, continuing to murmur to herself, "youre safe. you're safe. you're safe."

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After a few minutes, Marion reappeared with a bundle of clothing in its arms. “These will do.” It was a long sleeve cotton shirt and a high-waisted pleated skirt that dropped to the floor; both looked quite old and dusty, but they did the job. Marion put them at Louise’s feet and headed towards the door. “I’ll stand outside. Alert me if you need assistance.”

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abberated-poppies

the mirror on the wall is broken, and dripping black blood.

Everything in Marion’s world is tuned to his liking, from the designs of the paintings adorning the walls down to how many wine bottles were housed in his cellar. Everything was always in its place. Always. Until now.

Marion’s guard instantly rose as soon as it saw the shattered mirror at the end of the hallway. It slowly approached it like a predator hunting its prey. How had this escaped his knowledge? Nothing should have been able to break the mirror… unless someone was, somehow, in his world.

the blood oozed into a puddle on the floor in front of it, inky handprints smeared into the wall like something had dragged itself out. the trail led down the hall into another room, and the sound of choked, gurgling breathing came from it.

abberated-poppies

Stained the pine floors, Marion thought with a grimace as he followed the trail of thick ooze into one of the office rooms. The blinds in the room were drawn and by some strange work of magic, that made the room darker than usual despite Marion’s world existing in a pitch-black void with no outside light whatsoever. Even still, Marion could sense a form in there. Ready to attack, it stepped into the doorframe of the room. Its imposing silhouette almost took up the entirety of the space.

“Speak.”

a heartbeat of silence, as if whoever it was was too scared, as if they hoped to simply hide there in the shadows. when she finally did speak, it was a barely decipherable mess of coughing, raspy whispers. it sounded like bones were cracking back there, too.

"i needed out i needed i don't know what i did wrong hurts home break damie im scared please let me go home don't send me back i was so nice and good i think im sick leave leave leave don't please stay-"

abberated-poppies

The entity was in front of the uninvited guest in the blink of an eye. Its red and blue eyes glowed through the gloom. “How do you know that name?” Marion demanded. He would have pressed more if not for the face that suddenly came into view. It was… oddly familiar. It reminded him of something long ago, something each of the bodies contained in him shared a memory of. From the depths of Marion’s mind, something arose.

“…The…” Marion took a step back, his brow furrowed. “The DA?”

dead, glassy green eyes looked back up at him. her pale face was crisscrossed with cracks like a shattered porcelain mask, thick black blood running down her visage. similar stains dotted her clothes, the stomach area on her sweater completely soaked through. she struggled to keep her head upright, pressing her back into the wall like a cornered animal.

"i'm just louise now please don't put me back i just wanted out. i'm just me. i'm just me."

abberated-poppies

Marion wanted nothing more than to send this woman back to where she came from, but someone else had a say in things. Instead of one eye being red and the other being blue, both shifted to a dark blue hue. He moved to the windows next to Louise and pulled the string on the blinds. He turned his attention towards Louise. The entity’s suspicions were confirmed; the poor thing was battered. Marion crouched down to her and said “I won’t put you back in.” in much softer tone than previously spoken. He paused before adding, “You have been in there for a long time, hm?”

louise squinted at the light, one hand shielding her eyes from the sudden brightness. at the reassurance, her shoulders relaxed, just slightly, and her voice became a little more even, less at war with itself, even though she still looked to be struggling to breathe properly.

"i think i have - i think i have. no days or nights or years. it's all like pressed down soil. no worms or bugs, just... just clay. crushing. all broken up is me."

abberated-poppies

Marion cast his gaze to the floor and nodded. Despite his calmer demeanor, one or two flickers of a tormented face much like Marion’s could be seen stretching from his body. “I know the feeling.” Inwardly, an argument was being had within Marion, but all that the entity did to show it was a sigh. “Stay. I will get you new clothes.” Just like that, it vanished with little fanfare.

#**suit and tie #rp #**periwinkle. 🗝️

abberated-poppies

the mirror on the wall is broken, and dripping black blood.

Everything in Marion’s world is tuned to his liking, from the designs of the paintings adorning the walls down to how many wine bottles were housed in his cellar. Everything was always in its place. Always. Until now.

Marion’s guard instantly rose as soon as it saw the shattered mirror at the end of the hallway. It slowly approached it like a predator hunting its prey. How had this escaped his knowledge? Nothing should have been able to break the mirror… unless someone was, somehow, in his world.

the blood oozed into a puddle on the floor in front of it, inky handprints smeared into the wall like something had dragged itself out. the trail led down the hall into another room, and the sound of choked, gurgling breathing came from it.

abberated-poppies

Stained the pine floors, Marion thought with a grimace as he followed the trail of thick ooze into one of the office rooms. The blinds in the room were drawn and by some strange work of magic, that made the room darker than usual despite Marion’s world existing in a pitch-black void with no outside light whatsoever. Even still, Marion could sense a form in there. Ready to attack, it stepped into the doorframe of the room. Its imposing silhouette almost took up the entirety of the space.

“Speak.”

a heartbeat of silence, as if whoever it was was too scared, as if they hoped to simply hide there in the shadows. when she finally did speak, it was a barely decipherable mess of coughing, raspy whispers. it sounded like bones were cracking back there, too.

"i needed out i needed i don't know what i did wrong hurts home break damie im scared please let me go home don't send me back i was so nice and good i think im sick leave leave leave don't please stay-"

abberated-poppies

The entity was in front of the uninvited guest in the blink of an eye. Its red and blue eyes glowed through the gloom. “How do you know that name?” Marion demanded. He would have pressed more if not for the face that suddenly came into view. It was… oddly familiar. It reminded him of something long ago, something each of the bodies contained in him shared a memory of. From the depths of Marion’s mind, something arose.

“…The…” Marion took a step back, his brow furrowed. “The DA?”

dead, glassy green eyes looked back up at him. her pale face was crisscrossed with cracks like a shattered porcelain mask, thick black blood running down her visage. similar stains dotted her clothes, the stomach area on her sweater completely soaked through. she struggled to keep her head upright, pressing her back into the wall like a cornered animal.

"i'm just louise now please don't put me back i just wanted out. i'm just me. i'm just me."

abberated-poppies

Marion wanted nothing more than to send this woman back to where she came from, but someone else had a say in things. Instead of one eye being red and the other being blue, both shifted to a dark blue hue. He moved to the windows next to Louise and pulled the string on the blinds. He turned his attention towards Louise. The entity’s suspicions were confirmed; the poor thing was battered. Marion crouched down to her and said “I won’t put you back in.” in much softer tone than previously spoken. He paused before adding, “You have been in there for a long time, hm?”

#**suit and tie #rp #**periwinkle. 🗝️

abberated-poppies

the mirror on the wall is broken, and dripping black blood.

Everything in Marion’s world is tuned to his liking, from the designs of the paintings adorning the walls down to how many wine bottles were housed in his cellar. Everything was always in its place. Always. Until now.

Marion’s guard instantly rose as soon as it saw the shattered mirror at the end of the hallway. It slowly approached it like a predator hunting its prey. How had this escaped his knowledge? Nothing should have been able to break the mirror… unless someone was, somehow, in his world.

the blood oozed into a puddle on the floor in front of it, inky handprints smeared into the wall like something had dragged itself out. the trail led down the hall into another room, and the sound of choked, gurgling breathing came from it.

abberated-poppies

Stained the pine floors, Marion thought with a grimace as he followed the trail of thick ooze into one of the office rooms. The blinds in the room were drawn and by some strange work of magic, that made the room darker than usual despite Marion’s world existing in a pitch-black void with no outside light whatsoever. Even still, Marion could sense a form in there. Ready to attack, it stepped into the doorframe of the room. Its imposing silhouette almost took up the entirety of the space.

“Speak.”

a heartbeat of silence, as if whoever it was was too scared, as if they hoped to simply hide there in the shadows. when she finally did speak, it was a barely decipherable mess of coughing, raspy whispers. it sounded like bones were cracking back there, too.

"i needed out i needed i don't know what i did wrong hurts home break damie im scared please let me go home don't send me back i was so nice and good i think im sick leave leave leave don't please stay-"

abberated-poppies

The entity was in front of the uninvited guest in the blink of an eye. Its red and blue eyes glowed through the gloom. “How do you know that name?” Marion demanded. He would have pressed more if not for the face that suddenly came into view. It was… oddly familiar. It reminded him of something long ago, something each of the bodies contained in him shared a memory of. From the depths of Marion’s mind, something arose.

“…The…” Marion took a step back, his brow furrowed. “The DA?”

#**suit and tie #**periwinkle. 🗝️#periwinkles represent memories #i thought it was fitting for a character tag :]#rp

abberated-poppies

the mirror on the wall is broken, and dripping black blood.

Everything in Marion’s world is tuned to his liking, from the designs of the paintings adorning the walls down to how many wine bottles were housed in his cellar. Everything was always in its place. Always. Until now.

Marion’s guard instantly rose as soon as it saw the shattered mirror at the end of the hallway. It slowly approached it like a predator hunting its prey. How had this escaped his knowledge? Nothing should have been able to break the mirror… unless someone was, somehow, in his world.

the blood oozed into a puddle on the floor in front of it, inky handprints smeared into the wall like something had dragged itself out. the trail led down the hall into another room, and the sound of choked, gurgling breathing came from it.

abberated-poppies

Stained the pine floors, Marion thought with a grimace as he followed the trail of thick ooze into one of the office rooms. The blinds in the room were drawn and by some strange work of magic, that made the room darker than usual despite Marion’s world existing in a pitch-black void with no outside light whatsoever. Even still, Marion could sense a form in there. Ready to attack, it stepped into the doorframe of the room. Its imposing silhouette almost took up the entirety of the space.

“Speak.”

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the mirror on the wall is broken, and dripping black blood.

Everything in Marion’s world is tuned to his liking, from the designs of the paintings adorning the walls down to how many wine bottles were housed in his cellar. Everything was always in its place. Always. Until now.

Marion’s guard instantly rose as soon as it saw the shattered mirror at the end of the hallway. It slowly approached it like a predator hunting its prey. How had this escaped his knowledge? Nothing should have been able to break the mirror… unless someone was, somehow, in his world.

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what are your nightmares about? they may not be so bad if you talk about them.

- @abberated-poppies

-> ooc; SDKGJFDGK SORRY I FORGOT ABOUT THIS

The last place the Host had thought he'd find himself was at somebody else's house, let alone Marion's.

However, there he was, having been forced to stay with the other for the night due to the raging thunderstorm outside. He'd originally met with him to speak about something business-related (and partially just to spend some time with someone other than himself), though unexpectedly found himself stuck there, having silently cursed himself for not making sure of the weather beforehand.

It'd been nice enough to let the man sleep over (not without having Host re-dress his eyes, of course. He didn't want to get blood over her nice couch after all), seeing as the storm obviously wasn't going to let up until morning at the latest. He was definitely grateful he hadn't been made to walk home in the rain.

Unfortunately, however, of course that night of all nights would be one of the harder ones for him. One of the nights he found himself plagued by a sleep terror or a nightmare and of course one of the nights he wakes with a start, hyperventilating hard as he tries to bite back sobs as not to risk waking anybody.

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“Can’t sleep?” Marion’s voice echoed softly. It was facing the large atrium window zt the front of the living room, seated in a plush armchair. An arm was propped on one of the armrests for the entity to rest his head on. “I can’t either. This all interferes with it.” He waved his free hand around, and as if in cue, a bolt of lightning flashed through the inky black sky. The reality was that Marion didn’t need to sleep at all to function properly; still, the lightning was messing with his aura and giving him a headache. His powers weren’t working well, either.

She tilted her head towards Circe and asked, “What are your night terrors about? …Discussing them might help with the strain.” Marion wasn’t typically this nice, but Host was a cordial guest and had behaved himself, so she figured she could treat him to a little openness.

"What--?" Circe quickly turns his head to look in Marion's general direction (or, so he guessed based on its voice, seeing as he himself was already so shaken up his own abilities had decided to fail on him), still breathing quite heavy as he pulls the blanket he'd been given closer to himself.

"He didn't.. realize Marion was awake- how long has he been there?.." He whispers softly through the confusion, bringing a hand up to run through his hair as if to ground himself a little, "..he's not sure that's something Marion would be too interested in hearing- he apologizes if he was any bother."

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Noting the man’s discomfort and confusion seeping into his aura, Marion assured, “I have not been watching you sleep, if that’s what you’re wondering.” The entity teleported from his chair to in front of the window, hands held behind its back.

“Would you like to know a ‘nightmare’ I have?” Marion turned towards Host again and took a step towards him. “Would that make you feel more comfortable in sharing your own?”

He's not fully sure whether to trust Marion or not, and even more confused about why the entity was being so hospitable towards him in the first place. Trying to shove the slight insecurity to the back of his head, however, he gives a small huff as he shifts a little to sit up more comfortably.

Despite his remaining hesitance, he hadn't had much of a reason not to trust Marion, figuring even then it may help if anything, "..Okay. Yeah, maybe."

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Marion nodded and crossed its arms. “It’s a recurring nightmare. I…” She had a slight moment of hesitation. This was a private thing to say out in the open, but there was no turning back now. “I am out in a forest. It’s winter, and all of the trees are barren. I chop down a tree and tie it to a log. I drag it back to my cabin. All of a sudden, I am watching myself step through the door and speak to… whoever I am.” With a snap of his finger, the armchair he was previously siting in appears right behind him. He sits down and continues, “I go back into my body and freshen up for bed, but when I look in the mirror, a skull looks back at me. A burnt, broken, oozing skull.” The entity’s mouth draws into a tight, straight line after it mentioned that. “Then I wake up.”

Marion met Host’s (eyeless) gaze and asked with a slightly teasing grin, “Was that nightmarish enough for you?”

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what are your nightmares about? they may not be so bad if you talk about them.

- @abberated-poppies

-> ooc; SDKGJFDGK SORRY I FORGOT ABOUT THIS

The last place the Host had thought he'd find himself was at somebody else's house, let alone Marion's.

However, there he was, having been forced to stay with the other for the night due to the raging thunderstorm outside. He'd originally met with him to speak about something business-related (and partially just to spend some time with someone other than himself), though unexpectedly found himself stuck there, having silently cursed himself for not making sure of the weather beforehand.

It'd been nice enough to let the man sleep over (not without having Host re-dress his eyes, of course. He didn't want to get blood over her nice couch after all), seeing as the storm obviously wasn't going to let up until morning at the latest. He was definitely grateful he hadn't been made to walk home in the rain.

Unfortunately, however, of course that night of all nights would be one of the harder ones for him. One of the nights he found himself plagued by a sleep terror or a nightmare and of course one of the nights he wakes with a start, hyperventilating hard as he tries to bite back sobs as not to risk waking anybody.

abberated-poppies

“Can’t sleep?” Marion’s voice echoed softly. It was facing the large atrium window zt the front of the living room, seated in a plush armchair. An arm was propped on one of the armrests for the entity to rest his head on. “I can’t either. This all interferes with it.” He waved his free hand around, and as if in cue, a bolt of lightning flashed through the inky black sky. The reality was that Marion didn’t need to sleep at all to function properly; still, the lightning was messing with his aura and giving him a headache. His powers weren’t working well, either.

She tilted her head towards Circe and asked, “What are your night terrors about? …Discussing them might help with the strain.” Marion wasn’t typically this nice, but Host was a cordial guest and had behaved himself, so she figured she could treat him to a little openness.

"What--?" Circe quickly turns his head to look in Marion's general direction (or, so he guessed based on its voice, seeing as he himself was already so shaken up his own abilities had decided to fail on him), still breathing quite heavy as he pulls the blanket he'd been given closer to himself.

"He didn't.. realize Marion was awake- how long has he been there?.." He whispers softly through the confusion, bringing a hand up to run through his hair as if to ground himself a little, "..he's not sure that's something Marion would be too interested in hearing- he apologizes if he was any bother."

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Noting the man’s discomfort and confusion seeping into his aura, Marion assured, “I have not been watching you sleep, if that’s what you’re wondering.” The entity teleported from his chair to in front of the window, hands held behind its back.

“Would you like to know a ‘nightmare’ I have?” Marion turned towards Host again and took a step towards him. “Would that make you feel more comfortable in sharing your own?”

#**suit and tie #**cosmos. 📚

what are your nightmares about? they may not be so bad if you talk about them.

- @abberated-poppies

-> ooc; SDKGJFDGK SORRY I FORGOT ABOUT THIS

The last place the Host had thought he'd find himself was at somebody else's house, let alone Marion's.

However, there he was, having been forced to stay with the other for the night due to the raging thunderstorm outside. He'd originally met with him to speak about something business-related (and partially just to spend some time with someone other than himself), though unexpectedly found himself stuck there, having silently cursed himself for not making sure of the weather beforehand.

It'd been nice enough to let the man sleep over (not without having Host re-dress his eyes, of course. He didn't want to get blood over her nice couch after all), seeing as the storm obviously wasn't going to let up until morning at the latest. He was definitely grateful he hadn't been made to walk home in the rain.

Unfortunately, however, of course that night of all nights would be one of the harder ones for him. One of the nights he found himself plagued by a sleep terror or a nightmare and of course one of the nights he wakes with a start, hyperventilating hard as he tries to bite back sobs as not to risk waking anybody.

abberated-poppies

“Can’t sleep?” Marion’s voice echoed softly. It was facing the large atrium window zt the front of the living room, seated in a plush armchair. An arm was propped on one of the armrests for the entity to rest his head on. “I can’t either. This all interferes with it.” He waved his free hand around, and as if in cue, a bolt of lightning flashed through the inky black sky. The reality was that Marion didn’t need to sleep at all to function properly; still, the lightning was messing with his aura and giving him a headache. His powers weren’t working well, either.

She tilted her head towards Circe and asked, “What are your night terrors about? …Discussing them might help with the strain.” Marion wasn’t typically this nice, but Host was a cordial guest and had behaved himself, so she figured she could treat him to a little openness.

#i’ll make it separate 😗#**suit and tie #**cosmos. 📚

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[ incoherent ] or [ kiss ] ? 👀 (/nf)

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**KISS RAHHHH**

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This was awful. Marion hadn’t felt this way about someone in years. Decades, even. It was foreign. Sitting on this picnic blanket next to Circe was like torment. As it turned towards the man, he was struck by his beauty which only compounded his embarrassment. The man next to him looked almost ethereal under the glow of the moon and stars above him despite the bloody blindfold around his eyes and slightly messy hair. Marion wasn’t exactly composed itself, wearing a simple polo and khakis, so it could see past these imperfections.

It smiled to itself, a dark gray blush creeping onto its cheeks. It was so lucky to have Circe as a… friend? Was he a friend to Marion at this point? Probably not.

The Host — Circe, around Marion, he supposes — is strangely silent as he's sit comfortably next to the entity, the only sounds around them in the moment of peaceful silence being the gentle wind and soft sound of crickets this time of the night.

Despite how much he himself enjoyed the rare moment, however, they can't help but feel overwhelmed by the entity sitting so close to him.. though, unable to point out to even themselves why (because it certainly wasn't negative, which in it of itself was such an alien feeling to him). Circe lifts his head again to subtly face it as he felt their eyes on him however, feeling his own cheeks heat up and he swears he can feel his heart beating faster.

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Marion whipped his head away from his friend upon their eyes meeting. If his heart still worked, he knew it would be beating frantically. Had he been blushing like this for a while? Jeez, that’s so humiliating.

Was it humiliating, or was it… love? He didn’t know. As his hand balled up into a fist and scrunched a bit of the blanket beneath him, hw took a deep breath in and out. Love. It was love. And that was the most frightening revelation of all.

He had been feeling this way for weeks. It had to come out sometime. “…Host.” Marion mustered up the courage to turn back towards Circe. “I…” But suddenly, the words he wanted to say caught in his throat. He couldn’t get anything out. His tongue was tied. He realized that all he wanted to do was to kiss this guy.

He pauses in surprise to the otherwise stoic entity's embarrassed reaction, silently wondering what that was about. Marion didn't get embarrassed — at least not that he'd ever witnessed. He tried hard not too read too much into its actions and emotions in the first place (seeing as trying to do so seemed to always lead to a pounding migraine compared to normal people), though he can't help but worry if he'd done something to cause it. She didn't seem upset?

As if he could feel the other's anxiousness wafting off of him though, Circe can't help but tilt his head a little in concern, even shifting a little to sit closer to Marion as he looked up to it, "—Are you alright?" he finally speaks up.

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It was now or never.

In one swift movement, Marion leaned forward, clutched Circe’s face in two rough hands, and kissed his lips. As soon as their lips connected, Marion’s aberration flickered around her, but not from any sort of negative feeling - it was a rare positive emotion that made it flicker and even glow brighter.

Was Circe kissing back? God, she hoped so. When she pulled back after what felt like hours, her face flushed and breathless, all she could do was stare at Circe for their reaction. She felt like running, getting out of here, but… she didn’t. She wanted to be here with them.

Circe tenses up at first with the feeling of Marion's hands on his face and its lips pressed against his, freezing with the shock at first. Was this actually happening?? I mean, Marion? He figured affection was the last thing the entity would've felt towards him, let alone..

As it subsides, however, he brought a hand up to rest over Marion's as if to encourage the hold or even keep it there, his own face burning bright as he returns the kiss. He idly ran his thumb over the rough feeling of the other's hand affectionately, and as she finally pulls away his face is impossibly redder as he has to catch his own breath.

"..Holy shit."

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Marion’s hands flew up to its own face, letting out the slightest whine. Its eyes darted away from Circe and warbled out, “That was so forward… I just…” It let out a sigh again and said more steadily, “This is probably a big shock, I know, but… I think I love you, Circe. I haven’t felt this way in a very long time, but I can’t mistake it or hide it anymore.” Marion’s hands went from its face to hold Host’s hands. It looked directly at them, heart swelling, and added, “You understand me in a way no one else really has. I… I would be honored to have you by my side.”

He feels his heart skip a beat with the words, absolutely speechless at first as if he physically couldn't believe what he was hearing — especially coming from Marion, of all people. Then again, of course it'd be him of all people to literally take Circe's breath away.

"..Yes— yeah, I—" He can only stammer out at first with the struggle to properly string his words together, though he seems to finally give up as it melts into a giddy, genuine laugh. Circe brings his hands up to rest over Marion's face, pulling it closer to him to press their foreheads together as he smiles with a shaking breath.

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The laugh emanating from Circe startled Marion at first. Was he laughing at him? Did he make a mistake? These fears were pretty quickly quelled, though; when the other man pulled Marion towards him, a smile grew on the entity’s face. He let out a slight laugh himself. He hadn’t felt this good in forever, and he didn’t want to let this feeling go.

Marion scooted closer to Circe, enough so that their legs touched, and he moved to hug the man tightly. “Would you believe me if I told you I was scared, for once in my life?” He mumbled, grinning to himself. “Scared to confess?”

Circe is breathing shakily, wrapping his arms around the other to hold them tightly, as if afraid it was going to drift away from him or he'd wake up like it all was a dream. He lets out a soft chuckle of amusement, however, as he buries his head into the crook of its neck.

"..You? Intimidating, powerful Marion, scared? ..Yeah, that is kind of hard to believe," He laughs out lightheartedly, relaxing into him as he sighs, "..I'm happy you did."

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Marion pulled away slightly to be heard better. “Honestly, I didn’t think I would ever love again. That we would,” he muttered. “Things can always change, I suppose.”

He held Circe in that hug for quite a long time. They smelled of the woods, and it was a surprisingly comforting scent. After finally pulling away, he grinned and said with a giggle, “Oh my, what do we do now?”

He himself had seemed to lose track of how long he'd been in Marion's hold, his head silent for once as he listened to its rhythmic breathing, the rise and fall of her chest. He couldn't describe it as less than pure contentment is what he felt in those moments.

Circe hums softly under his breath as Marion finally pulls away (and having to keep himself from holding on tighter, from fear of being unable to hold them again), looking up to it with a tilt of his head and a smile, "..I'm, ah.. not sure."

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“Hm. Do we have to do anything?” Marion mused. He brushed his fingers against Circe’s cheek, unconsciously leaning in again. “We could simply sit under the careful watch of the night. Let the stars lull us to sleep.” He was but an inch from his lover’s face at this point. “Would that be so bad?” he cooed.

"..For someone who struggled to find his words earlier, Marion's quite good with them," Circe smiles a bit teasingly up to him, sighing comfortably. He shook his head, face flushed with the closeness and gentle touch against his cheek as he hums, bringing a hand up to brush over Marion's hand, "..that sounds nice."

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Marion playfully shrugged. “When you are tasked with telling the most wonderful person you know that you love them, it can be tongue-tying.” She had slightly hoped Circe would go for it themself and kiss her, but maybe they were too hesitant. That’s understandable. She also understood that she should probably ask again before doing it herself, so… “Would it be alright if I…?”

"You're insufferable," Circe laughs giddily, scooting impossibly closer to Marion as if to silently shake off his own nerves. He leans up, wrapping an arm around her neck to pull her down into another, smaller kiss. He rests his other hand on her cheek before running it through her hair affectionately. He wanted to stay here forever, if he could..

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It was extremely embarrassed by Circe’s gestures, dousing its face in gray blush all over again. Was that a bad thing? Absolutely not. It was euphoric as it sat there in Circe’s embrace. Not only did it kiss back, but it kissed a little deeper. It couldn’t keep the smile on its face from being present, though.

He can't help but smile himself, gently closing his fist in its hair as if to hold them there for a moment longer, silently enjoying the moment. When he finally pulls back again he's out of breath, and he swears his eyes would've been heart-shaped if he had any as he looks over Marion's flushed face.

"..Yeah, I'd say it's alright," He laughs out breathlessly, laying back into the other with a soft, comfortable sigh. Although he felt strangely vulnerable around the entity, he felt.. safe. Content.

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Marion stroked his new lover’s hair as he gazed at the stars above him. “There’s so many things I could show you…” he mumbled. “I could take you anywhere you’d like to go. We could do anything.” When he looked back down to Circe, he was overwhelmed by the care and love present in his aura. This confession went in the best possible way, and Marion really couldn’t be any happier.

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This was awful. Marion hadn’t felt this way about someone in years. Decades, even. It was foreign. Sitting on this picnic blanket next to Circe was like torment. As it turned towards the man, he was struck by his beauty which only compounded his embarrassment. The man next to him looked almost ethereal under the glow of the moon and stars above him despite the bloody blindfold around his eyes and slightly messy hair. Marion wasn’t exactly composed itself, wearing a simple polo and khakis, so it could see past these imperfections.

It smiled to itself, a dark gray blush creeping onto its cheeks. It was so lucky to have Circe as a… friend? Was he a friend to Marion at this point? Probably not.

The Host — Circe, around Marion, he supposes — is strangely silent as he's sit comfortably next to the entity, the only sounds around them in the moment of peaceful silence being the gentle wind and soft sound of crickets this time of the night.

Despite how much he himself enjoyed the rare moment, however, they can't help but feel overwhelmed by the entity sitting so close to him.. though, unable to point out to even themselves why (because it certainly wasn't negative, which in it of itself was such an alien feeling to him). Circe lifts his head again to subtly face it as he felt their eyes on him however, feeling his own cheeks heat up and he swears he can feel his heart beating faster.

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Marion whipped his head away from his friend upon their eyes meeting. If his heart still worked, he knew it would be beating frantically. Had he been blushing like this for a while? Jeez, that’s so humiliating.

Was it humiliating, or was it… love? He didn’t know. As his hand balled up into a fist and scrunched a bit of the blanket beneath him, hw took a deep breath in and out. Love. It was love. And that was the most frightening revelation of all.

He had been feeling this way for weeks. It had to come out sometime. “…Host.” Marion mustered up the courage to turn back towards Circe. “I…” But suddenly, the words he wanted to say caught in his throat. He couldn’t get anything out. His tongue was tied. He realized that all he wanted to do was to kiss this guy.

He pauses in surprise to the otherwise stoic entity's embarrassed reaction, silently wondering what that was about. Marion didn't get embarrassed — at least not that he'd ever witnessed. He tried hard not too read too much into its actions and emotions in the first place (seeing as trying to do so seemed to always lead to a pounding migraine compared to normal people), though he can't help but worry if he'd done something to cause it. She didn't seem upset?

As if he could feel the other's anxiousness wafting off of him though, Circe can't help but tilt his head a little in concern, even shifting a little to sit closer to Marion as he looked up to it, "—Are you alright?" he finally speaks up.

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It was now or never.

In one swift movement, Marion leaned forward, clutched Circe’s face in two rough hands, and kissed his lips. As soon as their lips connected, Marion’s aberration flickered around her, but not from any sort of negative feeling - it was a rare positive emotion that made it flicker and even glow brighter.

Was Circe kissing back? God, she hoped so. When she pulled back after what felt like hours, her face flushed and breathless, all she could do was stare at Circe for their reaction. She felt like running, getting out of here, but… she didn’t. She wanted to be here with them.

Circe tenses up at first with the feeling of Marion's hands on his face and its lips pressed against his, freezing with the shock at first. Was this actually happening?? I mean, Marion? He figured affection was the last thing the entity would've felt towards him, let alone..

As it subsides, however, he brought a hand up to rest over Marion's as if to encourage the hold or even keep it there, his own face burning bright as he returns the kiss. He idly ran his thumb over the rough feeling of the other's hand affectionately, and as she finally pulls away his face is impossibly redder as he has to catch his own breath.

"..Holy shit."

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Marion’s hands flew up to its own face, letting out the slightest whine. Its eyes darted away from Circe and warbled out, “That was so forward… I just…” It let out a sigh again and said more steadily, “This is probably a big shock, I know, but… I think I love you, Circe. I haven’t felt this way in a very long time, but I can’t mistake it or hide it anymore.” Marion’s hands went from its face to hold Host’s hands. It looked directly at them, heart swelling, and added, “You understand me in a way no one else really has. I… I would be honored to have you by my side.”

He feels his heart skip a beat with the words, absolutely speechless at first as if he physically couldn't believe what he was hearing — especially coming from Marion, of all people. Then again, of course it'd be him of all people to literally take Circe's breath away.

"..Yes— yeah, I—" He can only stammer out at first with the struggle to properly string his words together, though he seems to finally give up as it melts into a giddy, genuine laugh. Circe brings his hands up to rest over Marion's face, pulling it closer to him to press their foreheads together as he smiles with a shaking breath.

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The laugh emanating from Circe startled Marion at first. Was he laughing at him? Did he make a mistake? These fears were pretty quickly quelled, though; when the other man pulled Marion towards him, a smile grew on the entity’s face. He let out a slight laugh himself. He hadn’t felt this good in forever, and he didn’t want to let this feeling go.

Marion scooted closer to Circe, enough so that their legs touched, and he moved to hug the man tightly. “Would you believe me if I told you I was scared, for once in my life?” He mumbled, grinning to himself. “Scared to confess?”

Circe is breathing shakily, wrapping his arms around the other to hold them tightly, as if afraid it was going to drift away from him or he'd wake up like it all was a dream. He lets out a soft chuckle of amusement, however, as he buries his head into the crook of its neck.

"..You? Intimidating, powerful Marion, scared? ..Yeah, that is kind of hard to believe," He laughs out lightheartedly, relaxing into him as he sighs, "..I'm happy you did."

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Marion pulled away slightly to be heard better. “Honestly, I didn’t think I would ever love again. That we would,” he muttered. “Things can always change, I suppose.”

He held Circe in that hug for quite a long time. They smelled of the woods, and it was a surprisingly comforting scent. After finally pulling away, he grinned and said with a giggle, “Oh my, what do we do now?”

He himself had seemed to lose track of how long he'd been in Marion's hold, his head silent for once as he listened to its rhythmic breathing, the rise and fall of her chest. He couldn't describe it as less than pure contentment is what he felt in those moments.

Circe hums softly under his breath as Marion finally pulls away (and having to keep himself from holding on tighter, from fear of being unable to hold them again), looking up to it with a tilt of his head and a smile, "..I'm, ah.. not sure."

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“Hm. Do we have to do anything?” Marion mused. He brushed his fingers against Circe’s cheek, unconsciously leaning in again. “We could simply sit under the careful watch of the night. Let the stars lull us to sleep.” He was but an inch from his lover’s face at this point. “Would that be so bad?” he cooed.

"..For someone who struggled to find his words earlier, Marion's quite good with them," Circe smiles a bit teasingly up to him, sighing comfortably. He shook his head, face flushed with the closeness and gentle touch against his cheek as he hums, bringing a hand up to brush over Marion's hand, "..that sounds nice."

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Marion playfully shrugged. “When you are tasked with telling the most wonderful person you know that you love them, it can be tongue-tying.” She had slightly hoped Circe would go for it themself and kiss her, but maybe they were too hesitant. That’s understandable. She also understood that she should probably ask again before doing it herself, so… “Would it be alright if I…?”

"You're insufferable," Circe laughs giddily, scooting impossibly closer to Marion as if to silently shake off his own nerves. He leans up, wrapping an arm around her neck to pull her down into another, smaller kiss. He rests his other hand on her cheek before running it through her hair affectionately. He wanted to stay here forever, if he could..

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It was extremely embarrassed by Circe’s gestures, dousing its face in gray blush all over again. Was that a bad thing? Absolutely not. It was euphoric as it sat there in Circe’s embrace. Not only did it kiss back, but it kissed a little deeper. It couldn’t keep the smile on its face from being present, though.

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