#blind!marvin

[jaeyleo]

c3 with marvin? :')

i dont have the expression pic but guess WHAT also sorry this took so long

[jaeyleo]

Hmmmm,, 99 with Marvin and anyone?? 👀

99- “Hey! Hey, calm down. Calm down, it’s just me.”

tws: read tags

note!! this is meant to be in more of marvins perspective so visual cues are not gonna be in this, but you’re gonna get a feel for how he “sees” the world. hope y’all enjoy!

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Beating heart, fast, fast, fast!

Marvin puts his hands out, taking a deep breath. He listens, waiting, hearing the echoing heart in front of him. The heat of pure terror radiates from their body like a furnace heat, and he can taste the salt in the tears that drip down their cheeks. One drips from their chin, landing on the ground. It splatters. He hears it. He can smell copper, did they hurt themself? Or is that what the blade in their hand is made from?

He takes a deep breath through his nose, trying to find a familiar scent. He listens to their bones, to their muscles, smells the sweet scent of peaches, lavander, and rain. Jameson.

He takes another breath in. Sour cherries. Drowning roses. Copper. Star dust. Anti.

Anti’s power is thick in the air, so heavy and hot it almost sticks to Marvin’s skin. He can feel the pain of it, the heat of it, the way it makes humans so hypnotized and feel so good yet so completely horrible and terrified at the same time. It’s spoiled syrup and rotten milk, disgusting and so vile yet humans want a taste just because Anti’s gentle voice convinced their minds it was honey and hazelnut milk.

“Jameson,” Marvin calls, his voice a gentle hand in a creek being tossed around in a storm. “I need you to trust me. Let me help you.”

A low, warning whistle comes out from the body he walks to. Morse code clicks from his tongue, d- a- n- g- e- r.

Marvin takes another step forward, and a loud bang against the wall tells him to hault. He tastes dry wall. He feels the dust swirling around his skin, raising the hairs on his arms. Jameson stabbed a hole into the wall.

Another tear falls from the man’s face, this time hitting his clothes instead of he floor. Marvin can hear it soaking into the fabric.

“I can make it stop. Just let me help you, Jameson.”

“K- i- l- l y- o- u!” scream the urgent clicks.

“You can’t kill me. You can hurt me, but you can’t kill me.” Another step. “Let me-“

Lightening fast muscle movements. There is a blade at Marvin’s throat, cutting a thin line of gold. In a second the Star has ahold of the weilder’s wrists and turns him round hard into the wall, and the blade comes clattering to the floor. Thrashing and kicking out, Jameson tries to break free. Shrill whistles of a wrathful siren’s song spit from his mouth, and Marvin flinches, feeling the music try to eat him alive. It rings in his ears, it’s getting harder to focus.

“Hey, hey...!” Marvin says, over the whistles. His voice is a low fire, warm and comforting after coming inside from a rainstorm. “Calm down, calm down. It’s just me, Jameson. It’s just me.”

Marvin struggles to keep the man in place, keeping him pressed into the wall. Through his hands he sends warmth, he sends calm, he sends real honey and hazelnut milk. He sends heavy bones and tired eyes, sleep, honey, sleep.

Jameson’s thrashes turn into squirms, and his squirms turn into trembling fingers and cold hands. He falls back into his friend’s arms and chest, his heart beating, fast, fast, fast! But slowing, slowing, calming. Resting.

A shaking breath is let out from Jameson’s mouth as he is lowered to the ground, gentle, slow movements setting his head against the tile. Marvin sits down beside him, picking up each of his hands inside his own. Warmth. Calm. Honey. Sleep.

“It’s alright now,” Marvin says, as the man beside him tries desperately to stay awake. P- l- e- a- s- e, beg the morse clicks of his tongue. P- l- e- a- s- e, says the tugging of his arms and the way the muscles of his back move, as if he’s trying to stand up but doesn’t have quite enough strength.

“Just rest. You’re safe now, Jameson. I promise you. I promise.”

Warmth. Calm. Honey. Sleep.

The tugging of his arms slow, and the muscles in his back and shoulders relax. Warmth, calm, honey.

Sleep.

[jaeyleo]

Ooooooohohoho “Forever.” with Anti and Marvin???

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this is not canon just yet! just testin some stuff out. i hope it hurts!

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Maybe this is it.

Maybe this is it, he thinks. Feeling that warmth come back into his chest, painful and unforgiving as it takes his body back. It dissolves the cold like acid to a spoon, and at first, it hurts.

Anti sobs as he feels it take over, loving him, holding him, drowning him in words and wishes and music and warmth, dropping him right in the deep end of it all. His hands, shaking and terrified, reach up to his brother. Reach up, to hold his twin’s wrists, one sitting on the side of his face, and the other at his heart.

The light grows inside his chest, his brain, his everything. “Brother...!” Anti cries, gripping his twin even tighter as his body is pressed into the dirt of the ground. “It hurts! Brother it hurts, stop it! Stop it stop it!”

It’s like sticking your hands in the snow, letting it freeze your fingers and hold your joints until they’re stiff, and then shoving them under water that steams as it hits the kitchen sink. It’s like jumping into the hot tub, right after being in a cold pool. It hurts. And he feels it all, all over his body.

“Brother- M- Morilius! Please!!”

Marvin sobs, holding his brother down as he saves him from corruption. He feels the light growing, he feels the void fading and the vile blood inside his twin brother’s veins turning from a thick black to a soft silver. It will run gold once again. It will run gold.

Anti screams, his voice deafening the skies and reaching out of his mouth like lighting from the clouds. His voice is booming, tearing his throat apart as it rips from within his bones, his body, the deepest parts of pain and suffering hitting him all at once.

He thrashes, wailing and wailing as he feels lava poured into his mouth and chest and everywhere else, begging, begging, brother, brother, stop this stop this!!!

Time passes slowly, but soon, his body is limp. His voice is quiet, his bones are shattered glass. He isn’t Him anymore.

Marvin’s hands crawl around his brother’s body, feeling his wounds as he lay still on the ground. “Brother?” he croaks, feeling just a ghost of the corruption left.

His light is back. Anti is dead.

Marvin’s tears drip down onto his twin, his little brother, little brother by less than a day. His hands run through his hair, and wipe away the blood and tears that stain his face.

His light is back. Anti is dead.

“Little brother,” Morilius whimpers, listening close to those labored, tiny breaths his twin forces out. The pain is over, and it’s only warm. Warm. His own warm, back in his own body.

“Morilius,” Antavriel whispers. His eyes are distant, hazy and fogged, full of sleepy daydreams and confusion. “Am I sleeping?”

“No,” Morilius sobs, laying his head against his twin’s chest, feeling the warm fire beginning to burn again instead of the winter’s tears that forever rained within him. “No, no. You’re awake... you’re alive... you’re alive......”

Morilius picks up his brother’s upper half, holding him so close to his chest. He rocks him, rocks him and hushes him. Anti is dead. Anti is dead. Antavriel is home. Anti is dead.

Antavriel closes his eyes, trembling within Marvin’s hold. Shaking fingers grip his brother’s sweater, which soaks the tears from both of their eyes.

“Have we been sleeping?” Antavriel asks, remembering a nightmare, filled with screams and death and pain, filled with crying men and dying knights, filled with blood and prayers and screams for help so raw and terrifying his tears fall twice as fast down his face. What an awful nightmare. His hands could never be so bloody.

“You have, Antavriel.”

“I’ve been sleeping? How long?”

A sob cuts through Marvin’s throat, and he grips his brother tighter. Antavriel is home. His Antavriel, so dazed and lonely. His baby brother, his other half, the home his heart belongs to.

“Oh, forever,” Marvin whispers, kissing the top of Antavriel’s hair. “But you’re awake now, yes? It’s alright....... everything will be alright...”