#marshall ask

“Well isn’t this just a delightful little surprise!” The vampire exclaimed, clapping her hands in delight.

Marshall’s body swayed along with the weight of his mind, pulled by the gravitation of her magnificent spell. “Wh- um, what… isss…?” He asked, brows furrowing in the immense confusion rattling his brain as he intensely studied her nearly shocked expression.

“You’re such a nice little one all enthralled! I never would have guessed!” Tenderly, she  scritched at the underside of his chin, blissful touch that only scattered his thoughts further.

“R… really…?” Any semblance of praise strangely blossomed warmth through his chest, a sensation he’d rarely ever felt.

Patting him atop the head, the vampire’s power filled him to the brim with bouncing bubbles and cotton candy clouds, drool falling right from his parted lips. “Oh yes, my dear. All that kicking and screaming seems to fly right out the window when your brain goes along with it. Who would’ve thought that under your feral state there still lies a gentle little boy who only wants to please?”

“Uh, um… s- sorry, I… um, can’t-,”

“Poor thing,” she pouted, “your brain is so heavy right now that you must be having much trouble understanding all my big words and fast speech. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, though, thinking is not your job. You just be all sweet and polite while I get you ready.”

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“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Those are the only words that can and will leave his lips, throat caving in as his heart skips a beat.

Marshall’s head spins, disgust and nausea overpowering the intensity of confusion in his brain. He can barely think, a lump in his throat and his mind stuck in shock.

He sees himself, clear as day, dazed out of his mind and grinning from ear to ear, sprawled over a mountain of stuffed, vibrantly colored children's toys, the ugliest he’s ever seen. Curled into them, even, hugging them tightly.

He doesn’t know what he’s seeing. He doesn’t know if he even wants to know.

All he really wants is to vomit.

The him that he sees, a no short of idiotic look on his face, is adorned with the puffiest and ugliest of dresses he’s ever laid eyes on, and a pair of sparkling flat shoes, stupid, stupid, stupid, little fucking bows placed to the tops. He crawls around on his hands and knees, blowing the clutter of overgrown and uncut hair out from his gaze.

“Fuck-,”

It-

It couldn’t be real. It couldn’t.

How could he, him of all people, a hunter, end up a thrall? Brain squashed to mush, dumbly happy and smiling for the rest of his life, his only role to belong as a pet for his owner. A leech. A leech that holds his life and mind in their hands, and there’s nothing he can do about it.

(Much to Evangeline’s delight he slumps under trance when she includes touch)