(tw) A Note Led To Something So Much More (Marc X Steven)
"Bugger off, Marc."
Marc sighed from the mirror.
"Steven. Let me in, Khonshu gave me a new mission tonight."
"Yeah? Well, go tell that bird demon to bugger off too. I'm sick and tired of this."
"Marc." Steven rolled over, blatantly attempting to end the conversation. "Anyway, if I fall asleep you'll gain control of my....our body. So stop bothering me. You're already on thin ice."
"...Steven.You have to be awake for this."
That sounded...quite peculiar, Marc. I only gave you permission to heal, not...destroy.
Marc's face would've reddened if he was in control.
"Oh, great, now the bird's here to convince me. Hah, why not do your worse, Khonshu?"
Steven's bravo (or more accurately stupidity) was quite a feat. Even if Marc couldn't feel the seed of fear emitting from Steven in their shared form, Steven was still Steven. He knew the might of the gods even more than Marc. Nerd.
But Marc didn't try to defend Steven in front of Khonshu. He didn't need to
The god, it seemed, had begrudgingly grown a soft spot for Steven.
Marc. You have one chance to fix your...alter. Do not waste this, or I shall withdraw my kindness.
"Fix me? I don't need fixing!"
Steven could feel the weight of both deadpan looks.
"Steven, turn over. Let's talk for a bit."
"Yeah, you're absolutely mental if you think I'm talking to you again."
He's as stubborn as you, Marc.
"Fuck off." Steven curled into a ball.
"I'll try again tomorrow. Sleep well, Steven."
This is your one chance, Marc. Are you giving it up?
Steven doesn't trust me. I have to earn it before helping him heal.
For a moment, Marc was terrified that Khonshu would refuse and allow Steven to decline further.
Instead, Khonshu said something else.
Hurry it up.
Steven blinked out, and Marc was in control. Marc slowly rose, making note of the tiredness in their body.
Ah. There it was.
Marc found the flame, the flame of anguish, of regret, of loneliness festering inside them.
It didn't entirely belong to just Steven.
Steven awoke to a cup of hot chocolate.
A note lay aside it. Hey, Steven.
Steven blinked. That was it? No cajoling, no pleading, no ultimatums, just...a simple greeting?
Steven caught sight of Marc in the microwave's reflection.
"Good morning, Marc." He sips the drink; lukewarm, but it's pretty good.
Of course, Marc couldn't stop with his missions. Khonshu made some effort to give Marc some leeway, but Steven's soreness each morning gave it away.
Steven didn't discuss it with Marc, though.
He could see the weariness in Marc through the reflections.
Eh. Going to work tired wasn't anything new anyway. Marc knew what he was doing; Steven shouldn't interfere.
A few days later, when Marc gained control, he realised Steven had left a gift for him.
A portion of steak, alongside a glass of water.
We're different people anyway, so it shouldn't matter, said the note next to the food.
When Marc finished off the meal, a small smile blossomed on his face.
I see you've made progress. Well done, but don't forget about your mission today.
Got it, got it. I'm going, just let me wash these dishes first.
Five minutes. No more than that.
"Marc? Marc!" Steven shot up, sheen of cold sweat glistening in the moonlight.
"Steven!" Marc too jolted from the half-sleep he had been in (missions were brutal, okay?).
"What's wrong, Steven?" Marc urged from the mirror.
"...Sorry. Nightmare. Go...go back to sleep." Steven curled in a ball, the nightmare replaying itself.
You're so selfish, Steven.
What has Marc ever done to harm you?
You are toxic.
How could anyone ever love you?
How could anyone care about you?
You are broken.
You are useless.
You are toxic.
Then Steven was on The Rooftop.
You know the one.
The accomplice of so many deaths.
So many suicides.
And Marc was there too.
"Marc! Marc, thank god- Marc?"
Marc didn't answer him. He just kept looking beyond the barrier.
Steven's heart clenched.
He didn't know why.
"Marc? Marc, what are you doing?"
Marc put one hand on the barrier.
Steven took one step forward, hand reaching out.
"You are toxic."
It was soft, but it cut deep.
Like flaying Steven to bone.
Then Marc swung over the barrier.
"MARC!" Steven lunged forward, only for invisible ropes wrap around him and drag him away.
You are toxic.
You are toxic.
I am toxic.
"MARC!" Steven screamed once more in agony. Not physical pain, no no, it hurt so much more.
Numbness was already beginning to set in.
"Steven!" Marc jerked the other out of the flashback.
"Please don't go, Marc. I'm sorry I was such an arsehole, just please don't...please stay with me!" Steven's shaking pupils fixed on the concerned alter in the reflection.
"Hey, it's okay, Steven. it wasn't real. I'm here, see? I'm okay."
"...I don't think I can fall back asleep." Steven clenched at Marc's...no, their hands.
"Hey. Hey, Steven, go to sleep. I'll take over so you won't have any nightmares."
"But you need your rest too," Steven murmured.
"I'll rest tomorrow. You get your share of it first."
"...Thank you, Marc."
"No worries, love."
Steven was too tired to register the last bit.
But Marc was very, very much aware.
When he gained control, their face grew hotter than the sun as Marc cursed his loose tongue.
...At least Steven went to sleep.
See, with my interference Steven got much better.
Pal, you literally gave him a nightmare.
And? Don't be ungrateful, Marc.
Marc didn't have a good response to that.
It started becoming a regular thing. The two leaving notes for each other.
Hey, Steven, I put some clothes into the washer.
Hey, Marc, hope you're doing alright. Don't strain yourself if you don't have to.
Hey, Steven, our fridge is out.
Dammit. I'll go to the supermarket this week.
Then, of course, it happened.
Hey, Marc. I have a free day next week, wanna go to Sunset Park? Hardly anyone goes there.
Sounds great, Steven. See you then.
Love you too,
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