[CLOSED] common ailments?

[marcus owen foster]

Marc felt terrible, like all the life had been drained from him. And in reality, it had. Thanks to August. He wasn't sure he liked the idea of being mortal enemies with his own family. Not that he cared about any of them besides Shaun. He checked his phone again, guessing Tony was on his way. He slumped down further in his chair.

He was otherwise proud of himself. He had gotten his apartment, he had gotten a raise at work, and he hadn't done anything besides cut his stomach once since he left Tony's house. And drink a little. But he was otherwise in good shape. He hadn't done anything drastic. He looked down at his palms, the scars barely visible now.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony trailed up to the apartment, knocking on the door, then opened it, peering inside with a smile. "Marc," He breathed, setting his things for the night down. He had just finished ice skating, huffed and ran a hand through his hair.

He moved to hug him tight, frowned faintly. "You okay..?" He mumbled in worry, touching at his slightly cool cheek. He brushed his thumb over it gently.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc hugged him tight, his face brightening at the sight of Tony. "Hey.." He breathed, kissing the top of his head.

"I'm fine. Well, kinda and kinda not.. But you got your forever now. August turned me.. I feel like death and I'm starving and I'm in horrible pain but it's okay.." He pulled Tony into his lap, rubbing his side.

[tony angel martyn]

"You-" Tony tensed against him, pulling back to look him in the face. "Marus..." He wined. "You shouldn't have had him do that.." He bit at his lip guiltily, hugged him time again. "I din't want to know you're out there killing people Marc...I-...yeah I wanted you forever..but I didn't think you'd do this.." He kissed the side of his head.

[marcus owen foster]

Marc shrank away, afraid and hurt. "I didn't do nothing, Tony.. He made me.. He said he was sick of working with filthy humans.. I didn't tell him to, Tony.." He whispered, lowering his gaze. It would have hurt more, had his dad not blamed him for everything back home. But it still hurt him to think Tony would blame him.

"I'm sorry.. I didn't do it.." he mumbled, keeping his head down.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony bit at his lip guiltily. "I'm sorry...I just remembered our coversation and-..." Teeth gritted together. How could he do something like this to Marc?! Who did he think he was?

He scooted closer, sitting in his lap and hugging him tight, kissing him hesitantly on the lips, then a little more surely. "'m sorry, Marc.. I'd never blame you on purpose.."

[marcus owen foster]

Marc wrapped his arms hesitantly around him. He was a monster now, right? That's why Tony had gotten so mad, right? It still hurt him to think Tony would blame him for what happened. It was bad enough he was twice August's size and had easily been overpowered.

"S'okay.." He mumbled, rubbing his back gently. He looked over at the space where a TV should be. But he had decided against one. His dad had threatened anyone who touched the TV in the living room and Marc didn't want one. He rubbed Tony's side now, closing his eyes as he leaned back against the chair. He felt terrible, both physically and emotionally.

[tony angel martyn]

"My side feels a lot better now.." He murmured, kissing the skin near Marc's ear. But that didn't mean he had been left alone at school, either. He didn't feel a need to bring such things up though.

"You okay Marc? Wanna go lay down?" He touched his cheek gently, brushing a thumb over the skin. "I was s'posed to protect you..." Even if Marc was bigger. He knew not from this, from the pain of things altogether. "Sorry.."

[marcus owen foster]

"No, I'm okay." He said quietly, closing his eyes. He had spent entirely too much time sitting here thinking about everything. He had expected Tony to get mad. He shrugged. "It's okay. There wasn't much you could have done anyways.." He mumbled. He gently sat Tony in the chair as he got up and walked to the kitchen. He got a glass of water, then sat down beside Tony. He took a sip from the glass, glancing back over to where the TV should be. He propped his elbow on the arm of the chair, rubbing the top of his head.

"I need a hair cut.." He mumbled, used to his short shaved hair.

[tony angel martyn]

Tony watched him quietly. He was glad he had a place now, but it was upsetting knowing that a guy who worked with him had done this. Chewing on his lip some, he curled up close again, falling silent.