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 This is from a musical, “Love Never Dies”, and I thought it fit perfectly with these two. Enjoy!

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The soft piter-patter of rain knocking against the window hummed a gentle beat in The Host’s chest. The queen-sized bed was too empty without his magician next to him. The night was too dark to see anything. Sleep didn’t come to him as he looked the other way of the bed. It’s only been days after...

He turn on his side where Marvin would be sleeping in his soft pillow, and his hand reaches out to grip the cold silky pillowcase. If Marvin was next to him, his hand would’ve touched his fluffy hair and smoothed it, but he clinched the pillowcase instead. If The Host focused hard enough, he could smell Marvin near him, but it’s just empty air in front of him.

He looked back at the door with his missing eyes but he looked back at his pillow. Host held it close to his chest as he remembered Marvin’s lips against his scars that Dark given him and the kisses on his neck, tracing the scar over his Adam’s apple. Host swallowed hard at the thought that he’ll never feel those lips again, nor would he feel safe, warm arms holding someone like Marvin close to his chest again. He won’t feel it because Marvin--

“The Host refuses,” he mumbles against the cold pillow, smelling his sweet perfume. “The Host refuses to believe that his beloved, his sweet beloved with cat eyes and-and gentle voice is gone.” Bloody tears began to fall from his bandages as he the echoes of Marvin’s scream run in his ears. “The Host winces at the noise of his beloved Marvin that-that night and-and--”

He stops suddenly as a broken sob flowed from his lips. He didn’t bother to cover it was he cried in the pillow, clinching the memory of that September night where the cool silk covers were too warm against their skins and the night was too bright between the thunderous rain and howling winds from the window as they opened up to each other like a flower in the sun, blooming just enough for each and every touch given to them.

The Host looked up at the ceiling as he continued to let out broken sobs and cries for Marvin, calling out for him like a broken record. He turns in the bed again and holds the pillow close to his chest, crying gentle in the fabric. He didn’t care if the rest in the manor could hear him. He didn’t want to fight Wilford’s hand touching his shoulder or turned him away when he laid next to him. He didn’t and to yell at Jim 1 to leave his room as he brought him a glass of water. His sobs echoed through his room and in the walls, but he didn’t hear Marvin’s voice in his head.

“Let hopes pass, let dreams pass--let them die. Without you, what are they for?” The Host sung against the pillow. “I always feel no more than halfway real til I hear you sing...” he stops and felt Marvin’s smile against his skin then fading away again. “...once more.”

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Welp, there’s that.

             Cassie was contently reading when she head Diana approach and made a curious little sound upon her approach, wondering if perhaps she needed something. A kiss on the cheek was a pleasant surprise and the little witch leaned in toward Diana’s affection with a pleased little hum. And then betrayal. And a surprised squeal followed by Cassie scrambling to get up off of the couch to chase after the other. Vengeance must be served ! 

@blind--magic​ ❝This jackassery will NOT stand! ❞ (For Noah. What is Masha shouting about? idk)

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Noah never quite seemed fully alive, obviously, but there were times he was energetic enough to come close, and this was one of them--he was giggling far too hard to be mistaken for a ghost, and Masha’s outburst just set him off again.

@blind--magic​ asked:  ♢ – A familial hug (Masha & Lin Ming?)

Her shoulders tensed out of habit that she couldn’t completely shake even after all this time but almost immediately Lin Ming relaxed, a small sigh of resignation escaping her. Not unhappy, just still unused to the affection coming from people other than those she had come to consider family. 

But Xiao Xingchen had brought Masha to their home and didn’t that make her some sort of family? And, really, ‘some sort’ of family was the way things worked at Jinghai. A huff of laughter followed the sigh almost immediately and Lin Ming hugged the girl back, giving a firm pat on her shoulder as she pulled away. 

<< Want to feed the goats with me? >> she signed, slowly, testing to see how well Masha could follow along. << If there’s two of us, maybe the asshole won’t escape. >>

@blind--magic​ asked:  “If it grieves you, then I don’t think it’s absurd at all.” (Masha to Lin Ming)

If it grieves you. 

It was an odd word choice, not the one that she had used, but the one that Masha had responded with nonetheless. Lin Ming frowned slightly, the corners of her mouth twitching. Not the first time that someone had looked past what she presented and called it for what it was.

Did it grieve her? 

Grief made her think of mourning, mourning made her think of sadness for something lost, and Lin Ming had never thought she had lost anything. Her childhood, her family, they were all there, etched firmly in her past, the memories brought up by a broken bowl similar to one in her childhood kitchen, but maybe it wasn’t that simple. Something had been lost, back then, and now.

She scrunched up her face in annoyance, wiping at her eyes before taking Masha’s hand to trace letters into her palm. 

<< You’re right, it’s not absurd, but I don’t think this bowl is worth fixing. Let’s clean up before someone gets hurt. >>

@blind--magic​ asked:  “Don’t feel bad for one moment about doing what brings you joy.” (Masha to Nocome)

“I don’t really feel bad,” she said, giving Masha a nudge with her shoulder, the grin on her face wide as she tried not to laugh. Not at Masha or her words; those were well received, something that was nice to hear when you got down to it. Nocome shoved her sketch book back into her bag, muttering a curse under her breath when the zipper stuck. 

“It’s more like, I’d only feel bad if I got arrested or something and they had to call my parents. Can you imagine?” Nocome dropped her voice, changing the inflection of her words. “‘Mrs. and Mr. Fiddler? Yes, we’ve arrested your daughter for trespassing on government property.’ Then my parents would be like ‘damn, I knew we shouldn’t have let her watch reruns of ‘The X-Files’.”