I hate you
- Cleo x Martyn limited life setting
CW: Suggestive & Self Harm
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Calling the room Martyn and Cleo were in a “bedroom” was generous, there was barely enough room for the bed the two of them were curled up in, but it was what it served as. The Clockers base was more tall than anything, looking cool as a home but not quite as useful as one, but it was Cleo’s home nonetheless.
Martyn was tracing circles on Cleo’s chest, the two of them in nothing more than their tops and underwear, and laughing at a joke she’d just told. As he continued to trace down her body he reached their thighs, fingers brushing against a scar he knew well.
“I HATE YOU” carved in all caps on her inner thigh, a message she’d sent him very early in Double Life. It was healed over now, but like all deep cuts and wounds from that season a scar resided on both their bodies. Cleo noticed he’d gotten distracted and followed his gaze to the scar, her face falling as she realised.
“Martyn-“ Cleo began to speak but Martyn hushed her. She narrowed her eyes angrily, hating whenever he did that, but didn’t say anything as he continued to look sadly at the scar. After a few more moments he looked away, looking instead at her annoyed face.
“I forgive you.” He said simply, pulling Cleo in for a kiss and softly pressing their lips together. She let out an annoyed huff before closing their eyes and kissing back, Martyn’s hands tangling into her hair and her hands moving to his chest.
After a few minutes of kissing the two broke apart, tears in both of their eyes as they gasped for breath. “I’m sorry.” Cleo said before Martyn could stop her, frustration in her voice. “I don’t agree with you abandoning me, but it wasn’t okay for me to do that. I can’t take it back, and I don’t regret doing it, but it wasn’t okay.” She said it firmly but with softness that Martyn recognised. It was a tone she only used with him, that frustration and anger mixed with underlying care and love.
Martyn sighed and rolled his eyes, giving her a quick kiss again. “Like I said, I forgive you.” He pulled them in for a hug, spooning her in the small bed, and began to kiss along her neck. “Scar and Bdubs will be back soon, Ethos probably fed up with them by now.” Martyn murmured against her skin, and she laughed softly. “Mmm.” They grunted in agreement, wiggling so they were pressed up against him more.
“Maybe,” she whispered as she closed her eyes. It was nice spending time with Martyn, knowing their clocks were paused and it was a few hours till the next session started, knowing that they were safe. For now anyway.
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I just really like the concept of Cleo carving I hate you into her thigh out of anger in double life and that scar staying with the both of them forever, she’ll always be haunted by his betrayal in that first session to the point where it’s marked on her skin. Except the betrayal itself didn’t scar, only her rage did. It’s a little poetic :,)












