❣ (the pulse meme for Marcel from Amelia 👀)
❣️ Check Marcel's Pulse || Accepting. @eikonsiren || Marcel
Marcel has never feared death. In fact, he has always wholly welcomed it, knowing full and well that his job all but asks him to do just that - to die. The only idea of death that is remotely unsettling is the pain, should he be alive long enough to feel any.
He thinks, as his mind floats in and out of consciousness, that he's very lucky he hasn't felt any up until this point.
Various sounds swirl around him - snippets of gentle voices and the clanging of bottles - sometimes he can even make out the call of his own name. Whatever will he still possesses inside of him pushes his consciousness towards the voice, towards his name --
And his eyes open painfully slowly.
With his newfound sight, albeit blurry, comes a wave of pain that his unconsciousness must have been fighting off. He winces, breathing in a shuddering breath as his hand involuntarily grabs the arm nearest to his. A few blinks clear his vision enough and it's Amelia he sees, carefully hovering over him with one hand by his wrist. Her fingers are pressed into his pulse, and he can't help feeling overwhelmingly blessed to still be alive.
"Am - Amelia?" He asks in a whispered tone, unable to speak at full volume just yet. "You're here."
And somehow, in his pain-addled and disoriented mind, that means it's going to be okay.
















