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shine_again) wrote2019-12-22 04:42 pm
shine_again) wrote2019-12-22 04:42 pm
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and it's bringing my baby right back to me [marcus]
The demon has been sent back to wherever it came from-- Hell, Dan supposes, but he doesn't care. Maybe Hell is real (there are other worlds than these) and maybe Dan ought to believe more in God, but there's really only the one thing he cares about right now, in the quiet aftermath.
He takes Marcus home as soon as everyone agrees it's safe, and he makes some promises, and he sends Sabrina with her quartet after she's been able to tearfully talk with Marcus too. There's not much of a fuss; it's the best thing for him, and Dan has the sense that it's best everyone involved gets a chance to curl up somewhere quiet with loved ones.
Forgoing anything else, he gently guides Marcus to the bedroom, where he sits down on the bed and then eases Marcus into his lap and his arms, careful of the marks on his back but not too careful. He lets the quiet settle again before he whispers, "We're home. You can tell me what you want, or I can just take care of you. I think you need to be clean, and maybe have something to eat or drink, even just a little, and then we need to just be here."
Dan kisses Marcus's cheek, almost delicately, and then the rest of his face, raining kisses down before he presses his mouth, just as carefully, to the edge of Marcus's split lip.
He takes Marcus home as soon as everyone agrees it's safe, and he makes some promises, and he sends Sabrina with her quartet after she's been able to tearfully talk with Marcus too. There's not much of a fuss; it's the best thing for him, and Dan has the sense that it's best everyone involved gets a chance to curl up somewhere quiet with loved ones.
Forgoing anything else, he gently guides Marcus to the bedroom, where he sits down on the bed and then eases Marcus into his lap and his arms, careful of the marks on his back but not too careful. He lets the quiet settle again before he whispers, "We're home. You can tell me what you want, or I can just take care of you. I think you need to be clean, and maybe have something to eat or drink, even just a little, and then we need to just be here."
Dan kisses Marcus's cheek, almost delicately, and then the rest of his face, raining kisses down before he presses his mouth, just as carefully, to the edge of Marcus's split lip.