dorian ♕’s Comments (group member since Nov 28, 2020)

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Darian opened the door to his room, and stepped back. He came up behind Mal, and softly, gave him a nudge. “Come on. It’s only a few more feet than you can rest. I promise.”

He was probably in a lot of pain right now.

“Why would you need to glamour yourself? You’re beautiful as it is.” Marcus said, crossing his arms. He leaned back against the beach, laying himself out.

He brought his hands up to fist himself off and fix his Venandi jacket, which flared open at his sides.

“It’s also likely damaged.” Darin commented.

And he didn’t think Mal would want to keep the cane that he used to brutally beat a Ling to death with, anyway.

They made some twists and turns up the palace stairs, Darian continuing to make sure that Mal didn’t just give up or collapse and what not.

He didn’t.

Then they got to Darian’s room. “Okay.” Darian whispered. “This should take us at least 8 minutes flat.”

Marcus smiled a bit. He noticed she was blushing, but she was clearly embarrassed about it, so he wouldn’t comment on it.

“How, though? I’ve never liked any other witch that came along. Unless, of course, you’re casting a spell over me.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her away from the crowd to one of the benches that sat along the pathway. “Tell me, witch. Are you casting a spell on me?”

“Why can’t I kill you?”

Sure, they joked about it, but Marcus found in these few minutes, that he COULDN’T actually do it. He found that he could barely put his dagger or a weapon generally to the girl’s neck.

He took the ribbon, and tied it around his wrist. “See? I wear them.”

Darian nodded at the cane. “I could get the blacksmiths to make you a new one. Something more sturdier and way more of a weapon.”

Then he looked at himself. “Okay, so my room is closer, so we will go there quickly, change- you can borrow my clothes- and we will pray and hope that someone has discovered the body by now. Yea, we are leaving it here. Otherwise, it wouldn’t make sense as to why I suddenly jump to the king hierarchy.”

He motioned to Mal. “This way.”

“I’ll take the ribbon. I like wearing them occasionally.” Marcus crossed his arms, taking his entire spell off. “Can I ask you a question?”

It’s been waging on his mind since the bakery and he wasn’t sure why. It made him uncomfortable.

They were close. Too close. Marcus let her up, and let go, his head start being the only thing that showed. It was probably uncomfortable to look at, the citizens didn’t bat an eye at it.

What the hell have these citizens seen to have THIS be a normal thing to them??

“Do I get a prize?” Marcus asked, his slitted eyebrow quirking up.

Darian patted his back. “You don’t have to apologize. I wanted him as dead as you did, I promise.” Darian let out a chocked laugh. “But we probably will need to clean up so no one will suspect it was US.” He pulled away from Mal, making sure that the man wouldn’t start crying again.

“Come on.” Darian held out his hand. Whether Mal would take it or not would show if they truly trusted one another now.

Marcus tore through the the crowd, managing to circle back to come behind the witch.

He smiled as he caught up with her, then he threw out a foot to trip her. The witch went flying, but instead of landing face first on the ground, Marcus caught her. He smiled, and pulled back the spell to show his face.

“I win.”

*pain.*

*THEYRE BASICALLY BROTHERS AT THIS POINT 😭*

Marcus clenched his teeth, and unsheathed a crystal goblet. “Fine, you want to play? Let’s play.” He smashed the goblet on the ground right beneath him and a wave of purple smoke blew up, covering him.

Then he smiled.

He was invisible.

Duke dropped to his knees in front of him. He lifted Mal’s chin. “Malory.” He said. “What you did.. it makes perfect sense. You were in the right. Remember that.” And then he hugged his cousin.

Around them, the sun set, and the world started to return to normal, piece by piece, LITERALLY. But the King’s body was still there. Duke turned Mal’s view from the King’s body.

“We’ll be okay.” Duke whispered. “I promise.”

Marcus jumped out of his seat, a thought in his head.

“She wants to start hunting now. And she used her magic—“
He tongues the top of his mouth, before throwing gold on the counter to pay for him and the witch and rushing out of the bakery. He looked around.

Witchwitchwitchwitch—

There!

Marcus ran north, the sight of a small blue demon he fell where she was. Being tall, sadly, had his disadvantages though, as he had to cut between crowds and drives of people, excuses and apologies being given.

Duke dragged himself away from the King and Mal hitting his body over and over and over and over it wasn’t going to end—

“Duke.” He whispered to himself. “Get yourself together.” He closed his eyes. Then he lifted himself up, and asked over to Mal. He put a hand on his shoulder. “Malory. That’s enough. He’s dead. It’s over. I promise.”

Blood was splatter everywhere, on Mal’s face, on his pants, shirt. Some was even one Duke, and he tried not to gag at the thought of his FATHER’S BLOOD on his face.

“That’s smart!” Marcus called out to her before the door shut. He looked around, before a burn cracked onto his face.

Now the hunt began.

The King looked at Mal. Duke tilted his head, eyes watering, breathless, as the King softly touched Mal’s cheek.

Then he slapped him.

Duke linger forward, his limp forgotten, as he tackled the King. The King fell to the ground, and then Duke realized.

His father had magic. His magic made this dimension like scenario.

He was going to kill them.

Duke looked at his father, a year dropping into his cheek. “You we’re going to kill us?” He asked, his voice full of emotion.

Marcus waggled his eyebrows. “Ooo, an Infernalis. People would Kill and MAIM for your kind, you know.” He sat back in his chair, his strudel forgotten on the table.

“The name is Marcus Carnam. I’m a Venandi. My favorite color is blue, and I have a tendency to be attached to caramel, no matter what form it is in.” His eyebrows went higher. “Witch.”

“And here you are, further proving my point,” Marcus said, motioning to the demon the witch now had in her hands, “that witches are all inherently demonic. It doesn’t matter if you were born from a demon are not.”

He took a step closer and sat across from the witch. “But, at least until we leave this bakery, we are at a truce. So, who are you witch? WHAT are you?”








*im sorry but if Marcus and Ace’s pet names for each other is Witch and whatever insult Ace gives him I’m just shfbwnsbah*


*also: respond to either Aeris or Duke, please 🥺 *