bandagedknight:
Marc wasn’t sure that he made the right decision by telling Frenchie once he saw the look on his best friend’s face. There was plenty of emotions running through both of them in that moment, but fear was the most prominent on Marc’s face as he anxiously awaited what his friend had to say.
What was there to say in this scenario, really? An ancient moon god brought Marc back to life with a mystical suit that materialized out of thin air. There was nothing about that that was even remotely easy to process. The fact that he was standing there and breathing and talking to his friend was mind blowing enough.
He stood there quietly as Frenchie stepped closer to him, and his expression grew even more pained as he watched Frenchie’s fingers trace over the bandages of the suit. Over the crescent blade in the center of his chest. Marc didn’t know what any of the symbols on his suit meant, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to know. He at least knew what the crescents were for by now, and he wanted to block out any reservations he had about this deal he’d made so he could carry on with his life.
“He saved me. Khonshu. The suit… it just— comes with the deal that I made. To be his fist, or whatever.” There was more silence after that, and Marc couldn’t stand it anymore. He made the suit disappear once more, the bandages unraveling and fading into the air until he was in his normal clothing again. “You’ve gotta say something here, man. Anything. Please.”
Frenchie pulled his hand away when the suit suddenly disappeared. The shift snapped him out of his racing thoughts and back to the moment, and he took a step back before looking to Marc again.
“I’m still not completely convinced that this is real.” He scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. The suit felt real enough a few seconds ago but now it was gone without a trace. Something told Jean-Paul that he wasn’t hallucinating, but the line between reality and fantasy was currently very hard to find.
He almost wanted Marc to bring the suit back, but he resisted the urge to ask. Seeing it appear out of thin air for a second time wasn’t really necessary. Besides, he would truly start to lose his mind if he started digging into the logic behind all of this. There was no logic to follow, no rules to find that could have been broken. His best friend survived certain death and shattered the rules the moment he showed up at the door. It was up to them to start over and remake the rules with what they’d been given.
Fatigue started to set in again once his adrenaline died down, so he carefully set himself back down on the couch and re-placed the ice pack onto his forehead. “So you.. talked to a god? And made a deal with him?” Frenchie tried his best to not sound unconvinced, but could Marc blame him for being just that?
He had never been a religious person by any means but he now found himself feeling indebted to a deity. There had been no real prayers muttered from this safe house after he huddled himself inside it a week ago, but there had been moments of grief and silent pleading that were as close to prayers as he would ever get. Maybe they had worked. Maybe Khonshu had heard him somehow and made miracles happen.
That explanation felt far too good to be true. There was something unsettling about it all, and he found himself waiting for the other shoe to drop.











