Re: Fuck the Fiercest Fables, 5/? NC-17 eventually.rufflefeatherDecember 19 2011, 21:20:43 UTC
‘God, I screwed things up, didn’t I,’ he says, folding his hands over his face, elbows on his knees.
‘You certainly did, love,’ Esca says, clapping a hand on Marcus’s back. Only he doesn’t move it. His other hand is still gloved, holding the mug of chocolate.
‘So there is no hope,’ Marcus says, but he’s smiling a little. Esca’s eyes catch on it, his lids fluttering briefly, as if he thinks Marcus’s smile is nice.
‘For you? None, none what so ever.’ Esca moves his hand, leaving Marcus feeling like he lost something. Esca drinks from the mug and sets it back down on the little round table. The bristle of the fire is the only sound and the girl is nowhere to be seen.
‘Your mouth,’ Marcus blurts out, immediately wincing at his own inelegance.
‘What about it?’ Esca asks, wiping at it with his gloved hand, then looking down at it, expecting chocolate to stick to the wool.
‘I want to kiss it.’
Because there is no going back now. Marcus owes Esca something. He owes him to bare his hands and let his honest thoughts trickle from his palms like fairy dust. Marcus touches his fingertips to Esca’s mouth as if there really is such a thing as waking up from a hundred years of sleeping and finding everything you ever wanted on the other side.
‘Oh,’ Esca says, the sound a puff of warmth on Marcus’s skin. ‘In that case, don’t let me stop you.’
There is a difference however, between saying and doing something that stills a breath before it’s born.
‘I don’t -’ Marcus begins, not knowing how to go on.
‘You’ve never kissed someone before?’ Esca whispers.
‘I have, it’s just - been a long time.’
‘How? How is someone with your face so awkward?’ Esca laughs, but it’s soft, sweet. ‘Come on. Rose will kick us out soon anyway.’ He stands, dragging Marcus to his feet.
‘Where are we going?’
Esca takes his time to answer, looking at Marcus as if it may be written on his face. ‘Do you live far from here?’
‘No. No I don’t.’
‘Then let’s go.’ Esca hesitates. It’s just a soft flicker of doubt, and maybe Marcus thinks, Maybe he’s not as confident as he looks. He has to laugh at that. Of course Esca isn’t. He’s been wanting Marcus from afar for all this time and never talked to him. He is just being brave for both of them.
‘Yes,’ Marcus says, slipping his fingers between Esca’s gloveless ones, showing him he can be brave too. ‘Let’s go.’
‘You certainly did, love,’ Esca says, clapping a hand on Marcus’s back. Only he doesn’t move it. His other hand is still gloved, holding the mug of chocolate.
‘So there is no hope,’ Marcus says, but he’s smiling a little. Esca’s eyes catch on it, his lids fluttering briefly, as if he thinks Marcus’s smile is nice.
‘For you? None, none what so ever.’ Esca moves his hand, leaving Marcus feeling like he lost something. Esca drinks from the mug and sets it back down on the little round table. The bristle of the fire is the only sound and the girl is nowhere to be seen.
‘Your mouth,’ Marcus blurts out, immediately wincing at his own inelegance.
‘What about it?’ Esca asks, wiping at it with his gloved hand, then looking down at it, expecting chocolate to stick to the wool.
‘I want to kiss it.’
Because there is no going back now. Marcus owes Esca something. He owes him to bare his hands and let his honest thoughts trickle from his palms like fairy dust. Marcus touches his fingertips to Esca’s mouth as if there really is such a thing as waking up from a hundred years of sleeping and finding everything you ever wanted on the other side.
‘Oh,’ Esca says, the sound a puff of warmth on Marcus’s skin. ‘In that case, don’t let me stop you.’
There is a difference however, between saying and doing something that stills a breath before it’s born.
‘I don’t -’ Marcus begins, not knowing how to go on.
‘You’ve never kissed someone before?’ Esca whispers.
‘I have, it’s just - been a long time.’
‘How? How is someone with your face so awkward?’ Esca laughs, but it’s soft, sweet. ‘Come on. Rose will kick us out soon anyway.’ He stands, dragging Marcus to his feet.
‘Where are we going?’
Esca takes his time to answer, looking at Marcus as if it may be written on his face. ‘Do you live far from here?’
‘No. No I don’t.’
‘Then let’s go.’ Esca hesitates. It’s just a soft flicker of doubt, and maybe Marcus thinks, Maybe he’s not as confident as he looks. He has to laugh at that. Of course Esca isn’t. He’s been wanting Marcus from afar for all this time and never talked to him. He is just being brave for both of them.
‘Yes,’ Marcus says, slipping his fingers between Esca’s gloveless ones, showing him he can be brave too. ‘Let’s go.’
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