Faces in the Night | Open
Turning at the sound of footsteps coming into the room Markusâ hopeful smile fell and fell hard upon the sight of the man striding into the man before him. It had been practically forever since Markus had seen Marius, an eternity since he sat across from him begging for a miracle that would never come and even longer since heâd felt the sting of the other mans knuckles against his cheek.Â
But even then with the rush of emotions flooding over the young boy Markus was to tired to muster up any sort of real resentment towards him at this point in time, all his energy going into trying to recover the right Thesus. Because it was his fault Denian had strayed and gotten lost and he was sure of it. Although heâd die in here before heâd let Marius figure that one out.Â
Sighing though Markus figured heâd better answer the captain if only to be polite. âWell lost could certainly be one way to describe it,â he stated putting his hands on his hips.Â
Groaning inwardly at the decidedly icy reaction his appearance had gotten out of Markus, Marius nevertheless put on a smirk and waved at his new-found and entirely reluctant companion. Not that heâd been expecting a warm welcome or anything, not where Markus was concerned, but--still. So far even the screaming faces made for better company than the kid.
Briefly he debated just turning back around and leaving the kid to be unhappy on his own, but then again -- with Denian lost in here, Marius couldnât well justify leaving behind his only chance of finding his grandkid. So. Unhappy Arcain kid it was, because no way in all the world was he going to leave Denian stranded in here. If the builder of the house had been insane enough to decorate the walls like this, there was no telling what might await them further inside the house, after all.
Mirroring the kidâs pose, Marius cocked his head and said, âWell then. Donât think Iâm not passing silent judgement here, love, because I most definitely am -- but this really ainât the greatest place to get lost in, yâknow?â He pointed at the faces lining the walls, which were still refusing to shut up. Case in point. âWhere exactly did you lose him, kid?â




















