[ billy's only joking, but christ, the pressure to impress sociopathic shitheads has been an unwelcome and pervasive part of this entire last year. marcus scoffs, this unamused-but-still-amused little laugh that doesn't change his expression in the slightest, and he inches closer to billy, like he wants to keep what he's about to say between them. it feels pretty fucking awful, tearing open his chest and bearing his weakness without his diary here to catch all his thoughts. maybe it's not too late to back down, but - well, he's the one who brought this up. seems like he has to commit, unless he wants to look like even more of a wishy-washy bitch than he usually does. ]
After you ran your sales pitch on me, I just... I went to this belltower in the middle of the city. Climbed my way to the top. I was gonna jump, but - Saya stopped me. She kissed me? Told me I wouldn't be alone at King's, if I decided to follow her, and like the needy, pathetic piece of shit I am, I believed her. Totally blindsided me when she dodged my ass in the hallway and told me she only said what she said to earn a passing grade.
[ but without having saya he found the chance to have billy, who gave him real friends, a real second family, tucked away up there in the graveyard. arguing about music, dunking on each other, making their rat's nest a home - those were good times, somehow, in the desolate hellscape that is king's dominion. friends have proven to be the single most important things in marcus's life, and that makes this stupid fucking target bullshit such a god damn problem. if only they'd asked him to kill anyone but stiles.
he's close enough to billy to touch him again, and he hasn't, not yet, but his arm is getting uncomfortable, all bunched up in front of him so as to avoid crossing into billy's personal space. marcus hesitates, then slowly drapes his arm over billy's chest - he's not trying to make a move, or anything, it's just something that feels comfortable and natural and easy. still, once he's got his arm weighing down on billy's ribs, this close to being the big spoon, marcus quietly asks for permission once he's done all the same. ]
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After you ran your sales pitch on me, I just... I went to this belltower in the middle of the city. Climbed my way to the top. I was gonna jump, but - Saya stopped me. She kissed me? Told me I wouldn't be alone at King's, if I decided to follow her, and like the needy, pathetic piece of shit I am, I believed her. Totally blindsided me when she dodged my ass in the hallway and told me she only said what she said to earn a passing grade.
[ but without having saya he found the chance to have billy, who gave him real friends, a real second family, tucked away up there in the graveyard. arguing about music, dunking on each other, making their rat's nest a home - those were good times, somehow, in the desolate hellscape that is king's dominion. friends have proven to be the single most important things in marcus's life, and that makes this stupid fucking target bullshit such a god damn problem. if only they'd asked him to kill anyone but stiles.
he's close enough to billy to touch him again, and he hasn't, not yet, but his arm is getting uncomfortable, all bunched up in front of him so as to avoid crossing into billy's personal space. marcus hesitates, then slowly drapes his arm over billy's chest - he's not trying to make a move, or anything, it's just something that feels comfortable and natural and easy. still, once he's got his arm weighing down on billy's ribs, this close to being the big spoon, marcus quietly asks for permission once he's done all the same. ]
Is this okay? I can move.