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Marcus coughed quietly. “Um, im going to see if she’s okay….” He slowly stood up and headed out the room, only hearing Dante ask Caspian: “I still took care of her DIDNT I? Does that jot count toward something?”

Marcus traversed the house. If he wasn’t so dumb for this girl, he would use this chance to look around the house, find out who the witches were and what they were about.

But of course he wouldn’t.

Marcus followed the sounds of sniffing and found himself at a door. He knocked at it. “Witch. It’s me.”

Marcus’s eyes flickered between Ace and her mother. He couldn’t tell if this was passive aggressive or just… weirdly caring? It was unn—

Dante was staring at him.

Marcus felt it, but he refused to give the man attention. He wouldn’t lok. he wouldn’t look he wouldn’t—

“So,” Dante said, “are we going to acknowledge the fact that you lied to us about having a partner, Ace?” He tilted his head, and finally Marcus looked at him.

Dinner was awkward.

Dante DID, in fact, tell Caspian, but hadn’t said anything since Marcus came from the bathroom to sit down and eat. The only thing that made noise was the sound of cutlery against the plates, which cause Marcus to grimace everytime a fork grated against teeth.

“So,” he finally asked, the silence getting to him, “did you guys see the new moonball game?”

Marcus smirked a bit. “You are evil, witch.”

He steeled himself as she began to kiss his jaw, his neck… then he grabbed her face and looked at her in her blue eyes. “Why do I want to kiss you so badly? So MUCH? It messes with my—“

“Dinner is rea—“ Dante paused as he stumbled upon Marcus and Ace.

At the scene they made.

Then he screamed.

Marcus’s eyes widened for a moment as the girl grabbed him and pressed her lips to his.

He wasn’t expecting that.

He was t mad about it though.

He relaxed a bit, and kissed her deeply, lifting her chin to kiss her better, smiling internally at the fact that she was slightly on her tiptoes. His hands came to box her in, his hands on the wall. “Fuck.” He breathed into her mouth, and grimaced internally. He would need to repent for the cursing.

Lord forgive him for the sins he might commit tonight.

Marcus’s eye twitched as her full lips poked out and her button down slipped off of one shoulder. He reached forward, and before he could think about it, a scarred hand lifted the piece back onto her shoulder.

His eyes were glazed over with something like… he couldn’t explain. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted so badly to kiss her. He pressed forward, and before he could think about it, he pushed her against the wall.

“I’m sorry, are you having brownies for dinner, or…? Marcus said, as he rolled his sleeves up.

Oh god her legs were showing.

Her long, slender legs, which were covered in freckles, so. Many. Damn. Freckles and oh god.

The loose button down was also very nice.

Marcus internally questioned if he would be in the wrong to grab this girl and kiss her right here, right now, no cares given.

Because he wanted to kiss her.

Lord, did he want to kiss her.

*HE IS A STRAIGHT 18 BOY WHT WOULD YOU EXPECT*

“I wasn’t planning to flirt with your mother, witch. I was merely commenting on her beauty. Not all men immediately have to put their dick in something they find attractive, you know.” He said, tilting his head.

He knew all the women he had been with before had found that… “hot” were the words they used.

Though Marcus was a virgin. He had barely done anything, being stuck inside of a Cathedral half of his life, and saving his virginity for Jesus Christ.

But god, what he wouldn’t do to see Ace.

Dante followed after Caspian, with a wink to Marcus.

Marcus grunted , and rubbed his shoulder where Ace had punched it. “Then you MoM’S fRiEnD’s BoYfRiEnD is NOT a Venandi. He’s a traitor. And I thought it would be better if I didn’t tell a house of witches I’m a witch HUNTER. Wouldn’t want to have to kill all of you, witch.” He said, booping Ace in her nose.

Then he smiled. “Your mother is attractive. I see where you get the good looks from.”

Marcus nodded at Dante. “I did, and it was quite interesting to hear.”

“What do you mean?” Dante asked, tilting his head.

Marcus explained. “As in, Aenia is so under protected that a man was so readily available to attack and destroy a central part of it. Seems quite terrifying to think about.”

Dante nodded, deducing the information, before turning to Cas. “Will you need help cooking, darling?”

Marcus steeled himself to not snitch up the little demon at his feet and choke it out. He coughed at the mention of the Theater. “Yeah, I’m, the theater was a very tragic event. Thankfully, no one as lost in the accident.”

Dante spent a moment glaring at Marcus, before relaxing his eyes. “Did you hear about how the theater event was a n attack from the rival land?”

Dante pushed his daughter back, before narrowing his eyes at Marcus. “I’m Dante. Who are you?”

Marcus had a wide grin on his face as he said, “I’m Marcus. Your daughter’s FRIEND, not boyfriend. I assure you if she had one, it wouldn’t be me.”

Dante nodded, then fired another question at Marcus. “Who do you work as?”

Marcus grimaced, glancing at Ace for help, before looking at Dante. “I’m a… carpenter?”

Marcus told her hand and shook it, before throwing his arm across Ace’s shoulders. “Darling, stop batting around the truth. Why don’t you just tell her?” He looked at Caspian, and his plan came to fruition.

“I’m Ace’s boyfriend.”

A loud “WHAT” came from somewhere in the cottage, and Caspian grimaced. “Sorry. That’s my husband.”

The said husband appeared out of nowhere, who came right to Marcus’s chin, but was still somehow taller than his wife. “Ace you didn’t tell us you have a BOYFRIEND.”

Marcus smiled at her. “Why?” He asked, but he followed. He threw off the jacket, then looked around for a place to put it. The. He just opted to throw It atop a nearby tree stump. He fixed his white undershirt, pulling the sleeves down, and tightening up the strings that were at the front of his chest.

“Sorry, um, give me a Moment.” Marcus grabbed his dagger and shoved it in the back of his pants, throwing his shirt over it, and started to tuck his white pants init his black boots. Then he stood. “I’m ready.”

And he had an evil idea.

“Who’s to say I didn’t like catching you bridal style, witch?” Marcus asked, looking around and following. They were getting close to her parents’ house. He could tell.

Around them, the world started getting less sparse, and more… magicky was the only word that suited it. Dots of a whispery gold peppered the world around him, providing light. “Halolights.” Marcus said, touching one. His hand went through it. “I thought these things were rare?”

Marcus, being taller and more athletic, easily caught up. “I’m sorry, did you think a girly walking in front would work? I could beat you in a race, sweetheart.” He strode in front her and turned, standing in front of her.

They were close.

“And I never said I couldn’t kill you because you were pretty. So why would you assume?”

Unless she read his mind, which… pretty or not, he would KILL her for. Venandi be damned, no ONE read his mind.

“Yes, I know what familiars are. If you weren’t so self-centered and ingrained in your witchcraft, you would know that Venandi have familiars too. EXCEPT, of course, they aren’t demonic likes you witches, and… whatever that thing is.” He motioned to Bloo, who humbled ahead of them.

“And maybe I do want to meet your people. We already made it clear that I can’t will myself to kill you.”

And he was weak for it. He was so fucking weak for not being able to kill the first pretty girl that came along. Lord knew how many people she hurt and how much damage she had done.

*well duh*

Marcus immediately regretted it as soon as the girl stood straight up. She babbled on and on about needing to go and how sorry she was, before she headed out.

Marcus rolled his eyes. In what world did she think waking home alone was a smart idea? He stood up and followed the girl, his hands in his Venandi jacket. “Witch. Where do you think your going, all alone?”

Marcus snorted. “I know that wasn’t a joke, but you sure made it sound like one.” He started as she laid her head on his shoulder, tensed.

He wasn’t sure what to do.

Should he say something? Just leave her head there? Offer tk bring her home? Lord have mercy he wasn’t—

Christ.