Prompt Post 3
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Leave it to Placidus. The smug fucker.
Esca is struck silent at the statement. He hadn't heard. No one had mentioned Marcus's name around him in some time, likely to protect him or some other irritating notion - as if he's a wilting flower who needs protection and can't bear to hear the name of his ex lest it send him spiraling into a deep, dark well of endless bitter tears.
And yet, Marcus is getting married. Fucking Christ.Esca can't think of a proper retort for Placidus, he used to depend on Marcus for that, so he just glares and mutters, “good for him ( ... )
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It's been a long while. Fifteen months, three weeks, and a handful of days. That's a lifetime when you're young. A lifetime when you're missing someone.
And he still misses Marcus.
Frustrating, stubborn Marcus, with his old-fashioned notions and that idea he got in his head, telling him he should marry a girl and have babies so he could carry on his father's name. A father he'd hardly known, and could barely remember, and Esca had been so furious with Marcus when he made his decision. When he decided to ruin what they had so he could live up to the imagined expectations of his dead father.
Esca remembered the last few days. The last time they made love, and Marcus had asked Esca to fuck him as slowly as possible, lying back on the bed, eyes half closed, begging Esca to go slower, even slower, as if he was trying to remember every detail and burn it ( ... )
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He finds it finally, stuck between some receipts and a Chinese takeaway menu. When he plugs the address into his GPS he realizes it's relatively close to Old Aquila's estate. He's not at all surprised. Marcus always loved it up there.
A tiny voice in Esca's head tells him he should probably call first, but he doesn't have Marcus's number, and he's not going for a visit anyway. Esca just needs to see him. Just one last time.
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The diner is rundown, the leather seats cracked and peeling, and the jukebox in the corner long broken and dusted over. He'd been there with Marcus once, when they'd gone to see his uncle, and Marcus had laughed at the state of the place. But Esca liked it. He still does. The waitresses still wear little hats, and the lady who takes Esca's order looks like she's worked there since the place first opened. She winks at him and brings him an ice cream soda, “on the house”, and Esca drinks half of it before pulling out his phone and sending a text to Cottia.
[going to see Marcus]He figures she's not near her phone because he eats and pays and is heading back to his car by the time his phone rings ( ... )
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Go, Esca and sort out this mess!
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“It's good to see you,” Marcus says when Esca hands it to him.
“You as well,” Esca says curtly. “I heard the news. Congratulations.”
“Oh,” Marcus pales. “Right. Thanks.”
He crowds Esca in the doorway, his hands holding tight to Esca's jacket, and the three of them stand awkwardly until Marcus seems to realize he should be making introductions. “Sorry, Esca, this is Victoria. Tor, this is Esca.”
She reaches to shake his hand again, and Esca nods at her. “Victoria, pleased to meet you.”
“Call me Tor,” she smiles, “and it's so great you're here! When Marcus said you wouldn't be able to make it to the wedding I was wondering if we'd ever have a chance to meet ( ... )
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