Paintin' Paths

Name's Markus, nice to meet you. I'm not in the business of killing anymore, so I'll do my best to protect those who need it. ~-=-~ Magical Anon: na. ~-=-~ (Supernatural verse OC. Will RP with any Fandom. Mod is 21+ and blog is NSFW. Will use readmores only when partner wants them. Also, unless otherwise stated no gifs here are mine.) ~-=-~ FC is Jason Momoa ~-=-~ Multiverse.

[angelwithapaintbrush]

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[angelwithapaintbrush]

He nodded, his eyes flicking to the window before coming back to rest on Sal, “Yes. I’m not going anywhere. Short of hellhounds dragging me away, I’m here to stay.” 

Hellhounds wouldn’t make it past the wards, so it was an idle threat, but it still stood, since Sal didn’t know what the wards could and couldn’t do. One day they would really have to sit down and talk about just how safe guarded this place was. 

“Sleep is a blessed and wonderful thing.” He pressed a soft kiss to Sal’s forehead, using a bit of magik to keep the nightmares away.

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Salem felt relief wash over him because Markus was here to stay. Thank god. He wanted to wrap him up and never let him go, soak in his warmth and his scent. Everything that was Markus.

If Hellhounds did try to take his angel away from him then he’d put up a fight, no matter how weak he was compared to Markus. If it would be the last thing he would do, it would be because he loved him.

“It is. I’m so tired.” Salem had found some sort of fresh sheets in the closet and he replaced the bed with them and he laid down with a long sigh. “Are you going to get some sleep? You must need some to regain your energy.” In other words, please lay with me so I can feel warm and safe.

[angelwithapaintbrush]

Markus gave a half-shrugs, “I will recharge my grace a bit, but I need to stay semi-alert until morning.” As much as Markus wanted to curl up with Salem, he knew that he had to protect him first and fore most. If the angel slept and something happened, he’d never forgive himself. 

“Do anything interesting while I was gone?” The angel wasn’t sure if small talk was a good idea, but hearing the sound of Sal’s voice was like balm on his scorched nerves. He’d been gone for so long, that base interaction was difficult, but he knew he had to try. 

He couldn’t give up on trying to be better than he had been. His time away from Salem was a dark one, something he’d rather not repeat. If he was home, home was the best place to be. 

[angelwithapaintbrush]

A Warrior Returns | Chuck & Markus

[angelwithapaintbrush]

animaimperfecta:

Chuck could feel the soft hum of Markus’ grace whenever they touched, the connection between them still so weak compared to how strong it used to be. When the love the other felt for him burned like a hearth in his mind, keeping him warm even when the other was away. Even so, Chuck was happy that Markus was back, the wonderment that his angel felt that he was real helping to assure him just as well that Markus was not just another dream that would be gone when he woke up.

“Yes, clean water,” Chuck repeated, not trying to pry his hands free just yet as Markus sat in the water, some of the grime on his person already beginning to ease off of the other, swimming on the surface for only a few moments before they vaporized and left the water clean again.

Smiling and nodding, Chuck threw a momentary glance sideways to where he had the things he would need to shave Markus, but getting the other clean was his primary concern at the moment. “I’ll shave it, then. Once you’re clean again, you’ll feel more like yourself;” he said, sounding so sure of it. Personally, Chuck liked Markus’ beard.

The one he usually had, anyway. Of course, he loved the man however he looked.

Chuck made no attempt to pry his hands free to begin, letting Markus keep his hold on them. He simply said, gently. “I will need my hands to begin, Markus.” Just as he said that, he gave his mate a playful smile. “Well, I could do it without hands, but I figure that isn’t the same thing, hm?”

A soft half-smile crossed Markus’ face as his mate’s playful behavior warmed his grace. Hands were important for doing things other than killing people apparently -- he’d forgotten.

“Y-Yes. Hands.” While he knew the dragon needed his hands, he was reluctant to let them go. “No l-leaving....” Many nights Markus’ grace would make him think of Chuck, but always in the morning he was gone. Markus hoped that this wasn’t a moment like that. 

Markus finally let go of Chuck’s hands, but his fingers caressed at the dragon’s skin, wanting to keep the connection between them. “Soft.” His mate’s skin still felt as soft and lovely as it did before he left, at least without the dragon hide.

A bath was such a strange experience after so long covered in earth, sweat and blood. Water wasn’t a resource the angel had needed for destruction, so it wasn’t around. The bathtub was hardly big enough for him, his knees raised slightly to fit comfortably, but then again, most things weren’t Markus-sized. 

He wondered if once he was clean he could persuade the dragon to join him in the tub, Markus knew the closeness may be too much all at once, but he didn’t care. His mate and his cub were so close, close enough to touch and it was real. They were real. 

“H-How pup?” He wanted to know everything he could about the time he was gone, even if words were harder right now. He wanted Chuck to tell him everything, it didn’t even matter if the words were nonsense, as long as Chuck was talking, that’s what matters, that’s what meant it was real. Nightmares never spoke like Chuck did. 

[angelwithapaintbrush]

A Warrior Returns | Chuck & Markus

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The steam in the bathroom continued to pillow softly, the water inside the large bathtub ready and waiting for Markus to finally sink inside and get all the grime and dirt and caked blood — because, yes, Chuck did notice it — off of him. He could do it with his powers, clean the man up with but a thought, but this was as much to get to touch his mate again as it was to clean him up.

Markus disappeared years ago, he needed to make sure he was okay. Physically, at least. The bond between them was still weak, though he could feel his mate’s confusion and elation in even amounts. The wonder and disgust with himself.

Chuck wasn’t disgusted by the angel, he shouldn’t be about himself either.

“Alright, let’s get you out of that thing first, hm?” He asked rhetorically, slowly beginning to tug and strip Markus of the dirty clothing (or shreds of them, really) off of him, discarding them carelessly downwards.

They never would touch the ground, however, disintegrating and disappearing like a bad dream did when waking up.

Markus didn’t need any reminder of whatever he went through while he was gone. Maybe he would tell him one day, maybe he never would — but Chuck wanted Markus to feel safe and well, he wanted him to feel home, now that he was back with him. And Conan, a son he never truly got to know and was now sleeping deeply.

“The water’s ready,” he said, guiding Markus towards it, “we’ll get you all cleaned up, wash until you feel clean again. I can cut your hair afterwards, shorten it some and tame it again. Do you want to cut off your beard fully or just trim it?”

These were things he could wait with, but he wanted to get Markus to talk again.

Markus felt like he was moving on autopilot from a dance they’d perfected before he was gone. Undoing his belt, the angel set down his sword and bag, glad they didn’t disappear like the clothes that Chuck was removing. His bag contained memories of his life before the horror that he’d enacted. Even though he’d been away from home, his heart had stayed with Chuck every moment. 

He let the dragon remove his clothes, gently touching his mate every time he was touched. He couldn’t believe that Chuck was willingly touching him, with ease and without tremor. He was worried that he was simply dreaming, not actually awake, because vision of his mate since his leaving had been a dream. His grace called out to Chuck each time he touched him, wanting to make sure that his mate knew he real and in turn that he knew his mate was real. 

Looking down at the water, the angel tried hard to remember just how to respond to his mate, the right words and the right tongue. He’d been so long from socialization, speech felt rusty. His voice was rough and soft when he spoke. 

“C-Clean.... water.” The water was mesmerizing, clean water in a tub that hadnt been touched by the earth. 

Carefully gripping his mates hands, the angel took a step into the tub, a gasp leaving his lips at the heat of the water. He couldn’t remember a time where he’d washed and the water had been hot. Pulling his other foot into the water, he looked down at his legs disappearing into the water and wiggled his toes. The water felt nice, so different from what he was used to. 

Markus didn’t want to let Chuck go, even has he slowly sunk down into the water, he didn’t let go of his mate’s hands. When he was finally fully seated, his hands still holding on to Chuck, he responsed to his mate, looking up at him with wonder. 

“Okay... B-Beard can go, i-it’ll grow a-again.”

[kateaust3n]

And then it happened, she came - my muse, the love of my life, my partner in crime. I fell stupid, crazy madly in love with her. My wife gave me three beautiful feral kids - zozo bear, Lola bear, my lovey and the wolf and with them my dream finally came true I’m a father, I found my place, my home.

[dailydcfilms]

Jason Momoa behind the scenes of Justice League (2017)

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A Warrior Returns | Chuck & Markus

[angelwithapaintbrush]

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Chuck made a surprised but soft choking noise when he felt their bond alive again, though it was so very weak on his end. Still, pressing against it, he could feel the soft poke of Markus pushing back against it, the hint of emotions he was sending along that only reached him just barely through whatever fog was between them on his side.

“Markus,” he whispered, moving closer himself, “Where ha—”

Chuck didn’t finish the question, it didn’t really matter to him right now. Not with his mate finally back. He’d get to the bottom of it later, all that matters was that he was back, even if he was more than just a little dirty. A choked chuckle left the creature, as he nodded, looking up at the heavily bearded face and long hair that made it so hard to recognize him from afar — up close, it was much easier to do.

But when the question registered, Chuck’s squinted suspiciously at Markus and looked him up and down again. There was no rejection in his stance, nor did he try to move away from his mate — though a particular brand of parental disapproval at Markus wanting to get Conan dirty was hard to miss.

“Once you’re clean,” Chuck said, moving without thinking as he suddenly picked the angel up with his free arm and slung him over his shoulder like a particularly dirty sack of potatoes. “I just bathed him and if you think that’s easy, you—” ‘haven’t met Conan yet.’ died on his lips, because Markus had missed quite some time.

Chuck made a thoughtful noise, then transported them into Conan’s room to carefully put his son — their son — into his bed, the boy curling to his side and wrapping himself into his blanket with a sleepy coo of a noise.

Smiling down at Conan, he turned and left the room, gently closing the door and leaving it a little agape while heading to the bathroom. Opening its door, steam was already streaming from the crack as they were greeted by a comfortable warmth, the bath seemingly ready and waiting for them. Carefully, he put Markus down on his feet again.

“Alright, let’s get you cleaned up and presentable again, hm?” He said, smiling up at Markus.

Markus looked down at himself, he thought he looked fine, but he’d been in out of his mind so long, blood and dirt seemed normal. 

A small grumble of protest left his mouth when his mate just picked him up and held him without thought. This was unsafe, Mate and Cub were being unsafe. They were touching him, bad things happened when this happened.  

The angel waited for the feeling of his grace to rebel, but all it did was go belly up like a cat in the sun. What was going on.... what was happening. 

He couldnt stop the slight sound of anguish that felt his mouth as he was carried inside, he’d miss so much, they wouldn’t truly want him around when they learned what he’d done. Every second was worth several lifetimes. 

They’ll make you weak.....

Markus could deal with a bathe and his family if it meant being weak. He didn’t want to be strong anymore, he wanted his heart desired most. His eyes wanted to fix on the small cub, so tiny and the perfect blend of both of them. How was such a miracle possible? 

Markus hadn’t done anything to desire a miracle like that. 

[angelwithapaintbrush]

A Warrior Returns | Chuck & Markus

[animaimperfecta]

 Chuck made a surprised but soft choking noise when he felt their bond alive again, though it was so very weak on his end. Still, pressing against it, he could feel the soft poke of Markus pushing back against it, the hint of emotions he was sending along that only reached him just barely through whatever fog was between them on his side.

“Markus,” he whispered, moving closer himself, “Where ha—”

Chuck didn’t finish the question, it didn’t really matter to him right now. Not with his mate finally back. He’d get to the bottom of it later, all that matters was that he was back, even if he was more than just a little dirty. A choked chuckle left the creature, as he nodded, looking up at the heavily bearded face and long hair that made it so hard to recognize him from afar — up close, it was much easier to do.

But when the question registered, Chuck’s squinted suspiciously at Markus and looked him up and down again. There was no rejection in his stance, nor did he try to move away from his mate — though a particular brand of parental disapproval at Markus wanting to get Conan dirty was hard to miss.

“Once you’re clean,” Chuck said, moving without thinking as he suddenly picked the angel up with his free arm and slung him over his shoulder like a particularly dirty sack of potatoes. “I just bathed him and if you think that’s easy, you—” ‘haven’t met Conan yet.’ died on his lips, because Markus had missed quite some time.

Chuck made a thoughtful noise, then transported them into Conan’s room to carefully put his son — their son — into his bed, the boy curling to his side and wrapping himself into his blanket with a sleepy coo of a noise.

Smiling down at Conan, he turned and left the room, gently closing the door and leaving it a little agape while heading to the bathroom. Opening its door, steam was already streaming from the crack as they were greeted by a comfortable warmth, the bath seemingly ready and waiting for them. Carefully, he put Markus down on his feet again.

“Alright, let’s get you cleaned up and presentable again, hm?” He said, smiling up at Markus.

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Markus couldn’t stop the slight whine that left his mouth as his mate tells them that he has to be clean to hold anyone. He has been dirty for so long, he’s not even sure what he would look like clean. Clean was such a foreign concept to him while he’d been away from his family.

Chuck was so close – no movement towards leaving Markus – and it felt like he was really and truly home. That he’d finally escaped and this wasn’t some dream that they’d dosed him up with. He’d really found his way home.

But he won’t want you.. you’re broken.

When Chuck picked him up and started to tote him around, he barely stopped the shout of surprise, mostly because he didn’t want to wake the baby up and then Chuck be angry with him. Markus had forgotten how strong his mate was, they were matched in many things and Markus got a crash course it exactly what his mate was capable of.

The angel reached down and patted Chuck’s ass, pinching it slightly. If he was going to get carried around, at least he’d enjoy the view. He wanted to look around and memorize the place that Chuck and Conan had found their home in, but being his close to his mate, made him want to touch as much of his mate as he could.

Before the dream ends of course, you know he won’t keep you around.

When Markus was set back on his feet, his mouth tipped up slightly, almost to a grin. “Clean……. You too.” If there had to be a bath, Markus really would rather not bathe alone.

[angelwithapaintbrush]

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Salem let Markus deepen the kiss, his lips parting to get a taste of his angel that he sorely missed. He wanted to pull him close to go further but it was for the best when Markus did pull away. Salem’s lip was trembling from the need. 

“Yeah. Sleep sounds really good.” Salem looked around, noting that it was still a bit dusty so he would find some unused sheets and blankets in the linen cabinet. He tightened his grip on the angel’s hand. “You’re staying?”

[angelwithapaintbrush]

He nodded, his eyes flicking to the window before coming back to rest on Sal, “Yes. I’m not going anywhere. Short of hellhounds dragging me away, I’m here to stay.” 

Hellhounds wouldn’t make it past the wards, so it was an idle threat, but it still stood, since Sal didn’t know what the wards could and couldn’t do. One day they would really have to sit down and talk about just how safe guarded this place was. 

“Sleep is a blessed and wonderful thing.” He pressed a soft kiss to Sal’s forehead, using a bit of magik to keep the nightmares away.

[angelwithapaintbrush]

A Warrior Returns | Chuck & Markus

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Chuck wished he could be as carefree as Conan in this moment, his son having nestled against his chest and was breathing into his shirt, a small hand clinging into the fabric as he had apparently decided this was the best moment for a nap. Yet, he was glad that Conan would not witness any of what might happen next.

Even as young as he was, Chuck would rather have his son not deal with these things so early on.

His free arm raised, fingers moving to snap and get the other man away from his son and him, just as the feral man did speak up. It was quiet, no more than a whisper, really, and if Chuck didn’t have supernatural hearing on his side, he would have not been able to understand him from the distance between them.

The name did make him think he had misheard, however.

“Markus.” He repeated, as if needing to confirm just what name the other had spoken, only for him to have understood it well enough. But it couldn’t be, could it?

His lips felt dry all of a sudden, his tongue darting out to drag over them uselessly.

Chuck’s hand dropped to his side again, unsure what to do anymore, though he moved a little closer, trying to catch more of the man than he could so far. “Markus?” He asked, the hope in his voice unmistakable, even though he was steeling his heart to be disappointed again.

The man was dirty, bloody, savage hair and beard — but it could be him. His mate.

Without thinking, Chuck prodded at the bond he had shared with his mate, trying to feel something, anything from the other.

[angelwithapaintbrush]

Markus stood and took a  step forward at the prod to their bond, sending several back to Chuck, sending any good feelings he had at his mate.  He wanted him to know that he was back, that he was alive. 

Even though there might be repercussions, he took another step forward. His mate and cub were so close, right there, smelling like sadness and distress.

 The angel nodded, before licking his lips and speaking out again, louder than the last. 

“Markus.” His voice still cracked a bit, but it was louder than the last time.

 Monster. Markus. Monster.  

Markus rubbed a hand over his face tugging slightly on his beard, “Dirty.” Which was the understatement of the century. He needed to get cleaned up so he didn’t look anymore like the monster he felt like. He wasn’t sure if his magic would be able to handle doing things gently, he would likely have to clean up the human way. 

He couldn’t stop himself from reaching out towards his mate and their child, “Hold you?” 

[herochan]

Aquaman

Created by Mina Song

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[angelwithapaintbrush]

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“My one and only wish,” Salem reassures Markus. He’s missed this angel so much that it might be a bad idea getting this close to him again just in case he has to disappear. He didn’t want to think about that. 

Salem’s hands run up Markus’ sides to his shoulders and back down his arms to take his hands in his. Markus always had big hands but Salem thought their fit perfectly together. “I did, too. It feels like I’m back home again.” He hesitates but then presses his lips against the angel’s for a soft kiss. 

[angelwithapaintbrush]

Markus clasped Sal’s hands between his, happy that Sal is freely touching him. Although he’s sure that will change once Sal knows more about the time he was gone from him. 

The kiss was a surprise, but Markus leaned in and pressed back, deepening the kiss. His grace roared inside him, wanting more of his human, but he knew he had to have more once he was safe. He pulled from the kiss gently, resting his forehead against Sal’s.

“Do you think you can rest while I keep watch? You don’t have to go far.” He’d rather Sal not watch the destruction.

[angelwithapaintbrush]

A Warrior Returns | Chuck & Markus

[angelwithapaintbrush]

The feral beast couldn’t stop the pang of emotion when Chuck turned slightly, hiding their son from. He deserved it of course, they weren’t safe with him this close. He stepped forward slightly, unable to hold back the need to be close to them.

Murderer. Weapon. They won’t want you. 

He cleared his throat before trying to speak again, it’d been so long and words weren’t easy in his current state of mind. “M-M-Monster.” This common name was right there, but monster had come out instead. What use was he to them like this, like a pillager and destroyer. 

Mate. Cub. Safe. 

He didn’t know how he could make this better, he didn’t even know what he could say to make Chuck trust him – not that he should. Knowing he had no real other options, he pressed a small bit of energy through their bond. The dragon would understand, he would. 

“C-Chuck. C-Conan. B-Brave.” 

No more had the words left his mouth and he clasped, his energy low and body tired of fighting. 

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Chuck continued to stand sideways to block the man from seeing his son, though he was slowly losing his patience with the man when he simply stood there and stared without actually giving him a reply.

And when he did get one, it wasn’t much better in finding out who he was or whether he shouldn’t just remove him from within the sigils and teleport him somewhere else. From his looks, he’d probably do well in some uncivilized wilderness right now.

“Monster?” He repeated, slowly, his lips pressing together in a thin line as he frowned at the man. “I highly doubt that’s your name…”

Just when Chuck was about to snap the man away, he mentioned his name. His son’s name. it made his eyes narrow, turning just a little bit more to the side and taking a small step back. There really wasn’t any reason as to why this man would know their names, wishful thinking momentarily ignored as he pushed it away to the back of his mind.

There was a flicker in his bond, an ember if that, too small for Chuck to recognize with how numb it had been for so long.

“How do you know my name?” He asked, eyes flickering to the unearthly golden glow. “Or my son’s name. Who are you?”

[angelwithapaintbrush]

Words felt so foreign, he wasn’t sure if he could get across what he needed to to make Chuck understand. Kneeling in the dirt, he tried to compile the words that he could remember into a sentence that would actually make sense instead of just single words.

He doesn’t need you. Look at them, they look happy.

His thoughts were painful as he look a close look at his mate and their son, they did look safe. They did look like they were happy a few moments ago. He had watched them play together, joy evident on their faces

They don’t need you.

Fighting against his feral nature, the angel tripped his head back to look at the tree above them and the bright blue sky, his voice was rough, but soft, almost a whisper, when he finally spoke.

“M-Markus, Chuck, Markus.” Each word was a little easier, than the last, but he wasn’t sure if he’d actually spoken them or if they were more words buzzing around inside his head.

[angelwithapaintbrush]

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[angelwithapaintbrush]

“I swear I’m real, I’m right here.” Markus slipped his fingers into Sal’s hair, tugging slight, “Feel that? That’s real.” He wasn’t sure how else to convince him, but he’d be willing to try anything. 

“You can be mad at me, you can scream at me, you can do whatever makes your heart not hurt. I’m sorry.” Markus gently nuzzled the other man’s head, trying to convey his feelings, but he’d been so long without proper contact, he wasn’t sure how he to do it. 

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Salem loved Markus’ fingers going through his hair, it reminded him of late night cuddling or when they were laying and watching a movie together. He sighed, head tipped back for that split second. 

“Stay with me. That’s all I’ll ever ask, just stay with me.” Salem turned his head slightly to let his nose bump against Markus’ scruffy cheek. “Please…” He slipped his arms around Markus to pull him closer, bodies flush together. 

[angelwithapaintbrush]

“If that is your wish, I will stay.” Markus wanted it more than anything, but it would be the human’s choice, he would not sway that. The time away had been such a shitty thing and Markus didn’t want to cause his human more pain. 

The closeness warmed his Grace, he had missed it terribly. “I missed you so much.” He pressed a gently kiss to Sal’s forehead. “So much I don’t think the english language has a word for how much.” He was sure there was something in his angelic language that was close, but who knew?

[angelwithapaintbrush]

A Warrior Returns | Chuck & Markus

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The longer the presence remained hidden, the more Chuck was growing ready to lash out and just be done with the intruder and return to playing with his son. Though Conan seemed more interested to snuggle against his chest, breathing telling him that he seemed close to falling asleep in his arms.

It was for the best, Chuck rather would have him not witness any fight or be scared because of it, if it was to be avoided.

Just as he was beginning to lift an arm to call down the light, a man steppe out from behind the trees.

Chuck blinked at him.

The man looked savage, almost feral. Yet he looked…familiar. Hearing his name from the man made him even more confused, though he unconsciously turned Conan away from the man, his free arm having fallen to his side as he scrutinized the male. He looked vaguely familiar, but the feral look didn’t really give him much to help with recognizing him.

That sense of familiarity didn’t go away, however, only seeming to grow stronger the longer he looked.

“Who are you?” Chuck’s question came out steadily, and he applauded himself mentally for that, but there was still something in these three words. A hint of distrust, uncertainty — but also hope, because this feral looking man felt so familiar, look so familiar, his voice was rough and deep as if he hadn’t used it in a long time…

…but this could be—

No, their bond remained numb, leaving Chuck with nothing but being ready for disappointment.

[angelwithapaintbrush]

The feral beast couldn’t stop the pang of emotion when Chuck turned slightly, hiding their son from. He deserved it of course, they weren’t safe with him this close. He stepped forward slightly, unable to hold back the need to be close to them.

Murderer. Weapon. They won’t want you. 

He cleared his throat before trying to speak again, it’d been so long and words weren’t easy in his current state of mine. “M-M-Monster.” This common name was right there, but monster had come out instead. What use was he to them like this, like a pillager and destroyer. 

Mate. Cub. Safe. 

He didn’t know how he could make this better, he didn’t even know what he could say to make Chuck trust him -- not that he should. Knowing he had no real other options, he pressed a small bit of energy through their bond. The dragon would understand, he would. 

“C-Chuck. C-Conan. B-Brave.” 

No more had the words left his mouth and he clasped, his energy low and body tired of fighting. 

[angelwithapaintbrush]

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Despite everything Salem was doing to try and not cry, he felt the hot tears spill over and leave damp trails down his cheeks. “I’m scared that you’re not real and if I blink you’ll be gone and I’ll wake up in my bed.”

He nuzzled into Markus to hide from his gaze, the tears soaking through the angel’s shirt. “I’m sorry, I don’t want to be mad at you for trying to protect me. I know you were doing what you knew was best.” Would Markus be upset if Salem didn’t let go yet?

[angelwithapaintbrush]

“I swear I’m real, I’m right here.” Markus slipped his fingers into Sal’s hair, tugging slight, “Feel that? That’s real.” He wasn’t sure how else to convince him, but he’d be willing to try anything. 

“You can be mad at me, you can scream at me, you can do whatever makes your heart not hurt. I’m sorry.” Markus gently nuzzled the other man’s head, trying to convey his feelings, but he’d been so long without proper contact, he wasn’t sure how he to do it. 

[dailydccu]

Jason Momoa attends the Warner Bros. Presentation during Comic-Con International 2016 at San Diego Convention Center on July 23, 2016 in San Diego, California.