On the Other Side (Day Twenty-Eight: Supernatural/Nightmares | JeanMarcoMonth | SNK
These nights are always the same.
Cold sweat dampening otherwise warm hands, and each time Marcoās fingers slide past Jeanās, he canāt help but fear heās losing him all over again.
āā¦always gonna be right here.ā
He knows Jean tells the truth, but even then Marco canāt bring himself to believe it.
āā¦please tell me how to make you feel safe?ā
You canāt, Marco wants to yell. Wants to sob at Jean before his sleep-world tosses him back into another endless darkness.
Marco shakes his head slowly, unable to find good enough words to say.
āYouāre only thirty-four.ā Jean sinks into another defeated sigh. āLet me convince you the end isnāt near.ā
It isnāt Marcoās intention meet his husband with lightless eyes. Knows he doesnāt sound like himself when he mocks Jeanās love with such heartless renderings of what human beings refer to as laughter, and just like that he knows reality has segued into another midnight of unconscious derisions.
Reaching out, fingers lit and torn as he looks for Jean. Still unable to escape the sound of his own cruel mirth. One part of his mind begs the other to know that none of this is him. No part of it is real.
Scratches and sobs break through gaseous fathoms; partially frozen, but fighting against the inevitable burn when the incubus pushes him beneath the flames into something unnamed, empty and liminal.
Marco doesnāt stop reaching until finding what heās looking for; the merciful violence he craves more than he thinks he deserves.
Finally, heās there. The harsh gasp of his name in Jeanās mouth, the carpet-burn intensity of the palm at his back as heās demanded over and over again to please wake up.
Lips that taste like sodium, two sets of eyes so moist and bright while Marco clings to Jean; his lover and anchor, his heart beating visible outside of his chest.
Panting into the night, thankful for the proof that gravity is hard at work here. All heās got left is a fervent nod and a white-knuckled grip as Jean makes good on an infinite promise that heās kept from one lifetime and into another.
āIām still right here.ā
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