“No to the second question. I don’t think I can answer the first.”, Arthur wrote back. He took care to still read everything aloud to Markus, so he knew what was happening.
“Do you read a lot?”, he asked in return. He wondered if she had a book by him. He was pretty popular, though who knew how much she liked to read. Especially his genres.
Markus was very glad for the gentleness. He didn’t think he could handle more at the moment, even though he had been forced to learn not to say no and not to struggle. He wouldn’t be able to stop Daniel even if he wanted to. Though nothing was happening anyways.
“I should get breakfast..”, Markus mumbled softly. After the amount of blood he lost, he should at least drink something.
Arthur went ahead and grabbed a washcloth too while Agnes washed her own arm, rubbing Markus’ arm clean too. He didn’t see a point in keeping the old messages.
“Of course it would have, but it still would seem obvious. Why would it censor it if I hadn’t written any?”, Arthur wrote then, huffing. “I’m actually pretty popular. My books got translated quite a lot. At least a few of them.”.
“Don’t brag.”, Markus huffed with a little smile and nudged Arthur, who grinned and rolled his eyes in return, nudging Markus back.
Agnes hummed softly and smiled. She wondered if she had read anything by him. She had a couple niche books, so she got up to check them. “What genre do.you usually write in?”
She had a collection of horror books on one shelf, fantasy on another, all arranged by letter and series. She was a very neat and clean person.
“Do you think I can tell her which gerne I write in?”, Arthur asked Markus. He didn’t write in all after all, and just a few. He wasn’t sure if it would be censored or not. “I think you can. If she asks if you’re The Author, then the book will censor your answer most likely.”, Markus replied softly, shifting so he could sit in Arthur’s lap. “Though I have never published anything about me personally. Not even a picture or short biography.”, Arthur hummed.
“Horror, thrillers, mystery. Sometimes fantasy.”, he wrote finally then.
“Soulmates don’t have to be a perfect match.”, Markus mumbled, but stayed in Daniel’s arms, clinging to him, feeling safe. He knew soulmates could just be friends, though good ones. They didn’t have to be romantic. But Markus would be more than happy to try and be with Daniel.
“But-… but thank you..”.
“But I can already sense that that bond between us is stronger than just friendship Markus.” He said softly and cupped his cheeks then. “I would never kiss a stranger, and yet I did kiss you.” He mumbled before he connected their lips again.
Markus blushed a little as he was kissed again, relaxing as he kissed back. It calmed him, soothed him, and it felt really nice.
“I feel a lot better with you… thank you so much..”, Markus mumbled softly, not wanting to lean back far more than he had to to speak.
The Host drops by Dr. Iplier’s clinic for a bandage fix and to ask a favor.
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“Wilford Warfstache, would you please sit down for your check up? The faster you let me do what I need to, the faster you can get away from the clinic. I’ve known you too damn long for you to still being pulling this kind of stuff.” Doctor Iplier’s voice entails this is a dispute that’s been going on for a while, and Host has to bite back a laugh. Poor thing always has had a hard time with Wilford. “Doctor, the Host believes he has come at an inopportune moment.” The Host’s voice seems to startle the doctor, who whips around to face the Host with wide eyes. When he finally focuses in on the other ego he lets out a nervous laugh, wringing his hands together as he often does when he’s anxious. When the Host still went by the name Author, the Doctor did far less hand wringing. Perhaps the Host is the one to make him so anxious? Curious. The Host tilts his head to one side and the doctor’s hands finally still.
“Host! No- it’s- well, yes, it is a poor time.” The doctor admits, grimacing as Wilford knocks something over behind them. “I’m sorry, I know I said to just drop by whenever but–” “This is a perfect time, Hosty my boy!” Wilford invites himself abruptly into the conversation, and while Doc could have sworn he had just been by the cabinets he’s suddenly right next to the Host. The Host does not flinch, instead gives Wilford a cold smile until the pink ego moves away a pace. “I was just leaving!” “You were not!” Doctor Iplier tries to insist, but too late. Warfstache is gone. Poor, poor Doctor Iplier, Host tries not to look too amused as he thinks it. The doctor seems to know of his amusement anyway, judging by the look he casts to the other ego.
“Soulmates don’t have to be a perfect match.”, Markus mumbled, but stayed in Daniel’s arms, clinging to him, feeling safe. He knew soulmates could just be friends, though good ones. They didn’t have to be romantic. But Markus would be more than happy to try and be with Daniel.
Arthur went ahead and grabbed a washcloth too while Agnes washed her own arm, rubbing Markus’ arm clean too. He didn’t see a point in keeping the old messages.
“Of course it would have, but it still would seem obvious. Why would it censor it if I hadn’t written any?”, Arthur wrote then, huffing. “I’m actually pretty popular. My books got translated quite a lot. At least a few of them.”.
“Don’t brag.”, Markus huffed with a little smile and nudged Arthur, who grinned and rolled his eyes in return, nudging Markus back.
“Thank you..”, Markus mumbled quietly. He was really really glad Daniel would help him, and stay with him. That he wouldn’t be alone, and someone would make sure he’d heal.
“I’m sorry you had to hurt yourself… I’m really sorry…”, he murmured, gently taking Daniel’s arm, feeling the bandages. He felt terrible.
“Don’t worry about that. I did it to make sure you’d contact me” he said softly and rubbed his back some more. He looked at him and cupped his cheeks. “We will get through this together”
“I was really afraid.. that.. that you`d hate me… or were annoyed by me…”, Markus mumbled softly. He was still afraid something would happen that would make Daniel hate him.
“I don’t want to disappoint you… I just-…”, he sniffed, clinging tightly to Daniel’s chest.
“Thank you..”, Markus mumbled quietly. He was really really glad Daniel would help him, and stay with him. That he wouldn’t be alone, and someone would make sure he’d heal.
“I’m sorry you had to hurt yourself… I’m really sorry…”, he murmured, gently taking Daniel’s arm, feeling the bandages. He felt terrible.
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