YOU — “What was it like when we were partners?”
JEAN VICQUEMARE — He looks at you, taking a long drag from his cigarette. His eyes are hard. “You don’t remember at all?”
CONCEPTUALIZATION [Impossible: Failure] — You try to search through the mire of your mind, but come up with only the ghosts of vague and conflicting feelings— comfort and pain, gratitude and resentment, and above all, fear.
YOU — Fear of what?
CONCEPTUALIZATION — Of being seen. Seen and despised.
EMPATHY — He fears that, too. That one day, he’ll look at you and realize that it was all for nothing.
-1 MORALE
PRECINCT 41 — The night air is pleasantly cool, and even this late, you can hear plenty of signs of life in Jamrock. Dogs barking, laughter in the distance. It only makes your own silence more pronounced.
“I remember we were friends.”
“I remember we hated each other.”
“I remember you cramping my style.”
“I remember being a burden.”
“I don’t. I’m sorry.”
JEAN VICQUEMARE — He sighs. Smoke trails as he shakes his head. “It’s fine.”
DRAMA — It is decidedly *not* fine, sire.
JEAN VICQUEMARE — “You know what? It’s probably better that way. Don’t worry about the past. Your great big life is finally starting.” Every word drips with irony. He takes another puff of the cigarette. “Good for you.”
“You’re right. I won’t worry about it.”
“I swear I’m going to make the most of it. It’ll be different this time. I swear, Jean.”
“You’re such an asshole.”
“You sound sarcastic.”
JEAN VICQUEMARE — “Oh, do I? Sorry, let me try again.” He claps with mock politeness. “Congratulations on the amnesia. You must be thrilled.”
“Ha ha. Real funny.”
“Maybe I am. Fuck off.”
“No. I’m scared. It’s been really hard.”
“I’m sorry, okay? It’s not like I can undo it. I don’t know what you want from me.”
“I’m sorry…”
(Say nothing)
JEAN VICQUEMARE — He lets out another breath, closing his eyes. “…Sorry. Look, just forget it, okay, Harry?” He tosses the butt of his cigarette dispassionately into the bushes and lights another. “Believe me, it’s not worth dredging up.”
DRAMA — What he means to say, sire, is that you don’t want to know how bad things got.
EMPATHY — Even he doesn’t like to reminisce. Not on the bad *or* the good. It would all swallow him up if he wasn’t careful. But he can’t forget, either, so he just carries it. And now he carries it alone.
INLAND EMPIRE — He was fooling himself if he ever thought that to live was to be anything but alone. We are all either leavers or those left behind.
HALF LIGHT — It’s not your fault that he started to look like a leaver. You had to be faster than him. You couldn’t let it happen again. Never again.
VOLITION — Derail this train of thought before it builds momentum. It won’t lead you anywhere helpful.
None of this is helpful. Fuck this. [Leave]
[Espirit de Corps — Formidable 13] Just how bad did things get?
CHECK SUCCESS
ESPIRIT DE CORPS — Apocalyptic. Screaming matches that devolved into agonized wails. Words that neither of you can ever take back. Nights spent talking you off of ledges only for you to turn and shove him toward the edge. Times he told you to go ahead and jump, only to then turn and cling to you in terror of a lifelong haunting. Pitiful attempts to revive the corpse of your friendship. Empty ideals of brotherhood clutched tightly to your chests. His orbit around you, both a curse and a reassurance.
SAVOIR FAIRE — You needed him to think you were cool again.
EMPATHY — He needed you to think he was worth trying for.
INLAND EMPIRE — You both discovered that you were sad, cruel animals, incapable of anything but lashing out at each other and licking your own self-inflicted wounds.
VOLITION — And so you changed, somewhat. You did what you had to do to survive and evolve. There is no use or sense in regretting it.
EMPATHY — But *he* refuses to change. He cannot bring himself to dig his heels back out of the dirt. This precinct will be his coffin. He has already decided.
RHETORIC — A memory stirs. A letter, written to you, but never meant for your eyes. You read it, anyway. He never forgave you. You never forgave him, either.
“Kid,
“I bet you think someday your life will begin. That it’s still out there somehow, a great big life just waiting to start. Well, it isn’t. This is all there is. This job is the only fight we are given. After this, we will be its veterans.
“There is nothing more in that beloved future of yours. We are all done there. Done and gone.”
VOLITION — But there is a future beyond ourselves. There is all of the rest of human history-to-be, and they are at our mercy. Find some mercy in yourself, Harry. You know there’s something beyond this job, this precinct.
No. Jean is right. This is my home, these people my half-brothers. I would be nothing without them. I don’t want to die alone.
No. He’s right. There is no future for me. I’m a dead man walking, and soon I’ll be gone. It doesn’t matter.
No. There is no mercy in me. I’m tired. I hope the world ends. I hope we can all be done.
You’re right. I changed a little. That means that I can keep changing. I can be a kinder animal.
You’re right, but I’m afraid. I don’t remember my life before the RCM. I don’t know what I would be if I left.
Isn’t there any way to change Jean, too? Is there a great big life waiting for him?
VOLITION — I… I don’t know. I’m sorry, Harry. I cannot answer for other people. His future is in his own hands.
PRECINCT 41 — Dogs howl in the distance. What a lonely sound.
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I never would have considered marchil before but after seeing ur blog my mind has shifted and I’m obsessed, honestly i don’t know how it isn’t more popular their dynamic is great
I am hungry for good fics on AO3 and I humbly (desperately) await ur next marchil upload😭
I knoww right they interact all the time and have such chemistry… It’s baffling. I’m glad you’ve hopped on board, ahoy matey!!
Big news, I am working on:
Marchil March… Be prepared. I’m gonna advertize it soon but it’s gonna be in two weeks. Time flies aaaa (Thank you reblogger, you know who you are <3)
Also while I’m here, I’ve been trying to find a catchy ship name for them, contributions and votes welcome. A buddy has thought of Short Fuse which is sooo perfect, but another fandom’s already using it so hmm.
Closed Book… MagicLock... Detonation. something something implode (bc he bottles things up) explode (boom boom. Traps and spells). Explosive Trap? SpellTrap/entrap spell… Matching pouches/small pouches? Magic Touch, bc he’s very agile with his fingers being a picklock and all... I am struggling. Something storybook/trope themed?
Some memes to keep you snacking through the wait. Second meme textpost from here. Hungover Chil be like
The ship is growing! More and more people are liking it! Just yesterday on the dunmeshi discord people entertained the thought of it and went from comedy to ungodly levels of angst lol
I’m working on another long marchil oneshot rn!! This is alongside working on shorter fics, fanart and tumblr posts but I’m hoping that Marchil March will get my gears running and productive
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this is my personal opinion on eddie’s character and you have been warned… it’s not a flattering one so if you love eddie don’t keep reading bc well you are probably not gonna like what i have to say under the cut
okay then…
gotta get something out of my chest: eddie is a boring, flat, and edging on obnoxious character that mostly has the pretty privilege going on for him which is just another standard white guy. yes, i teared up when his death scene came… because how it affected dustin. otherwise, couldn’t care less about him and his on the nose “i always run away/didnt run away this time” conflict
“oh, but eddie is a freak and treated as such, even hunted down and bullied. people can resonate with that” i mean… fine if you do, really, but also what about the Party? they are considered freaks, they are bullied, will even expresses even his closed ones make him feel like a freak. why about el? she was a freak too, the weirdo, the lab experiment that was hunted down and tortured. what about jonathan? he was the freak that probably killed his little brother in season one. we have seasons of these characters, characters who actually have depth to them with interesting conflicts and dynamics. and most importantly, characters who are freaks but that see each others as equals.
eddie? sure he’s a freak. a freak who likes to bee in power, sitting on his throne during DND sessions whit his group of sheep wearing all the same tees as if it was an uniform, going out of his way to jump on tables and yell in people’s faces bc he is not like other girls he is proud to be a freak and oppose to the status quo.
i mean, give me a break.
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