your writing is really good! i'm not entirely sure if this even counts as a rarepair, but i havent seen much marvin & jj content out there, if you'd like to write something with them <3?? oh, and the word... "truth" or "smooth"? thank u to that online word generator for those lol
The brush moves taughtly through the new housemates limp curls. A small scraping noise practically echoes in the small bathroom. Shhk, shhk, shkk, goes the brush through the weak, dry hair.Ā Ā
Marvinās hands are shaking, very aware of the bandage on their hand from the new housemateās daggers of canines. Marvin lets out a shaky sigh, setting the brush on the sink.Ā āOkay... Jameson, youāre all clean now, itās all okay.ā They try to make their words as soft and comforting as possible. Jack trusted them and Henrik to watch over him, after stealing him back from the monster, the antithesis.Ā
Jameson does not move, sitting up straight in his chair, his eyes closed and body completely stiff. Marvin holds his shoulders softly, patting him.Ā āHey, hey lovely, you need to get up and finish getting dressed now, come o-ā
āBad clothes,ā his hands slash, face suddenly snarling.Ā
āWhat er... what do you mean?ā
āGive back my shirt. Give back my shoes. Give give.ā
āYou donāt have to sign like a baby, blue bird...ā Marvin grouses.Ā āYou know you donāt have to wear those. See, look, we got nice black jeans and a nice clean shirt, itāll all be-ā Jameson swings around suddenly, gripping Marvinās wrists, his eyes like a hunted fawn.Ā
āNeed clothes. Need need need. Punishment.ā He signs through panicky breathing. A-knife, A-knife, A-knife, he repeats over and over.Ā
āHey, hey now,ā Marvin shushes, just soft, and touches their foreheads together.Ā āLittle man, you know youāre free. You know the monster is gone, Jack and I took care of him. Remember what he said to you? New story, new life. No monster will take you now.ā Jameson has closed his watering eyes, panting softly, his chest rising frantically. But he lets them touch him, he lets them comfort his anxiety.Ā
āI want...ā his hands pause, fall, then rise again.Ā āI want to wear t-shirts,ā he states simply, pulling back from their forehead touch. Marvin blinks slowly at the taller man. They nod, a smile breaking their lips apart.Ā
āOf course you can, of course,ā they say joyfully.Ā
Jameson suddenly jerks his hand up, causing Marvin to flinch. But the hand only falls softly on their hair. Their hair is long, dip-dyed purple and green on the tips. Jameson closes his eyes as he feels their hair.Ā āAnti would stroke my hair like this,ā Jameson muses. Marvin hums nervously in response, tilting their head questioningly.Ā āAnti was comforting sometimes...ā he trails off, eyes nearly pinned open and lips pulled tightly together.Ā
Marvin reaches to the counter, aware of the hunted eyes following his hand closely. He grabs the brush and softly presses it into the Jamesonās hands. He turns it over in his hands, as though not sure what to do.Ā
āWant to brush mine now? Like I did for you, lovely? Itās comforting, as you said.ā Marvin nudges him, causing him to jump, then they turn and sit with their back facing him. The haunting gaze of Carver gazes at their hair. He lifts a lock of it softly, pressing the bristles of the brush into it.Ā āSmooth... Nice...ā he signs around the brush, knowing Marvin cannot see it. Jameson shuts his eyes and pulls the brush away, giving a trembling sigh.Ā
Intimacy. Comfort between familiars. The brush falls from his hands and he moves, puppet-like and stiff, to a hunched over hedgehog ball. Too much. He misses his soul. He grapples at his chest looking for the locket from Anti, but Jack had taken it away in the hospital. Marvin notices something has changes, swinging around and pressing their chest softly to Jamesonās back, holding him.Ā
āIt will all be alright. I donāt know whatās upset you, but I know itāll be okay. You are here with us, me and Henrik, and weāll take good care of you. We will be your friends if you want us. We will be-ā they trail on and on, words of comfort that neither of them fully believe pouring over him like the hot shower from earlier.Ā
Jameson lifts his wooden-like hands and runs his hand along Marvinās hair softly. Smooth, that is them. Running like a gentle river through their life without a care, at least as Jameson perceives. He feel hate in his heart. Hate for the ones who stole him from his monster. There is something else too. An oozing warmth and love like he never has felt before, the smooth, softness of being held. The gentleness of hair brushing. Intimacy with someone besides his soul. Fuck, it feels lovely. Carver sighs in annoyance while Jameson nearly weeps from relief.
Smooth hair, smooth words, gentle hands on his scarred wrists, a warm river sliding through Jamesonās heart. Marvin holds him close through his weeping and exhaustion. Perhaps it wouldnāt be so bad to have some friends after all...Ā