#marble slab shower walls

[ilove-heichou]

Mediterranean Bathroom - Sauna A medium-sized sauna with beige walls and tuscan beige tile and stone tile flooring.

[sabraeal]

Remedial Lessons, Chapter 2

[Read on AO3]

Written for @kaedix's birthday!! Last year Kimber requested what become the first chapter of this fic, back when there were only a handful of people in the fandom who had even watched Soul Eater. But last summer the discord ended up watching Soul Eater as its summer shonen, so I was all too happy to continue it when she asked for a continuation this year!

This is hardly the first sepulcher that Shirayuki has been lead into since she started her time at Shibusen, but she’ll grant the professor this: it is the nicest.

“So what?” Obi huffs, parka hunched up around his ears as he takes in the bank of computers stretched along the walls. His breath mists in the air as he speaks, like swallowing souls in reverse. “You get like, four? Five G in here? Or did you just like…roll some fiber out here? You know a guy? There’s some people who could really use this kind of set up—”

“Etiquette demands that a host graciously welcome his guests into his residence, whether that be a professional office or personal home,” Lata informs then with all the enthusiasm of a wet blanket. “However, since it seems that you are determined to wear it out as fast as humanly as possible, I think we’ll skip over all that.”

Obi presses a hand to his chest; his parka lets out a soft pffft under the pressure. “I’m just showing interest, sir. Showering you with compliments. Really—”

“Asking for proprietary information.” The professor glances over his shoulder, glowering at where she lingers in the doorway. “Come here already. We don’t have all day.”

‘Here’ happens to be a marble slab; one large and smooth enough to accommodate Mitsuhide from head to ankle, the way most beds do. There’s quite a few of them in the room, most serving as flat surfaces for Lata’s equipment, but this one has clearly been left free, sterile as an exam table, though with the way it fits into that carved bier beneath it, Shirayuki suspects—

“Is that a coffin?” Obi coughs, circling it like a cat around a bath. “Just what are you gonna do with her on that, doc? Hoist it up to the ceiling? Let lightning hit her? Hate to break it to you, but she’s already alive.”

“Obi.” If there’s one thing Shirayuki has learned about Shibusen faculty, it’s that you don’t go around giving them ideas.

“What? I just want to get the scope of the work or whatever.” His hands slide into his pockets, slowing his stride to a casual creep. “If we’re going to have to run, I��d like to start now rather than after he’s got your all hooked up to his Doom Canon.”

“Oh, really. I’m not about to perform surgery on her. Or mad science,” The professor grouses, rummaging around in a drawer. “This place is hardly sterile. But you can’t possibly think I’m so naive as to take your word about her bloodline, do you?”

Shirayuki wrinkles her brow. “Why would I lie about that?”

“Why does anyone lie, girl? To get what you want.” Lata straightens, the honed edge of his body angling toward the stone. “Now take off your coat. This won’t take long.”

She glances down at the cold marble and suppresses a shiver. “But you haven’t taken your coat off.”

“Of course not. It’s freezing in here.” Clouds steam from his sigh as he turns to her, strung tight with impatience. “And I hardly need to take blood samples from myself.”

The tag of her zipper digs bloodless gouges across the fleshier bits of her knuckles. Two year ago this would have all come as a shock, but after a few semesters at Shibusen, she’s only thankful it isn’t a weirder bodily fluid. “Blood? Couldn’t you just—?”

Obi steps right between them, shoulders not squared to shield but hunched, potential energy all coined in his spine like a spring. “Uh uh, no way, doc. We said we’d let you poke around, not actually put a needle through her. Just because she’s a weapon doesn’t mean you get to treat her like an ob—”

“I wasn’t asking you,” Lata informs him, bored. “Now are you going to take off your coat, Miss…?”

“Shirayuki.” Obi angles a look over his shoulder, half are you kidding and half don’t feed the animals. As if she were some child sticking her hand through bars at the zoo, daring a tiger to chomp them off at the wrist.

To be fair, it’s earned. But this particular tiger is their best best for surmounting this resonating problem, and Shirayuki’s willing to risk far more than a nibble to keep from collecting another ninety-nine souls. Twice is more than enough. “And yes, I will.”

The professor doesn’t quite smile, but there’s a shift in his eyes as she bares the skin at her elbow; a deepening of the crinkles at their corners, a widening of his pupils. There’s a part of him that likes this, that looks at her twining path of veins and sees something beyond flesh. That devours this stretch of skin the same way she might a grimoire’s pages, reading fell knowledge in every drop of her blood.

“Good.” She’s barely set herself on top of the sarcophagus, wincing at the chill that seeps through her jeans, when Lata strides right around Obi and grips her wrist. Klaxons ring between her ears, telling her to dig in her heels and twist, but there’s only air beneath them now, an awkward angle between her and the nearest flat surface, and—

Just a pinch, a squeeze, and he’s stepped away, glass slide gripped between his fingers.

“Wha….huh?” she murmurs, watching as blood wells up from the prick. It lasts hardly more than a blink— Obi hands her a tissue, and by the time she’s wiped the bead away, it’s like her skin was never broken at all. A perk of the lineage, Lord Death had always told her. “You just needed a drop?”

“As much as I would love to sequence the entirety of your genome, I would prefer not to wait for the results— or waste the resources.” He hums, much more chipper now that he’s placed that slide into one of his machines. “Not when a specimen sample is much quicker and negligibly less accurate.”

The reasoning is solid, but still— “Then why did you have me take off my coat?”

"To see if at least one of you could obey an order.” The professor jerks his chin toward Obi. “Or if you were as much of a lost cause as that one.”

“Hey! I can sit and roll over as good as anyone,” Obi sniffs, dropping his coat over her shoulders. “If I wanna.”

They’ve hardly known each other a quarter of an hour, but already Lata is sending her long-suffering looks. “That’s the entire—”

His machine beeps, once, twice, like it’s impatient, eager to have eyes on the data flying across its screen. Attention Lata’s quick to give, scrolling through faster than even she could possibly parse, turning familiar words into flipped-bit gibberish. The professor, however, hums.

“Well, you are from Carnwennan’s lineage, it seems.” Shirayuki can’t help but notice that he doesn’t say daughter. Like somehow a hidden bloodline was probable, but direct progeny a stretch. “You’ll forgive me for doubting you. I’ve met Excalibur” —he grimaces— “and there’s not much resemblance. In either of your forms.”

Obi cocks a hip against the sarcophagus, making himself one long, lean line. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Lata fixes him with the same sort of look a stern kindergarten teacher might give their most difficult charge. “Carnwennan was a dagger. And from what I’ve seen of Miss Shirayuki’s shape, she is most certainly not.”

One of these thing, his look says, is not like the other. “I suppose your father had his own lineage? Or should I assume he was a meister rather than a weapon?”

Her mouth opens, then shuts. Opens again, only to say, “I don’t know.”

There’s the vaguest twitch of that stern brow, the softest hum of intrigue. “Interesting. It was always said that Carnwennan was particular with her meisters, one must assume she would be even more so with a romantic partner. So who is he?”

“A deadbeat.” Obi says it like punctuation, the period at the end of a sentence gone on too long. He shifts too, crossing his arms and angling his shoulders, breaking line of sight between her and the professor. It’s effort she appreciates, even if it’s unnecessary.

“My mother is the legendary weapon,” she asks, each word weighed and measured, the perfect split between firm and fair. “Is my father really pertinent to your research?”

“Look around, Miss Shirayuki. Do you see a water cooler anywhere? A break room, perhaps? Coworkers?” The look he levels at her is downright withering. “Do I really look like the sort of man who would make small talk?”

Obi's smirk glints the way her blade does before it cuts. “He’s got us there, kid.”

There’s an inertia to overcome when it comes to her father; it’d been so much easier to not talk about it, to let everyone believe she thought he was dead. But now that he’s dredged himself up out of her memories and into reality, becoming more than just a character from the childhood she can’t remember, it’s…hard. Separating what she knows from what she feels is a job Shirayuki’s pretty sure she’s under qualified to handle.

“I don’t know much about him,” she admits, because that’s true. Maybe he raised her for four years, but she’s lived another thirteen without him, and that doesn’t make him any better than a stranger in her book. “He left me with my grandparents when I was little. I barely even remember his face.”

Also not a lie, even if it earns her some side-eye from Obi’s direction. She’d seen him for a day nearly a year ago; not enough to commit more than broad strokes to her memory. It’d be a miracle if she could even pick him out on the street.

Not that she’d tell the professor that. She’s already in danger of clucking tongues and piteous looks; something about parental abandonment bloodies even the hardest of hearts. There’s quite a bit Shirayuki’s ready to weather for this training, but if she has to endure yet another ethically dubious mentor trying to empathize with her, well—

“Hm.” Lata’s fingers clack across the keys, not even sparing her a cursory glance. “Interesting.”

“So.” Obi wraps his mouth around the sound, stretching it as long as the look he sends her. “That’s it, right, doc? You’re gonna help us?”

“I didn’t say that.” Lata steps back from his screen, one rigid line from the heels of boots to the whorl of his cowlick. “I study legendary weapons. As intriguing as it might be to study one of their progeny— however direct— Miss Shirayuki is not her mother. There’s no guarantee that her biometric data will provide any meaningful contribution toward my—”

“So you have other half-mythical weapons lining up to be a part of your experiment?” Obi perches on the sarcophagus like a particularly mischievous gargoyle. “Is Caliburn’s great-grandson going to walk through here? Excalibur’s ex-roommate? Maybe you’ll be lucky enough to find a guy who knows a guy who saw Kusanagi-no-tsurugi buying cabbages once.”

Lata’s mouth pulls thin. “Caliburn is—”

“—the same sword as Excalibur,” Shirayuki finishes, hurriedly.

“What?” Obi squawks, nearly toppling from his perch. “But wasn’t that the one in the stone, and then that lady in the lake or whatever gave that guy another one…?”

“That was a translation error,” she murmurs, flushing as Lata lifts his brows. “From when the troubadours in France began singing Arthur’s lays. Exacalibur was the sword in the stone. He just, er…broke. And the Nimue” — ah, she’s starting to sound like her uncle— “never mind. It’s a common mistake. He was still sleeping when it happened.”

“A better time.” Lata glares as if they were the ones who woke him.

“Huh.” Obi shakes a hand, like that might clear the air. “The point is, does how many legendary weapons is doc gonna meeting hanging around in some dusty ass old ruins? You’ve gotta need us as much as we need you. Maybe even more.”

If the professor was glaring before, he’s glowering now.

“You make a compelling point,” he admits, begrudging them every word. “Fine. I supposed it would be beneficial for my work if I helped you both with your resonance issue. But you’ll have to help me with my research,” he warns, as if that soured rather than sweetened the deal. “And not just your own contributions to my data— I need legendary weapons if I’m going to get anywhere, not just their…relations.”

“Well,” Shirayuki hums, struggling to keep her voice so even, so innocent. “I could always ask my uncle, if you really needed—”

“We can start with your training first,” Lata grits through his grimace. “I’m hardly that desperate.”

“Sounds like you’ve got yourself a deal, doc.” Obi sprawls himself across the top of the coffin, tapping at the marble slab. “Now which one of these are ours? You got a couple lined with Egyptian cotton or something? Maybe some memory foam? I don’t need a lot but I’ve got to be able to snooze in full Nosferatu.”

His eyes close, arms cutting up to cross over his chest— full Nosferatu, indeed— but Lata only grunts, “None of them.”

One eye peels open, skeptical. “What, the Cryptkeeper’s got guest rooms down here? A Best Western? It takes three hours to get here one way, there’s no way we can hike out and back every day.”

“Of course you can’t,” Lata scoffs. “I’m coming back with you.”

*

“Just like that, huh?” Obi’s no longer playing vampire, but he’s still sitting on the sarcophagus,  shoulders stacked beside hers. “You’re not even going to ask us what the problem is first? What if it’s just a five-minute fix, and—?”

“If it were really some ‘five-minute fix’ then that idiot Shidan would have been able to handle it,” Lata grouses, already sifting through books to take with him. “And there’s certainly no point in asking your opinions on the problem. If you neither of you have managed to devise a solution by now, then I doubt that you have any meaningful insight to provide me.”

Shirayuki would have protested— if the professor didn’t have a point. Locating a reclusive academic was hardly the sort of option a reasonable person took as their first step. But after two years of reaching for resonance and having it slip through their fingers, Shirayuki was willing to try anything. Short of braving one of her uncle’s lectures, of course.  “That’s not very nice.”

Obi tucks his chin, keeping his grimace between the two of them. “He’s not wrong.”

“Still,” she sighs, “he doesn’t need to say it.”

“Hey, what did he mean anyway?” She cocks her head, questioning, and Obi clarifies, “About how you don’t look like your family.”

“My uncle…” It’s her turn to grimace now. “Well, my mother doesn’t take after him, that’s all.”

“That gives me at least one answer about your father,” Lata grunts, heaving a trunk up onto his back.

"Really?" Obi drawls, rubbing at his shoulder. "I feel like I didn't get anything from that at all."

"I'm sure," the professors hums dryly, "that you're used to it. Now, are you two ready to go? We have quite a ways back, and thought I am experienced at traveling in the snow, I'd prefer not to do it in the dark.”

Obi heaves sigh, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Get a load of this guy, kid. Spends all this time packing up everything that isn't nailed down, then ask us to hurry up and--"

"Today, if you would." The words echo down the hallway, ghostly in the empty room.

"Yeah, yeah. We're coming." He rolls his shoulders, shifting his weight like a fighter right before a match. "Welp, you heard him, kid. One-way trip to Lilias, leaving now. You ready?"

Shirayuki doesn't spare a glance for the sepulcher behind her-- but she does pause for a shiver. Really, she'd thought she'd left these sorts of trips behind at Shibusen. "More than."

"Love to hear it." He holds out a hand as she starts up the rise. "Let's get out of here. Ladies first."

There's no hesitation as she takes it, hand fitting in to his like her haft snugs into his palm. "Let's."

[themartianwitch-fic]

Yours In Fractions - Ch. 3 - Overflow

Fic summary: After the invasion, Conner and M'gann re-connect with each other and themselves. (Set primarily between Seasons 2 and 3, with flashbacks. See pinned post for full fic's content warnings.)

[???, Team Year ???]

The glass against M’gann’s cheek melts away into something feather-soft and weightless, but just as cold. Her body feels weightless against it, but it’s not quite air. She feels it hold her, suspend her in itself; there’s kindness in it, or at least a welcoming yield to her presence despite how expansive it feels around her–maybe even because of it. Here, she can tell, she’s barely a drop.

She opens her eyes.

She’s not a drop, she’s a shard in an ocean full of cold white marble broken into pieces, and of all the shards, she knows that she’s the sharpest.

Atlantis, in ruins. This is how he perceives his psyche.

She did this.

“Wait, but this is–agh–”

Her throat constricts, and the weight of the ocean is in her lungs faster than she can think to make gills. It’s not real, it’s not real, she tells herself in order to push her airways back open–and even when this was real, she didn’t need gills. M’gann forces herself into a deep breath, at least on this plane; it’s somewhere to start. Physically, she knows she’s still–and only–asleep. Escape is as simple as waking up. She’s only just slipped into this–this time can be different.

Two already broken slabs before her shatter into a spray of dust. M’gann closes her eyes on this plane and begs her body to open its own back to reality, because she doesn’t deserve this. It was never her fault. What she deserves is the hologram, the honor of her memory having served as protectress of Kaldur’s mind, and her real legacy–

Tula descends out of nothingness and into form behind M'gann. Closing eyes on this plane, M’gann knows, is a token gesture at best. Nothing her mind generates can escape her perception because nothing in her mind takes any form unless she's already conceived of it. M’gann opens her eyes, and the world shifts to put her face to face with Tula, no choice but to engage. Tula’s hands curl into blazing fists as her mouth curls into an empty snarl. She’s no one, nothing, a memory of a memory, a visage warped to fit into a role that was never hers in life.  Tula had always had a kind smile and sharp eyes, beautiful and perceptive–that, M'gann knew on her own, even before piecing Kaldur's memories back together with him. This Tula glares at her with eyes glazed over in rage, ready to take the two of them once again through motions automatic and thoughtless.

“I’m sorry,” M’gann says to Tula even though it’s not Tula, and isn’t even any part of Kaldur’s mind here–just part of her own now.

And to this part of her mind, the apology means nothing. Tula releases a shower of ice shards from the center of a sigil cast between her hands. M’gann takes hits the moment the first shards manifest and flies back through water that yields to her like air.

She feels it, just like before: hot and cold, almost electric shocks searing through her chest.

An unanchored wall amidst the wreckage catches her. The back of her head meets crumbling stone, more damage she can do just by being here–being anywhere. Even with the attack over, pain persists in wringing itself through her neck and shoulders as she drifts off from the wall. Okay, she wants to say, that’s enough this time, but she knows there’s no negotiating this. There can’t be, when she’s the only one that’s really here–all she can do is make a choice.

You wanna blame yourself, fine, but only if you’re willing to do something about it!

M’gann’s mind doesn’t give her any projection of Artemis to lean on other than that echo of her voice, but it’s something, and she takes it. She can’t be back here, hurting herself over and over instead of fixing things–

–Kaldur’s mind has already recovered, M’gann answers back to the memory. What else can I still fix?

What’s left that even should be–

More shards like daggers shoot M’gann back into the wall and immobilize her there, none piercing through her but each one bursting against her only for another to follow before she can react. Pain rips through her mind so brightly that for a moment, all she can see is white, but the flash fades in time for her to see the hot blue fire between Tula’s hands swirl and grow into a charging sphere of light. Given a momentary reprieve, her body–her form, at least, on this plane, suited and green with hair cast up in short, choppy waves–sinks limply down the wall.

She pulls enough strength back into her form to avoid meeting the wall’s fate: total obliteration as Tula’s full blast overtakes it. The shockwaves aid M’gann at first but quickly knock her off formation, turn swimming back into falling. With her heart racing now–mental or physical, both as far as she can tell–M’gann tries pushing her legs into forming a tail, but they stay separate and flailing as another beam churns and seethes to life in Tula’s hands. Gasping at the drag on her ankles, M’gann reminds herself that it’s not water, and that it’s as good as air–that it’s her mind and it's anything that she truly wants it to be.

Nothing changes at that thought but the force with which M'gann can will herself forward, but Tula’s next attacks at least miss her like the first. Parts of her surroundings crumble in small crashes, but the distance M’gann races to put between herself and Tula turns them muffled and dull to her ears. She slips behind a floating chunk of stone for cover, letting a sense of safety wash over her–only for a single gasp at relief to immediately make her sick.

She’s doing all this to herself–what good is hiding from it? What point, what use is there, and what help–

–What right does she have to want this to be over?

M’gann drops straight down as the next blast claims her cover. A smoke-like cloud of dust disperses above her head as chips of stone patter like raindrops onto her shoulders. The dodge was automatic; she knew exactly when the attack would come. Each time before has been a drill preparing her for the next, with no end in sight–

–Save for one end, she thinks as she continues to sink–one possible, permanent end, if that’s really what she wanted.

She could simply let it happen.

M’gann tenses to brace herself, curling her fists. Every part of this hurts. Every part of this, she hates–and every part of this hates her back. But no part of it would be worse than that.

She’ll do anything in her power not to let herself get close again.

The next blast doesn’t miss her. She lets herself cry out from it, rakes her voice pitifully along the coals of her throat as the pain burns her down to her bones. It’s a declaration to herself that she’s fully alive to feel it.  Her form proves stronger than the stone–it doesn’t break, and the pain passes through it quickly–too quickly, and her form turns terrifyingly numb to everything but the feeling of falling again.

But a piece of ground rushes up to meet her in a momentarily satisfying crash. Her form lies in rubble, but in one piece itself, no matter how twisted and sore her limbs tell her she is.  Nothing is over, not for her or her punisher; M’gann pushes herself back up onto her hands and finds herself unbroken, unbreakable to every extent that every part of her needs or hates it to be true–

But turning as pale as the color of the stone.

And as the color drains from her hands, so does the strength. M’gann’s form drifts back up on its own as if from a slow-motion ricochet, falling in reverse into position, into the inevitable.

Tula isn’t waiting for her because Tula is gone now. The figure that was Tula’s has shed its guise of humanlike skin to steal M'gann's green instead, and her clothes have shifted from yellow and light blue into a full suit of black and red. A dark blue cloak fans out around her like hair in water, though red hair still hangs short around her head, just in different waves and a different hue–and what was water slowly thins as the atmosphere dries and rusts itself into the very same red as her hair. Jagged white stone settles and smoothes itself into winding red cliffs. Atlantis–any piece of it–is gone.

M’gann’s hands drop down far past her hips as claws. It stings just as much to see herself floating above in that form as it does to feel herself weighted down into this one, but at least when this part comes, some guilt tapers off. There’s nothing now that her mind has stolen from Tula, or from Kaldur.

This is all hers.

M’gann’s punisher glares down at her from a Martian sky as if she’s an alien invader of her own mind. Power flares to life in her eyes in a sharp bright green even against the green of her face. She roars with a sound that’s barely human despite her shape, and behind red lips, her teeth still flash white.

A beam of raw psychic energy hurls M’gann down into slick, dry sand and sends her skidding into the shadow of a dark red cliffside. She groans in her human voice as her head rolls to the side, feeling the disconnect between the sound and her throat. The next attack strips her voice away completely–the force drives her through several layers of Martian rock, and all she has is the thought of wanting to scream, but her jaw cracks open to release nothing but breath. Breaking through the surface of Mars, her form falls freely in the open air for eternity in a moment, stone-like as every piece of rubble caving in with her.

But somewhere deeper down inside herself than where she already is, or so beyond herself that it escapes her own mind’s influence, she feels herself at least being able to squirm. The goal is to thrash, but the part of herself that can move at all won’t meet her more than halfway. The feeling’s left to be a fantasy within a world already imaginary, but a fantasy that refuses to dull her other feelings and drop her somewhere safer, like some fuzzy-lit room on Earth full of laughter–

–Her mind throws her down once again to the ground. Her limbs curl up towards her core before losing the strength to hold even that tension. Get up! M’gann shouts to herself without any voice to make it real.  Her form grants her no motion beyond the closing of her eyes and the clenching of her teeth. Get up, she tries again. Get up, run, hide, do something, stop this, please, please, wake up!

M’gann opens her eyes again, at least on this plane. She’s dreaming. Of course. She’d almost forgotten she was dreaming, or at least what dreaming even meant. It doesn’t have to be a fight. She can let the images pass through her mind and wake up tomorrow on the other side of them as long as she accepts that they’re not real. The only power that they have is hers.

It’s the wrong thought to have as her punisher swoops down through the hole in the crust above, still wearing her face. The body M’gann is in still won’t move. To anyone else, the sight of an opponent sprawled out in the dust and stripped bare of all defenses would be a sign to stop, but M’gann knows herself far, far too well to expect that.

The next psychic beam rips a long thin gash into the exterior of a hollow cavern, and M’gann crosses her thin white arms in front of herself to block the oncoming rubble. The ground lets her pass right through itself before the impacts crumble it away, and this time she can propel herself down rather than freefall. The rubble falling with her simply passes through the taut but wide cavity of her chest whenever close enough–she’s not a part of it now. She’s felt it enough. She’s truly, truly, felt it enough. She lands gracelessly in a small crater but with wrists and knees now strong enough to support her, no matter how weak and tired they feel.

Bio-orbs embedded in the rock turn the blood-red world a soft yet bright blue-green. The small cavern she’s landed in is cold and empty beyond the freshly-fallen debris, but it’s a respite all the same from the battle and the pain. M’gann rises to her feet, and the motion comes effortlessly; her form could almost float without her even needing to will it. The thick air and heavy wash of color that pervades the space soothes, makes her feel almost underwater.

And then, more than almost. M’gann loses the ground beneath her feet and swipes at emptiness with clawed toes to try to anchor herself back into her small haven. She’s still under a planet’s surface, no doubt, but that planet isn’t Mars again–safe walls crumble around her and give way to another dead and broken Atlantis. M’gann’s punisher hovers above with eyes still beaming and a green form still cloaked in darkness–it’s at least the right form for her. Tula never ravaged a world, only died to save one, and Tula’s memory, even with every shred of grief and longing embedded in it, still held enough inherent good not to tear Kaldur apart–that had only been his cover, and only part of it.

It took an invader to cause this much destruction, and M’gann looks up at herself and seethes.

A sharp light floods her vision, then M’gann's a'ashenn body goes skipping across platforms of earth like a stone across water. The part of her that’s beyond herself gives her all these inklings of gasps and grunts and groans–she doesn’t know why. She knows that she’s hurt, but nothing feels wrong.  Momentum finally releases her, and she slides backward into place below a towering gray-blue wall, jagged at its edges from being broken off from something greater. Maybe it was something sacred, she muses numbly for a moment as she lies in its shadow. Maybe it was something magic. Or mundane. It doesn’t matter. It was something that deserved to be made whole again, and to be left whole to begin with.

An energy beam rips another gash into the stone above her. M’gann’s arms won’t cross to shield her–it wouldn’t matter if they did. She knows either way that the rubble will just crush her without killing her. After all, it’s not real. It’s not substantial enough to make any real difference. M’gann can see right through the rubble even as it falls into place on top of her. Her punisher zips over to see the attack’s result only to look down with disgust when M’gann is still alive to look back at her. M’gann shares in the frustration. They could do this all night. They could do this every day and night until the end of time, and nothing would change.

She can’t keep doing this. She thinks it every time, but every new time proves her wrong. She’s tired of being wrong. She just wants things to be right.

M’gann rises to her knees. Dust and debris slide out from the cradles of the membranes between her arms. Hot seafoam froths to life under a broken marble pillar nearby, spilling out around the pillar’s edges and lifting the pillar off the ground.

No, says some part of her, but not the part that has control now. M’gann’s punisher extends a hand and takes telekinetic command of the pillar. Obligingly, M’gann’s head and shoulders start to slump.

No! No, no, no–

It worked when Artemis said it. It made things–made her–stop this, snap out of it–at least as long as she had to. But M’gann’s form on this plane has something else to say instead, even without a mouth shaped to speak the words.

[Do it.]

No!

M’gann’s punisher raises the pillar high over her own head, arms braced and body coiling itself back like a spring. It’s the last look M’gann takes of her. There’s nothing more to see.

No!

She just wants to sleep.

[Finish it.]

M'gann closes her eyes, letting the gesture mean something this time, willing her sight into black. It’s the same smothering, empty darkness she can imagine will be there when it’s over, when it's all that will be left. Oblivion. It'd solve everything.

[It’s what I deserve.]

But she doesn’t want to die.

“No!” leaves her lips in a way that feels real and leaves her gasping at the faint but blank sky above her. The darkness returns quickly as her eyes roll back shut, but it's shallow this time, a thin veil draping over her face and letting some light still peek through to her.

Her body might be floating. It’s hard for her to tell. All the same, it feels too heavy for her to move. Her head bumps into something soft then simply drops back into air. Neither motion does anything to interrupt the throbbing behind her eyes, and this is what she wanted, she thinks–concrete proof that she's alive. From the depths of her mind, she’s shot herself back up to the top, and through it, into reality. The sound of her victory rings sharply through her head, and each peal is another declaration: she's alive, she's alive, and she's awake.

And now that she's awake, it's the last thing in the world that her body wants her to be. The pounding in her head and in her chest demands relief. She squeezes her eyes shut tight, pressing back against the pressure, and sighs a promise to her heart that she won't move again for hours if it would only let her sleep.

But there's more agitation at her chest than just her heart, and more to the ringing in her head than just the recoil.

Her name. Fingers digging into her arm. Conner's voice.

M'gann groans. If she opens her eyes, she knows her head will split in two.

If it hasn’t already.

"M'gann, wake up!"

"Mm-mm," M'gann responds defiantly, shaking her head side to side as something else shakes her chest up and down, but mostly just in place. Conner's arm is at her back, she realizes. He has her. It's nice. She rolls her head against his shoulder.

She drifts only for a second before feeling her back hit the carpeted floor. "Mm?" she hums, confused, and rolls her head to her own shoulder. Conner was just there–if she's dreaming still, then this part has never happened. And if she's still in her mind, then she's not sure how she’s ever going to wake up.

That thought has no time to panic her when thick fingertips are suddenly pushing and pulling at her eye, letting sharp air in to tell her in no uncertain terms that there's nothing left between her and the waking world. M’gann squeezes both her eyes as tightly shut as they'll go and shakes off the touch, raising her arm slightly at the elbow to swat at the intruder, but letting her hand bounce back against the floor without actually making contact. There’s no need when the strange hand has already left her alone–or, not a strange hand, really, just a strange thing for him to do with it–

“–M’gann. C’mon,” Conner says as his thumb runs up the center of her brow. She gasps at the warmth of his palm against her temple–for a moment, it melts away everything, but the hurt is much deeper than skin or muscle, deeper than even bone. Keeping her eyes closed, she rolls her head against his hand and wills for his touch to keep her numb, but pain trickles back into the forefront of her mind and pools behind her eyes.

“M'gann."

His hand doesn't leave her, but he's angry, she can tell.

"Wake up.”

His voice shakes. He rolls her head back into facing him, swiping a wet thumb across her cheek. M’gann tries to open her eyes, but they’re insistent. Sleep. Nothing else. There’s no recovery without rest.

“I’m sorry,” she at least manages to say. Her lips feel as heavy as her eyes, but she can tell that she still has to say it.

“What’s wrong with you?” Conner says–M’gann thinks. Her head–ears included–suddenly feels full of cotton balls. She’s not quite sure what the question even means, but he sounds upset.

“It’s okay,” M’gann assures him, a shallow recess of sleep opening up deeper beneath her. “I woke up.”

A warm, empty darkness waits for her inside her head. Too tired to do anything else, M’gann simply lets herself sink into it–imagines smiling, though whether the thought reaches her lips or dies off below the surface is beyond her. But here, she can tell that this time, she’s safe.

///

A flash of headlights raises Conner’s eyelids. He finds his head leaned forward at an angle he didn’t choose for it; he straightens up his neck. Speckled shadows flitter across the white sheet over his and M’gann’s legs as raindrops keep streaking down the outside of the windowpane, but the fog of M’gann’s breath on their side of the glass keeps her freckles as the only patterns on her face. Her mouth hangs open wordlessly, a slack lower lip and the scrunch of her cheek pulling her upper lip up at a slant.

One solid snore flares and crackles at the top of her throat, breath whirring in her nose and then puffing out past her teeth. Conner holds his laughter for the next one, and when the next one comes, he lets out his own–however subtler–snort. Underneath the cover, he taps his foot against M’gann’s hip.

“Hey,” he breathes out softly.

As he expects, her face stays still and serene as it hovers in the light, draped on either side by hair that pools around her shoulders, slips down and rides the rise and fall of her chest. It’s all just bio-mass that she shapes to her liking, Conner knows, but at this distance, he could mistake her for sixteen again. Just as easily as he could himself.

The comforter in his hands doesn’t quite do its job–he squeezes his fists around white puffs with too much give and sighs determinedly. Outside, an engine revs as wet wheels seethe softly against the asphalt, and another pair of headlights passes by the window, pulling Conner’s eyes in its direction. He’s too used to space, he thinks, frowning; the inky blackness outside the Watchtower’s windows never budges and never looks back in at him. But the golden lot stretching out to the road and to the docks is empty now, too, again, save for the overlapping blurs and rings of light crowding the sky.

We fight for this, you know, the memory of M’gann’s voice echoes back into his head. This is it. This is life and love and… and everything, really, down here. It’s still ours either way.

I like your answer, he’d told her. Still do, he thinks to her now, looking back her way.

Old habit. She’s asleep. And even if she were awake, her mind wouldn’t be open for it, for him, Conner figures. That’s where they are now. Her legs laid over his are barely a warmth or a weight, but she’s there, and his hands stay full of comforter. Her breath is quiet again, and his ears go anywhere else: the waves sliding over the shoreline, the residual rumble in the clouds from the storm already passed, more engines, more wheels, other guests in other rooms–conversations, sleep, adrenaline–hearts. M’gann’s heartbeat hangs immovably at the edges of all of it.

People’s minds need to be their own, right? she’d asked him.

Conner scoffs at himself and pries his eyes away from her face again. It’s not a kind of problem that he’s used to. The old them slept chest-to-chest, legs wrapped in legs, hands in hands and shirts and hair and anywhere. Permission to let all of her, every sound and sight and touch, wash over him when she was there would have been like permission to breathe.

This is the new them, or at least, the newest. He’d stopped listening to her heart before.

He'd wanted her out of his head, after all.

And what La’gaan’s touch did in her chest, he didn’t want to know–didn’t want to want to know. Her cooing, fawning voice lilting through the air did enough inside his own chest.

You were right about calling him my ‘rebound guy,’ she admitted. I could have spared La’gaan a lot of trouble if I had just listened to you.

It’s nothing he didn’t know–or nothing he hadn’t hoped–but it’s still a strange thing to have dropped in his lap now, to hold now in his hands. He’s proud of her for owning up to it–less proud of himself for how good it still feels to be right. The tide pulls back from the sand in the distance, and he remembers the impact from his side of the punching bag sliding him back on his heels as sand spilled out onto the floor over the sound of a hiccup, not a roar. The split knuckles left behind after inflated arms deflated showed Conner exactly how thick La’gaan’s skin really was, just like La’gaan’s half-hearted growl when Conner had brought out the bandages:

“I don’t need this from you.”

“Take it anyway.”

La’gaan had snatched the gauze out of Conner’s hand, wrapped his wounds himself–slowly, drawing back his pointed teeth and slumping his shoulders in a sigh.

“Thanks… chum.”

Still don’t know what you’d see in a guy like that, Conner jokes alone in his head, rolling his eyes back to M’gann. Without her laughter to follow it, though, the joke falls flat.

Conner loses himself in her breath for a moment, just the sight of it. Motion self-perpetuating and self-contained. In arm’s reach but intangible. She could be static on a screen, and his eyes grow heavy as he stares, but something holds him up and out of sleep, keeps him staring at her, waiting.

She’s asleep. It’s over for the night. Whatever it’s been, whatever they’ve been tonight, is over. For now or forever, he can’t decide, can’t tell. He’d blamed the alcohol a little for the fun of it, but also to get the truth out of her–any truth, all the truth, whatever she would give him–

If anything, you bring out the… the truth in me, even when I don’t think that I can face it. If that’s the worst of me, then… I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorr–

Stop, Conner thinks at her in his memory, in his head, as his cheeks flare hot at her faraway face. Her hands lie limp and crossed at the wrists in her lap, and it takes every ounce of conscious thought for him to convince himself not to reach for her. Stop saying things like that.

He rips his stare away from her hands, but his eyes refuse to linger in the darkness of the room for long. They find their way back to her face, cool and soft in the window light, but his own face feels hot and brittle, eyes burning, teeth clenched–

I thought you were stronger than this.

He growls at the thought. It’s not what he means, not what he thinks–but explaining that to himself would be easier if he had said it out loud. Her strength–with everything that’s weighing on her, everything she’s still carrying–but even he knows when that strength isn’t a virtue. He thought she put it down. He thought he’d helped her when he finally said it–

–Cheeks still stinging, Conner breathes out, loosens his bite. He closes his eyes. An afterimage of M’gann lingers in his vision, however vague, and he breathes in, out again in time with how its pieces drift apart and fade. It’s easier when she’s already linked, but, concentrating, he fumbles through the dark inside his own skull until he can feel a place to push. Calling back the picture of her in his head, he wills the thought forward.

[I forgive you.]

He opens his eyes.

A single streak runs down the outside of the window, a fresh cut of light through the center of the glass. The rest of the world is as good as still. M’gann keeps breathing, in and out.

At least with her asleep, it makes sense that what he says doesn’t matter.

Conner closes his eyes again tightly, forcing the dark to flood in faster this time. His turn to lean a cheek against glass. It registers briefly as some kind of cold, then it’s nothing.

Two days.

A shiver hits him from the inside, runs through his bones.

M’gann reminds him that she’s there with a tap of her voice against his eardrum, a small hmnh in her sleep. Conner slides his hand forward until he finds the jut of her toes, and he squeezes, feeling more fluff than foot. All the same, he leaves his hand where it lies. The ocean fades out into drips off of streetlamps, thunder and engines into her breath and his, and then just his own.

The glass gives him distance.  Just enough to hold him in and the rest of the world out.

Away.

Gone.

The white light coming down is his whole world now, just like at the start. The slab against his back keeps him upright. There’s no will in his limbs; the strength in his muscles is static, feels like nothing, means nothing. The urge to twitch a finger doesn’t make it down to his hand.

No.

He makes a fist in his head, then another, then again, then again. His hands stay flat against the slab.

No! he shouts behind closed eyes, closed mouth. Around him is all breakable–the walls, the glass–more grasps at fists.  He thinks it through. It doesn’t matter that he’s alone. All he has to do is move. Just an inch. Just a push. Just like a heart, keep beating, keep pushing, keep being alive until he’s through–

A needle-thin prickling in his ears opens his eyes–the chime of a crack. A jagged white line ruptures through the case of light around him, draws in the empty dark outside it. He grits his teeth, holds his breath an extra second just to push it out stronger the next. The pressure outside presses back–the glass trembles. The crack grows new offshoots, white veins across his vision. His own veins throb in his wrists.  His hands tremble like the glass–just a curl of his fingers, just one twitch into a fist, and he could do it. He can do it. It’ll pass. He’ll get through. He can do it–he can–he–

–A fist-sized hole in the glass breaks into view and knocks the breath out of him, lifts him limply off the slab and throws him to the top of the pod. Before his body can bust through it, it shatters on its own. The light splinters into shards around him; the dark becomes a dimly-lit haze and carries the broken glass away in a wave.

But the wave that launched his body up doesn’t send him back down. His hands hover at level with his shoulders now, and as he brings fingertips to palms, his fingers cut through little resistance. Something solid enough to feel, but not enough to grip. Over his head, he finds no sun; under his feet, no ground. The world floats around him in pieces: slabs of earth and marble, displaced tiles littered across the sky, whole pillars ripped from foundations. He's just one more thing suspended in freefall. His feet don’t need a ground–his body doesn’t need the sun. What destruction there was has already been wrought. What’s left in the brokenness is silence. Stillness.

He could float here forever.

Forever only lasts seconds–a flash rips through his eyes, and a scream burns through his head. Forever returns too fast–the silence and stillness become a gaping numbness, his body a dead weight again. He shakes his head, finds his breath, brings his fists down to his sides and blinks, thinks.

He’s not alone. A figure, bright and flowing, descends from the sunless, horizonless sky. Yellow and pale blue. Sharp cuts of dark red hair. Her own fists clenched at her sides, swirling light streaking off of them. Snarling teeth and icy eyes all but glowing.

“Tula?”

Tula’s name leaves his mouth, and the weight of the ocean fills his chest. His throat strains for power it doesn’t have–breath or a scream–and he throws his hands up, out, grasps for a line, for a rebreather, for hold of anything. Tula shimmers in his watering eyes. The sash at her waist writhes snakelike at her side then disappears behind her in a dark blue shadow. Her suit darkens at her chest and stretches out over her limbs. Conner blinks, and Tula’s face goes sickly yellow, then vibrant green, darker freckles spraying out across her cheeks and to the feather edges of short copper hair.

Conner reaches for her.

M’gann!

The thought itself sets light to the haze and crumbles the ocean into dust. A horizon stretches into view, brings floating white stone tumbling to the ground and rolls it into red cliffs. The sun hangs distant, a blue dot at the bottom of a yellow-gray sky. Conner hangs above it, holding his throat as air flows back in.

The world behind him goes bright green. He looks back to M’gann–he doesn’t find her. In her place, a screeching, sizzling beam of energy rushes at him, swallows him whole.

–And spits him back out. Conner lowers and uncrosses his arms without so much as a singe on his shirt or a tingle in his skin. M’gann is a momentary blip in his vision, a smaller flash of green–a crash below quickly steals his attention. Sand hisses and billows up like smoke at the bottom of a nearby cliff. The trail carved through the dirt leads Conner’s eyes to the body before the cloud can start to thin, and at first, all he can see is white.

And at this distance, the pointed white head rolling to the side could be any White Martian’s, but the weak groan that flickers in Conner’s ears is hers.

Conner dives. The world becomes a hot blur in his eyes–he squints to focus in. M’gann’s upturned claws tremble, then fall limp. Conner lands without dust, without craters–as he runs down the length of her skid through the sand, his feet barely touch ground. He crouches beside her. Her eyes stay wrenched shut. [It’s me,] he thinks to her, reaching for the white crest of her forehead.

His hand freezes as the sound of his own thought rings right back through his head, reverberates in pieces off every wall and surface around him–both above him and below him, a peal becomes a pulse.

Above him, M’gann descends, green fists at her sides, blue cape whipping up behind her head as hair flicks around her face like flame. Her eyes are blank with light–they narrow, and energy sears past their edges, charges into form between them as a cell of light. She raises her fists and roars.

“No!” Conner throws himself over M’gann’s bare white form. For a moment, he can see her teeth part for breath in his shadow. The next moment, her mouth is open wide in a soundless scream, and the ground below him is in pieces falling with her. Gravity leaves his body dangling over the chasm, the dark haze blooming wide as each layer of rock crumbles into the next. The white spec of M’gann's form vanishes into the dust.

Then a hot streak of green and a violent snap of cloak folds ripples past his head.

Conner growls, kicks off against air, and throws himself in after her.

[M’gann!]

No response; more echoes. The pulse of her presence thrums in every shard of rubble. But in the rust-red haze, a flicker of blue flags the red X on her back. Conner steers himself closer to her in his descent, thrusting an elbow, twisting his waist. His arms and hers align in his sight–his hands open for her–

[M'gann, stop!]

–His fingers curl around air. He tries again–empty fists. She’s solid in his vision. He tries again–his arms phase right through her and close over his own chest.

[M’gann, what are you–]

A ripple of her cloak hits his eyes but not his face, and M’gann slips farther ahead of him. Conner reaches out again–his hands don’t follow the thought. They snap back to his sides. Momentum leaves his limbs; in his eyes, he’s still falling, but his back feels a wall.

No, he thinks.

Light filters in around him–

No!

[Get up!]

As a distant shout as soft as a breath, M’gann’s voice grazes the surface of his mind. The light hits the dust–his vision blurs and frays into a white rippling haze. Static. Empty.

[No!] he shouts back to her, reaching, reaching–nothing, nothing. Each thought dies in his head. Each thought pulls his body further back into stillness–he holds his eyes shut to keep falling, to force the picture back. The ground never comes.

[Get up. Get up, run, hide]–M’gann’s voice only grows more frantic as it fades–[do something, stop this]–pounding thunder drowns her out, fast and rhythmic like a drum–[please, please…]

Conner slams his hand into the glass.

No air comes rushing in. His knuckles tell him cold, hard, wet, but no shards litter down as his hand slips along the surface. Something light and papery shuffles at his knees–the hand in his lap tightens around itself. A metallic glint–the door handle–the white block of the bed–his own shadow, smeared across its side–

–Carpet fibers prickle against his chin and cheek, matching the pins and needles already in his limbs. The thud of the floor against his skull catches up to him–no pain, but an impact. His feet finish sliding out from the window seat and drop to the floor. Holding his eyes open, he watches the static slowly fizzle all the way out of his vision.

When it clears, M’gann is at his side, body white and crumpled.

Conner claws at the carpet until his hands have their strength again. He blinks, and the white becomes only the comforter over her head. Conner shoves himself up onto his knees and wrests the sheet off of her, feeling it press tangibly into his grip. A half-awake thought over the thunder in his head says rip it–he shakes it out of his hand instead, tossing it aside.

M’gann looks out past him with eyes half-open, white light peering through. Her face is green–gray in the window light, but Conner knows it in any light–and her hair curls short around her jaw, framing bared, clenched teeth. The pounding of her heart drowns out his own in his head–his adrenaline, her panic.

“M’gann.”

She’s solid–so is he. The fabric of her shirt creases under his fingertips–small victory, he lets himself think. He rolls her onto her back, her arm dragging limply over her stomach. Her eyes stay half-open; she doesn’t blink.  He shakes her by the shoulder. Nothing. “M’gann,” he tries again, both shoulders now. Face unchanged, her head rolls to the side. [M’gann!] he tries projecting with his mind–

She was there. Traces of her. Hot trails of her touch leading off over the edges. Conner blinks at a floating afterimage, rust-red flickering to green–

–M’gann twitches under his hands and lets out a sharp, breathy whine. Her eyes open wider, shining more light. Conner shakes off the why, the how, even the what–for now. He needs her awake–she needs to wake up. [M’gann, can you hear me,] Conner pushes out to her, concentrating, feeling for connection. The thought drifts out and dissipates. “M’gann.” Out loud again. He shakes her shoulder, lifts her arm, squeezes her wrist. [M’gann!] Another hanging thought.  He clutches at her temple, rooting fingers in her short hair.

M’gann’s breath hitches. Conner’s hand goes slack. He waits for a response. Her eyelids flutter, and her chest jumps; she grunts as if from effort, or an impact. Her hands curl and uncurl. She rolls her cheek into his hand then out again, only vocalizing a hard gasp for breath once she’s staring back out at nothing.

Conner’s hand tenses around M’gann’s head again. Like a switch, the light from her eyes goes out as her eyes fall shut.

Conner jumps to his feet, teetering back but catching himself. That wasn’t him, he thinks determinedly, feeling fresh sweat between clenched cold fingers. It wasn’t him. The thought shifts from self-assurance into its own frustration. What he's doing isn’t working. His eyes scan the room for a solution, but there’s the bed, his boots, and the door. Some reflex says he has to get her out of here–it’s wrong, he knows that, but not why. How. What. Her touch was in his mind–that’s all he senses now, and all he sensed then–now that he’s awake, he knows it. He knows her mind. She pulled him in.

Psimon–Conner sweeps the motel for heartbeats and heat signatures, throws pulsating colors up into his vision–he wouldn’t know Psimon by either scan, wouldn’t even know what’s changed since before he fell asleep–he didn’t count then, but now, everything’s quieter. That’s all he can tell. Their guard’s been down all night–

–Civilians. Conner eyes the door again, a blur of murky blue-gray. He remembers to blink, and his sight returns to normal. Even if it’s her–especially if it’s her–he needs to get her out of here. And if it’s her, then she–

–She's not in control.

M’gann lies still and quiet again at his feet. Her heart beats softer. Slower.

Conner drops back to his knees.

“M’gann.” He strokes her forehead and jostles her shoulder. Still no response–from any part of her. His hand leaves her shoulder, but the tremor stays in his wrist. He can still hear her heart, but the sound isn’t enough. He waits to see her breathe.

Artemis in the sand–fake blood and a pill, Conner reminds himself.

But Wally in the white haze–a flash of light and then one fewer pulse, one fewer flicker of yellow and red.

M’gann’s chest rises. Conner puts his hand to his own head in relief and remembers to breathe, too.

Then M’gann breathes out a groan, tightening her brow. Her breath hitches and stutters, drawing her shoulders up to her ears. Her chest rises again.

The rest of her follows. A wave pushes at Conner’s knees, kicks up tendrils of M’gann’s hair, and tosses the comforter off the floor and towards the door. Space opens up between the floor and M’gann’s back, and she whimpers, grunts as her heels kick at air. Fighting the tug of telekinetic resistance, Conner pulls her to his chest. A pant already sets her own chest throbbing against it as her pulse quickens again. She gasps and throws her head back–her eyes open up wide and white again. Conner holds her head to his shoulder with his chin. Her body quivers like a plucked string; her voice catches in her throat, comes out in half-choked cries.

Then just as quickly as it rose, her body goes slack in his arms. Conner’s mouth forms around her name again, but nothing comes out. His eyes fall to the streaked glass of the window. Her body is too heavy and too light all at once. It’s still ours, he thinks idly in her words, waiting for a drop to fall, waiting for thunder. Her heart beats slower again, a missed half-second. A missed half-second. Another sets the pattern. She’s breathing, but there’s nothing–

There’s nothing he can–

–No. Conner’s hand tightens around M’gann’s bicep until his fingertips burn with a pulse–two pulses, hers and his own. He lets go and raises his head. M'gann's head beneath it drops back, white light flickering through her fluttering lashes. Conner raises a knee to prop up her back, and with his freed hand, he pushes her head into his, brow to brow.

If he can’t get her out, he needs to get back in.

Conner closes his eyes. [M’gann.] 

“Ngh,” M’gann grunts out. Her breath hisses back in through clenched teeth.

[M'gann, listen to me.]

"Nnnn–" Her head beats in place against his like a heart, and she hiccups, gasps–sobs. Hot tears trickle into his hand at her cheek. Conner pulls his face back from hers. “Nnh–nuh-uh-agh–” she moans, then bites at air and seethes. More tears shine at the edges of her eyes, sending white streaks down the side of her face.

Conner shuts his eyes tight and brings her forehead back to his. [I know–] The knot forming in his throat makes even his mental voice snag. [I know I can get to you. Let me help you. Let me in.]

The world stays black behind his eyes. M’gann’s whole body trembles in his hands. The darkness in his head pulsates with her heart–her mouth still fights against the sound for a word. “Nuh–”

[–M’gann, please.]  He drops his knee and rocks her forward, ignoring the quiver of his legs against the floor. [Please. I–]

“Nnn–unhhhh…”

A long hot breath runs over the skin of Conner’s throat, leaving a chill in its wake. Another doesn’t follow. M’gann’s brow falls flat under the curve of his forehead. His head throbs–his own heart. It’s all he can hear. His own breath leaves him. He opens his eyes. Hers hang open in slivers, lashes unmoving and light dimming.

“M’gann–”

“–No!”

M’gann shouts it to the ceiling, body rising out of his hands, light flashing out of wide open eyes. Her eyes roll back shut, and her body drops back down. Her head bumps Conner’s shoulder; it falls back over the edge of his arm, and long hair cascades down over his sleeve and skin. The green leaves her face as she gulps down air, heart pounding in time with hard, determined breath after hard, determined breath.

For a moment, it’s all there is to do. Hear her heart. Watch her breathe. Hold her. She’s alive. That’s all. She’s alive.

He knew that.

He knows that.

And now that he knows that, he needs her to be awake.

A determined breath becomes a determined sigh. M’gann’s body half-relaxes in his arms–he can feel the tension linger in her knees and shoulders, see her hold it in a crease between tightly-shut eyes.

“M’gann…” Any other name, any other word by now would have already lost its meaning. “M’gann, wake up.”

M’gann holds her body still and her eyes closed.

“M’gann.”

Nothing. Just her heart. Not sleep, but not panic. He shakes her. She groans and resists the movement, fights to keep her head in place.

“M’gann, wake up!” he shouts, rattling her again. Her arm pulsates in his grip.

“Mm-mm.” M’gann shakes her head once then drops it against his shoulder, sinks her whole body into his arms. In his hand, her arm feels thin and full of feathers–soft, yielding, too yielding, no comfort–too much give–

–Conner throws her to the floor. She barely makes a sound. Her head rolls to the side. She breathes–Conner sees it. Hears it. Everything. His skin prickles. His hands hover over her as cold and stiff as ice, ignoring commands. Move. Move. Draw back. Check her arm. Move the sleeve–rip the sleeve. He has to know. A bruise, and he won’t touch her again. A bruise, and he won’t touch anyone ever again.

A finger twitch breaks through. His hands still shake–he steadies them with fists, squeezing until he can feel the pressure under his skin release, until he can open them back up and trust them.

Rip the sleeve–Conner smacks himself on the forehead and pulls at his own hair. He knows. He knows how too much feels. There’s no bruise. He has to know that. He has to know that by now. No spike of her heartbeat–he would have heard her feel it.

Unless–

–Holding his breath, Conner reaches down to M’gann’s face and nudges one eye open between his forefinger and thumb. Her pupil shrinks–he thinks–she squeezes both eyes shut and shakes her head at him, and his fingertips don’t stay a second longer on her eyelids. He releases the breath he was holding. M’gann’s hand rises halfway off the floor and then drops back to the carpet–searching for him, maybe, but not finding him, and giving up. Conner lays his palm flat against her cheek, tear streaks on her skin now cold but not yet dry. “M’gann,” he tries again, softly. “C’mon.” He runs his thumb carefully along the hard crease in her brow. M’gann gasps, lashes fluttering–her eyes don’t open, but she feels him, he can tell. She presses back against his palm, digs into it–sweat-stuck bangs loosen from her forehead as she feels for the curve in his hand to fit her quivering brow into. A fresh beat of pain–quickening, shallowing–starts in her heart and her breath. She grits her teeth and pushes harder into his hand.

Whatever his touch needs to do, it can’t.

“M'gann." Conner says, stifling a growl. "Wake up.”

M’gann’s eyes keep fluttering. Every second, they keep not opening. Conner stares as if his stare could do anything more than his touch. He pushes M’gann’s head back to face the ceiling and wipes the tears left on her face before any more can form. [Wake up,] he thinks into an empty space in his own head. [Wake up. Wake up.]

“I’m sorry.”

Conner barely sees her lips move, but two tiny thumps of her voice hit his ears–not his mind.

A fire starts in Conner’s head, stinging in his eyes. Not sorry. Answers. What did this. What is this? Why aren’t you waking up?

“What’s wrong with you?” Conner manages to blurt out, lip curling into a snarl.

“It’s okay.” M’gann gives her head the slightest nudge back towards him, then stops. She smiles. “I woke up.”

She breathes out.

Conner watches her breathe back in, then out again. In, then out. In, then out. Sleep sinks back into her heartbeat almost instantly.

M’gann! starts on his lips. His voice doesn’t rise far enough up his throat to make it out of his mouth. He bites the insides of his lips instead. His hand touches down onto her shoulder, then slips off into the hair pooled around her on the floor.

Don’t think about how it looks, Conner tells himself, trying not to let his eyes soften on her heavy-fallen lashes or loosely-hanging lip–trying not to see another slip and I've lost her–trying not to see Mars, Atlantis, Tula–

–Don’t think about more than how it looks, Conner then adds, though he does the opposite. He keeps it all, holds it all in, and thinks. Whatever happened psychically has passed; it makes sense that it’d have drained her. His fingers part a gap in her hair laid out in the carpet. It's something–it's nothing. There's nothing left to do. Run her to the Watchtower, run her to–

–Genomorph City.

Conner jumps back to his feet and stumbles past the bed, hitting his hip against the corner of the mattress but not letting it slow him down. He dives for his boots. His balled-up socks pop out and roll onto the floor; Conner snatches them up, too, unpeeling one from itself and rolling it, still damp from the rain, back onto his foot before he can even sit. The other tears as he pulls it on–not a hole, just some oomph of the elastic. His boot still fits over it. He stomps both rubber heels into the floor as he stands. M’gann still lies unconscious in the spotlight of the window, chest rising and falling.

Genomorph City, Conner repeats to himself. How. It’s miles and miles away. They left Sphere at the Watchtower. The zeta tube near Palmer’s lab is the only one left after the Cave, and it’s too small. His bike in the shop still isn’t road-ready. There’s always on foot–in the air and on foot. Enough leaps down the highway, and–and if that didn’t wake her up, that’d tell him something.

I’m sorry, she said.

That told him nothing.

Conner kneels back down at M’gann’s side. Urgency makes room for caution, sits and stirs at the back of his mind as he slips his fingers between the back of M’gann’s neck and the carpet, inching them up to the base of her skull. Her head drops into his hand like an apple from a tree. He nudges her hips up from the floor and hooks his arm around them. She comes up weightless. He lets her slip just until the backs of her knees lock into place around his arm.

If he dropped her on the way there–

Conner shakes his head at himself, stomping a foot. He can’t think like that: what if I fail. He’s a hero–this is a crisis. He always has to try.

This is a crisis. The smile stays on M’gann’s lips. He knows panic, he knows pain, he knows adrenaline, he knows sleep–M’gann’s heartrate says nothing but sleep.

It’s okay, she said, forming that smile. I woke up.

Conner stands in the window light, holding her. The last straggling raindrops roll down the glass. I woke up–she woke up enough to tell him that. It’s okay, his mind plays back. I’m sorry.

If that’s the worst of me, then… I’m so, so, sorr–

Stop, Conner tells her in his head again. Behind his eyes, Atlantis still sloshes, and pieces of Mars still crumble. Tula was alive again, if only for a second. M’gann made him see it, made him think it–

Panic, pain, adrenaline–what hits his system now is close, and he knows it just as well.

Anger.

M’gann knew what this was.

Conner fixes his eyes to the window. He can’t look down at her. He’ll see her smiling in his arms, and he’ll let it go. He needs answers–deserves answers. The anger coils in his head and hands. There’s nowhere else for it to go.

The shoulder of M’gann’s sleeve crackles in his hand, too-slick hair slipping in-between his fingers. His grip gives him two options: drop her or hold on tighter.

Keeping his footsteps as even as her breath, Conner walks her to the bed. The mattress creaks faintly as her body settles into it. Save for her breath and pulse, it’s the only sound. Conner gathers the pillows and comforter from the floor.

Anger–he looks at her. His eyes soften as much as they sting. He doesn’t let it go, but he doesn’t hold on tighter.

He waits.

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Looking for a white marble to add elegance and luxury to your space? Statuary White Marble is the perfect choice! With its bright white background and bold, flowing veins, this marble brings a refined and sophisticated look to any home or commercial setting.

Whether you're planning a new project or upgrading an existing space, Statuary White Marble is an excellent choice for kitchens, bathrooms, floors, and statement walls.

Different Applications of Statuary White Marble

1. Stunning Kitchen Countertops A Statuary White Marble countertop instantly enhances your kitchen. The smooth, polished surface adds brightness, while the unique veining gives it a luxurious feel.

2. Elegant Bathroom Vanities & Walls

Turn your bathroom into a spa-like retreat with Statuary White Marble vanity tops, shower walls, or flooring. This marble reflects light beautifully, making small spaces look bigger and more inviting.

3. Sophisticated Flooring

For a classic and timeless floor, Statuary White Marble tiles are a great option. Whether used in hallways, living rooms, or grand entryways, they create a stunning first impression.

4. Eye-Catching Feature Walls & Fireplaces

A marble accent wall instantly adds character and elegance to any room. For a dramatic effect, use bookmatched slabs, where two pieces of marble mirror each other like a butterfly pattern.

How to Style Statuary White Marble

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Dekton Shower Walls: Waterproof, Seamless & Built to Last Forever

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Tired of the endless battle against mold, mildew, and grimy grout in your Sarasota shower? You're not alone. For many homeowners, the shower is a source of constant cleaning frustration.

But what if you could have a beautiful, modern shower that's not only stunning but also practically maintenance-free? Enter Dekton shower walls.

This blog dives into inspiring designs that showcase how Dekton is transforming bathrooms across Sarasota, offering a seamless, waterproof, and incredibly durable solution.

Get ready to discover expert insights and real project examples that will show you how to finally say goodbye to shower woes and hello to a serene, lasting oasis.

The Mold & Mildew Monster: Finally Beat It with Dekton's Waterproof Power

This fundamental difference is why Dekton is so effective at preventing mold and mildew growth, offering you a cleaner and healthier shower environment.

Sleek & Stylish: The Beauty of Seamless Dekton Shower Walls

Quick Tip: Opt for lighter Dekton colors and pair with a glass shower enclosure to maximize the feeling of space.

Inspiring Dekton Shower Wall Designs: Real Projects & Ideas

Making the Design Choices You'll Love: Colors, Textures, and Styles for Every Taste:

The exciting part! With Dekton, you have a vast palette of design possibilities at your fingertips. Here’s some advice to help you select the perfect Dekton for your bathroom:

Consider Your Existing Décor: Think about the colors and styles of your existing bathroom fixtures, flooring, and accessories. Do you want your shower walls to blend seamlessly or make a bold statement?

Your Questions Answered: Everything You Need to Know About Choosing Dekton

Choosing the right material for your bathroom wall renovation is a big decision. Let's consider some key factors to help you determine if Dekton is the perfect fit for your Sarasota home:

Why Choose Dekton Bathroom Walls in Sarasota?

When it comes to 'Dekton bathroom walls' in Sarasota, you're looking at a game-changer. Fewer seams mean less worry about water damage, it's incredibly easy to keep clean, and offers a range of benefits. In Sarasota, where humidity is a constant, Dekton's strength to mold and mildew is a significant advantage.

Is Dekton Porcelain? Let's Clear That Up.

No, Dekton is not porcelain. Dekton is an ultracompact surface. While both are from mineral surface family, they are made using different processes and materials. In essence, while porcelain slabs and Dekton share some similarities in their composition, Dekton's unique manufacturing process sets it apart.

Can Dekton Be Used for Other Bathroom Surfaces?

YES! Dekton is fantastic for a wide range of bathroom applications. It can be used for countertops, integrated sinks, flooring, and even custom-built niches, creating a cohesive and luxurious bathroom design.

And you know what's just genius? Using those dekton remnants for custom pieces! Like crafting those chic little plant vases. "No dekton remnants left behind"

Finding the Right Dekton Countertops in Sarasota?

Sarasota homeowners, when you're searching for 'where to buy Dekton countertops' or 'who sells Dekton countertops,' don't just settle for the first result. Make sure the company offers a wide selection of Dekton surfaces and expert installation. You want someone who knows how to handle this premium material. If you're looking for that kind of service, we're here to help.

Is Dekton cheaper than tile?

Let's look at the financial aspect with a practical lens, considering both immediate and future costs:  Initial Investment:

Tiles typically present a more budget-friendly starting point.

Dekton slabs represents a higher initial investment, reflective of its sophisticated engineering.

Installation Requirements:

Tile It's generally quite straightforward. You'll find a wide range of installers readily available.

Dekton is a different story. Its large format and inherent density demand a very specific skill set. You'll need experienced professionals who truly understand how to handle this material. This specialized expertise naturally influences the overall labor costs.

Long-Term Performance:

Tiles, yes, they're sturdy enough, but life's little spills and splashes? They seep into those grout lines, and before you know it, you're battling a never-ending war against mold and grime. It's a constant, tiresome scrub, scrub, scrub!

Dekton? It's practically indestructible. And here's the best part: it's non-porous. No pores, no mold, no fuss! 1 It's the kind of effortless elegance we all deserve

Aesthetic Impact and Value

Dekton's large-format design not only delivers a striking, valuable high-end finish, but also represents a long-term investment. We're talking decades, easily 25 years or more. This is a value that needs to be calculated into the total cost.

What Dekton Finishes Are Best for Showers?

When selecting a Dekton finish for your shower, it truly boils down to your personal taste and the practicalities of daily use. However, for that perfect balance of elegance and practicality, matte or textured finishes are simply divine and, most importantly, they provide excellent slip resistance.

What Are the Design Possibilities with Dekton?

Dekton comes in many colors, thicknesses, patterns, and textures, opening up lots of design choices. Whether you like a classic marble look or a modern industrial feel, Dekton slabs can make it happen. In Sarasota, we see Dekton used for both striking and simple bathroom designs.

Why Choose Large Format Dekton Slabs for Your Sarasota Bathroom?

Dekton's large format slabs create a seamless, grout-free look, instantly modernizing any bathroom. If you're working with a smaller space, these slabs can visually expand the room, making it feel larger and more open. For larger bathrooms, they amplify the sense of luxury and sophistication, creating a continuous, uninterrupted surface that elevates the entire design. This clean, minimalist aesthetic is perfect for achieving a high-end look in Sarasota homes, regardless of bathroom size.

Is Dekton hygienic for bathrooms Walls?

Yes, Dekton is exceptionally hygienic for bathroom wall applications. Its ultracompact, non-porous surface means liquids won't soak in, and it stops bacteria, mold, and mildew from growing. This makes it perfect for keeping Sarasota bathrooms clean and healthy. Plus, it's easy to clean and maintain, adding to its hygienic benefits.

Dekton Installers Near Me: What to Look For?

Looking for 'Dekton installers near me' in Sarasota? It's not just about finding someone local; it's about finding someone with the right expertise. Dekton installation requires precision and experience. You want installers who understand the product and can guarantee a flawless finish.

Whether you're ready to start your Dekton shower wall project or simply have more questions, we're here to help! And if you found this blog post inspiring, please share it with friends and family in Sarasota who might be considering a bathroom upgrade!

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Top 3 Show-Stopping Cipollino Marble Varieties from Ultra Stones

Everyone knows what marble stands for: luxurious appeal and timeless elegance. While marble is often sought after for its classic white and grey palette, there’s a bolder and more vibrant side you might be missing. We’re talking about the Cipollino varieties.

Known for their onion-like layered appearance, Cipollino marbles originated in ancient Greece, although some of the most popular varieties are now quarried in Italy. Unlike Statuario or Calacatta marbles, Cipollino boasts a rhythmic flow of thick, bold, and colorful veins.

In ancient Rome, this striking marble was used to construct grand monuments and buildings. Its vivid colors and swirling patterns captivated Roman architects, and from history to today, Cipollino remains a powerful design statement. Without further ado, let’s explore three of the most stunning Cipollino marble varieties.

Cipollino Ondulato

Quarried in Italy, Cipollino Ondulato celebrates the organic patterns and textures shaped by nature. This premium marble features bold bands of brown, sage green, white, and grey hues that swirl in lofty waves across the slab. Its dynamic appearance is reminiscent of impressionist paintings.

Cipollino Ondulato is an excellent choice for creating remarkable accent walls, tabletops, bookmatched features, and more. Its striking veining adds artistic flair to any design aesthetic.

Cipollino Nero

Cipollino Nero is another captivating variety, known for its sophisticated black and white palette. Black, grey, and white veins twist and flow across the slab in a harmonious, balanced rhythm that adds visual movement to any space. Its timeless aesthetic complements both traditional and modern interiors.

Ideal for small to mid-sized areas, Cipollino Nero’s graceful design brings a sense of serenity. In addition to its beauty, it offers exceptional strength and durability, with resistance to heat, scratches, stains, and environmental wear.

Cipollino Verde

Last but not least, Cipollino Verde is a stunning marble, also quarried in Italy. Its artistic patterns rival any piece of fine art. The slab features soft pastel green bands intertwined with white and cream veins, creating a mesmerizing flow.

The intricate patterns of Cipollino Verde make it a perfect fit for both minimalist and maximalist designs. Incorporate this marble into countertops, backsplashes, shower walls, or fireplace surrounds to give your interiors a luxurious and unique makeover.

Marble is more than just a stone—it represents heritage, culture, and timeless elegance. It’s also an ideal material for crafting ornate columns and other decorative features.

At Ultra Stones, we offer over 200 marble colors sourced from around the world. We’re committed to providing versatile, top-of-the-line stone surfaces that help turn your design dreams into reality.

Visit our showrooms in New York and Pennsylvania for a personalized walkthrough of our extensive collection of natural and engineered stones.

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Burberry Beige Marble: The Epitome of Luxury and Sophistication

Burberry Beige Marble is a symbol of luxury, sophistication, and timeless beauty. With its warm beige tones, subtle veining, and polished elegance, this natural stone enhances the aesthetic appeal of any space. Whether used for flooring, countertops, wall cladding, or decorative features, Burberry Beige Marble brings an understated yet opulent charm to modern and classic interiors alike.

With the increasing demand for premium marble varieties, marble companies in India are offering high-quality Burberry Beige Marble for residential and commercial applications. Its versatility, durability, and natural elegance make it an excellent choice for architects and interior designers looking to create refined, luxurious spaces.

What Makes Burberry Beige Marble Special?

1. Elegant Aesthetic Appeal

The warm beige color complements both traditional and contemporary interiors.

Subtle veining patterns create a sophisticated and natural look.

Polished finishes enhance its luxurious feel and reflective surface.

2. Versatile Applications

Ideal for flooring, wall cladding, kitchen countertops, and bathroom vanities.

Used in luxury hotels, high-end residences, corporate offices, and retail spaces.

Available in polished, honed, and textured finishes to suit different design preferences.

3. Exceptional Durability

Resistant to wear, moisture, and temperature changes when properly sealed.

Strong and durable, making it suitable for high-traffic areas.

Withstands long-term use while maintaining its natural beauty.

4. Easy Maintenance

Requires simple cleaning and periodic sealing to retain its elegance.

Resistant to stains and scratches when properly maintained.

Ideal for both residential and commercial spaces.

Top Applications of Burberry Beige Marble

1. Luxurious Flooring

Enhances the grandeur of living rooms, hotel lobbies, and office spaces.

Provides a seamless, elegant look with a polished finish.

Works well with neutral, earthy, and metallic color schemes.

2. Elegant Wall Cladding

Used in statement feature walls, fireplaces, and reception areas.

Adds a touch of sophistication and warmth to the interiors.

Can be book-matched for a symmetrical veining effect.

3. High-End Kitchen Countertops and Backsplashes

Offers a refined and luxurious surface for modern kitchens.

Resistant to heat and moisture, making it perfect for culinary spaces.

Complements wood, glass, and metallic kitchen finishes.

4. Opulent Bathroom Vanities and Shower Walls

Creates a spa-like ambiance with its soft beige tones.

Works well with gold, black, or bronze fixtures for a high-end look.

Adds durability and low-maintenance luxury to bathrooms.

5. Staircases and Hallways

Elevates the aesthetics of grand staircases and corridors.

Provides a rich and timeless charm to entrances and hallways.

Available in matte and polished finishes for different design preferences.

Why Choose Burberry Beige Marble from Indian Suppliers?

1. Wide Availability and Customization

Leading marble manufacturers in Mumbai offer custom-cut slabs to fit specific project requirements.

Available in various thicknesses, finishes, and patterns for personalized interiors.

2. Competitive Pricing

More affordable than some imported marble varieties while offering the same luxurious appeal.

Provides an excellent balance between cost, durability, and aesthetic value.

3. Ethical and Sustainable Sourcing

Many Indian marble suppliers follow eco-friendly quarrying and processing practices.

Sustainable manufacturing ensures minimal environmental impact.

4. High-Quality Finishing and Processing

Processed using advanced cutting and polishing techniques.

Ensures crack-free, smooth, and durable marble slabs.

How to Select the Best Supplier for Burberry Beige Marble?

1. Verify the Quality of Marble

Ensure the supplier provides authentic, premium-quality marble.

Check for consistent veining, smooth texture, and high durability.

2. Explore Customization Options

Look for suppliers offering customized sizes, finishes, and edge profiling.

Check for book-matching availability for feature walls and countertops.

3. Consider Reputation and Experience

Choose reliable marble companies in India with a proven track record.

Check for customer reviews, project portfolios, and industry expertise.

4. Compare Pricing and Transparency

Request detailed pricing with no hidden costs.

Compare quality, thickness, and finish with other suppliers before making a decision.

Conclusion

Burberry Beige Marble is the epitome of elegance and luxury, offering a perfect blend of aesthetic appeal, durability, and versatility. Whether used in high-end residences, hotels, corporate spaces, or retail showrooms, this stunning marble variety transforms interiors into refined, sophisticated spaces.

For those looking for premium Burberry Beige Marble, sourcing from a trusted Indian marble supplier ensures high-quality, beautifully processed marble for any design project. Classic Marble Company is one of the leading marble manufacturers in Mumbai, offering top-grade marble solutions for luxurious interiors.

Choosing Burberry Beige Marble means embracing timeless beauty and lasting sophistication in your space.

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Statuario Marble: Unveiling the Pinnacle of Elegance with A Class Marble

Discover the luxurious allure of Statuario marble by A Class Marble. Learn about its unique characteristics, applications, and why it is the perfect choice for timeless elegance in interior design.

When it comes to luxury and timeless elegance in interior design, few materials can rival the beauty of Statuario marble. This exquisite natural stone, renowned for its striking white background and dramatic veining, has been a favorite choice for architects, designers, and homeowners alike. A Class Marble, a premier supplier of high-quality marbles, offers an exceptional range of Statuario marble that promises to elevate the aesthetics of any space. In this article, we will delve into the unique characteristics, applications, and benefits of Statuario marble, and why A Class Marble stands as the top choice for this luxurious material.

The Unique Characteristics of Statuario Marble

Statuario marble is celebrated for its pure white background and bold, elegant veining that ranges from light gray to dark gray. This Italian marble, sourced from the quarries of Carrara, is known for its superior quality and timeless beauty. Here are some of the unique characteristics that make Statuario marble a sought-after choice:

Exquisite Aesthetics: The striking contrast between the white background and dramatic veining creates a visually stunning effect that adds a touch of luxury to any space.

High Durability: Statuario marble is renowned for its durability and strength, making it suitable for a wide range of applications, including high-traffic areas.

Versatility: This marble can be used in various applications, from flooring and wall cladding to countertops and decorative elements, seamlessly blending with different design styles.

Timeless Appeal: The classic and elegant look of Statuario marble never goes out of style, ensuring that it remains a timeless addition to any interior design.

Applications of Statuario Marble

Statuario marble's versatility and luxurious appearance make it ideal for a variety of applications, both in residential and commercial spaces. Here are some popular uses of Statuario marble:

Flooring: Statuario marble flooring adds a touch of sophistication and grandeur to any room, creating a seamless and elegant look.

Wall Cladding: The dramatic veining of Statuario marble makes it a perfect choice for wall cladding, adding depth and texture to interior spaces.

Countertops: Statuario marble countertops are not only visually appealing but also durable and resistant to heat, making them an ideal choice for kitchens and bathrooms.

Bathrooms: Statuario marble can be used for bathroom vanities, shower walls, and bath surrounds, transforming bathrooms into luxurious spa-like retreats.

Fireplace Surrounds: The bold veining and pristine white background of Statuario marble make it an excellent choice for fireplace surrounds, creating a stunning focal point in any room.

Decorative Elements: Statuario marble can be used for various decorative elements, such as tabletops, sculptures, and accent pieces, adding a touch of elegance to any space.

Benefits of Choosing Statuario Marble from A Class Marble

A Class Marble is a trusted name in the marble industry, known for its commitment to quality and customer satisfaction. Here are some reasons why A Class Marble is the top choice for Statuario marble:

Premium Quality: A Class Marble sources the finest Statuario marble from the renowned quarries of Carrara, ensuring that each slab meets the highest standards of quality and beauty.

Wide Range of Options: A Class Marble offers a diverse range of Statuario marble in various sizes, finishes, and patterns to suit different design preferences.

Expertise and Experience: With years of experience in the marble industry, A Class Marble has the expertise to provide customers with the best products and services.

Customization: A Class Marble offers customization options, allowing customers to choose the perfect size, finish, and design for their specific needs.

Sustainability: A Class Marble is committed to sustainability and environmental responsibility, using eco-friendly practices in the sourcing and processing of its marble products.

Conclusion

Statuario marble is the epitome of luxury and elegance, making it a perfect choice for enhancing the aesthetics of any space. Interior design marble Whether you are looking to create a sophisticated flooring design, a stunning wall cladding, or a luxurious bathroom retreat, Statuario marble from A Class Marble is the ideal solution. With its unique characteristics, timeless appeal, and exceptional durability, Statuario marble is sure to make a lasting impression. Explore the exquisite range of Statuario marble offered by A Class Marble and experience the pinnacle of elegance in interior design.

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Guide to Shower Walls Tiles Elevate Your Bathroom with The Tile Boutique

When it comes to designing or renovating your bathroom, one of the most important decisions you'll make is choosing the right tiles for your shower walls. After all, your shower is the centerpiece of your bathroom, and the tiles you select can make or break the overall look and functionality of the space. At The Tile Boutique, we understand that selecting the perfect tiles can feel overwhelming, which is why we’ve put together this comprehensive guide to help you make the best choice for your shower walls.

Why Are Shower Wall Tiles Important?

Shower wall tiles are more than just a decorative element; they play a crucial role in protecting your walls from moisture, mold, and mildew. They also contribute to the overall aesthetic of your bathroom, creating a spa-like retreat or a bold statement, depending on your style. With so many options available, it’s essential to consider factors like durability, maintenance, and design when choosing your tiles.

Types of Tiles for Shower Walls

1. Ceramic Tiles

Ceramic tiles are a popular choice for shower walls due to their affordability, versatility, and ease of maintenance. They come in a wide range of colors, patterns, and finishes, making it easy to find a style that suits your bathroom. Ceramic tiles are also water-resistant, which is essential for a wet environment like a shower.

Pros:

Budget-friendly

Low maintenance

Wide variety of designs

Cons:

Less durable than natural stone

Can chip or crack over time

2. Porcelain Tiles

Porcelain tiles are a step up from ceramic tiles in terms of durability and water resistance. They are denser and less porous, making them an excellent choice for shower walls. Porcelain tiles can mimic the look of natural stone, wood, or even concrete, giving you endless design possibilities.

Pros:

Highly durable and long-lasting

Water-resistant and low maintenance

Versatile in design

Cons:

Slightly more expensive than ceramic

Heavier and harder to cut

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3. Natural Stone Tiles

For a luxurious and timeless look, natural stone tiles like marble, granite, or travertine are a fantastic option. Each piece is unique, adding character and elegance to your shower walls. However, natural stone requires more maintenance and sealing to prevent staining and water damage.

Pros:

Unique and luxurious appearance

Adds value to your home

Durable when properly maintained

Cons:

Higher cost

Requires regular sealing and maintenance

Porous nature can lead to staining

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4. Glass Tiles

Glass tiles are a modern and stylish option for shower walls. They reflect light, making your bathroom feel brighter and more spacious. Glass tiles are also non-porous, making them resistant to mold and mildew. They come in a variety of colors and finishes, from glossy to frosted.

Pros:

Reflects light, enhancing space

Easy to clean and maintain

Resistant to mold and mildew

Cons:

Can be more expensive

Requires professional installation

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5. Mosaic Tiles

Mosaic tiles are small tiles arranged in sheets, creating intricate patterns and designs. They are perfect for adding a unique touch to your shower walls. Mosaics can be made from ceramic, porcelain, glass, or natural stone, offering endless customization options.

Pros:

Highly customizable

Adds texture and visual interest

Great for accent walls or niches

Cons:

Grout lines require more maintenance

Can be time-consuming to install

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Factors to Consider When Choosing Shower Wall Tiles

1. Durability

Your shower walls are exposed to water, steam, and cleaning products daily, so it’s essential to choose tiles that can withstand these conditions. Porcelain and ceramic tiles are excellent choices for durability, while natural stone requires more care.

2. Slip Resistance

Safety is a key consideration, especially if you have children or elderly family members. Look for tiles with a textured or matte finish to reduce the risk of slipping.

3. Maintenance

Consider how much time and effort you’re willing to put into maintaining your tiles. Porcelain and ceramic tiles are low-maintenance, while natural stone and mosaic tiles require more attention.

4. Style and Aesthetic

Your shower tiles should complement the overall design of your bathroom. Whether you prefer a sleek, modern look or a rustic, natural feel, choose tiles that align with your vision.

5. Budget

Tiles come in a wide range of prices, so it’s important to set a budget before you start shopping. Keep in mind that while some tiles may have a higher upfront cost, their durability and low maintenance can save you money in the long run.

Tips for Installing Shower Wall Tiles

Prepare the Surface: Ensure your shower walls are clean, dry, and properly waterproofed before installing tiles.

Choose the Right Adhesive: Use a waterproof adhesive specifically designed for wet areas.

Plan the Layout: Start by laying out your tiles to ensure a balanced and symmetrical design.

Seal the Grout: After installation, seal the grout to prevent water penetration and staining.

Buy Shower Wall Tiles at The Tile Boutique

Upgrade your bathroom with premium shower wall tiles from The Tile Boutique! Explore a wide range of ceramic, porcelain, glass, and natural stone tiles that combine durability, style, and functionality. Whether you're aiming for a modern, rustic, or luxurious look, we have the perfect tiles to suit your needs. Visit us today for expert advice and top-quality products to create your dream shower space

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Final Thoughts

Choosing the right tiles for your shower walls is a balance of functionality and style. Whether you opt for the affordability of ceramic, the durability of porcelain, or the luxury of natural stone, The Tile Boutique has a wide selection of tiles to suit every taste and budget. Visit us today to explore our collection and get expert advice on creating the bathroom of your dreams.

Your shower is more than just a functional space—it’s a place to relax and unwind. With the right tiles, you can transform it into a stunning focal point that enhances your bathroom’s overall design. Happy tiling!

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7 Exquisite White Italian Marble Trends for Timeless Interiors

White Italian marble has long been a symbol of luxury, elegance, and sophistication. Whether you're designing a modern home, a lavish hotel, or a high-end commercial space, white Italian marble is a timeless choice. At Shree Ram Stones, we offer an exquisite range of white Italian marble, including Italian Statuario Marble, Carrara White Marble, Michelangelo Marble, Volakas Marble, Italian White Marble, Lasa White Marble, and Pure White Marble.

In this blog, we will explore the top seven white Italian marble trends that can transform your interiors and create a stunning ambiance.

1. Bookmatched Marble Walls for a Seamless Look

Bookmatching is a trending design that creates a mirror effect by placing two adjacent marble slabs side by side. This technique enhances the natural veining patterns of Italian Statuario Marble or Michelangelo Marble, creating an artistic masterpiece on walls, floors, or countertops. It’s a perfect choice for luxury hotels, high-end residences, and premium office spaces.

2. Minimalist White Marble Kitchens

The trend of all-white, sleek, and minimalist kitchens is at its peak. Carrara White Marble is a top pick for kitchen countertops, islands, and backsplashes. Its soft gray veining against a pristine white background adds subtle beauty and sophistication. When paired with modern cabinetry, this marble enhances the overall aesthetic and value of the space.

3. White Marble Bathrooms with Spa-like Vibes

For a luxurious and calming bathroom experience, Volakas Marble is an excellent choice. Its smooth surface and delicate veins create a spa-like ambiance. Designers often use white Italian marble for shower walls, vanity tops, and flooring to achieve a serene and opulent look.

4. Statement Marble Flooring for Grandeur

Large-format white marble tiles are in trend for creating seamless and elegant flooring designs. Italian White Marble is a preferred option for flooring in grand entryways, hotel lobbies, and luxury homes. It reflects natural light beautifully, making spaces appear brighter and more spacious.

5. Bold Accent Walls with Italian Marble

Accent walls using Lasa White Marble have become a popular trend in contemporary and classic interiors. Whether it’s a feature wall in the living room, bedroom, or office, the natural beauty of this marble adds a striking and artistic touch to interiors.

6. Pure White Marble for a Timeless Appeal

Pure White Marble is the epitome of elegance and purity. It is often used for statement staircases, designer furniture, and sculptures. Its flawless white background provides a sense of tranquility, making it a preferred choice for modern luxury spaces.

7. Combining White Marble with Other Natural Stones

A new trend in interior design is combining white Italian marble with other natural stones like Italian Botticino Marble, Italian Grey Marble, Italian Beige Marble, and Travertine Marble. This mix-and-match technique creates unique contrasts and adds depth to interiors, making them more visually appealing.

Why Choose Shree Ram Stones?

At Shree Ram Stones, we provide premium-quality Italian white marble that enhances the beauty of your spaces. Whether you need marble for flooring, countertops, or decorative elements, our vast collection ensures you find the perfect match for your design needs.

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Top 8 Creative Ways to Use Marble Wall Cladding in Residential and Commercial Spaces

Marble wall cladding is a luxurious and versatile design element that enhances residential and commercial spaces. With its natural veining, elegant textures, and timeless appeal, marble transforms interiors and exteriors, making them more sophisticated. Whether you’re looking for a statement feature or a subtle touch of opulence, here are some creative ways to incorporate elegant marble wall cladding into your property.

Statement Feature Walls

The implementation of marble-clad walls results in instant ascension of space aesthetics. A living room space gains a magnificent central point when adorned with impressive marble wall cladding which establishes an elegant atmosphere throughout the space. Marble wall cladding applied to lobbies and reception areas of hotels and corporate offices gives businesses an opportunity to make strong first impressions on their clientele.

Luxurious Bathroom Interiors

Bathrooms commonly use marble wall cladding as both water-resistant and upscale-looking surfaces. The use of marble in shower areas and both bathroom vanity backsplashes and full wall applications generates the feeling of a luxurious spa space. A modern aesthetic combination results when marble stands with glass and matte black hardware.

Kitchen Splashbacks with a Sophisticated Twist

Marble splashbacks serve as an outstanding method to introduce elite sophistication into kitchens. Marble slabs create an unpainted smooth surface which differs from tile joints that catch debris. Marble from the White Carrara or Calacatta family delivers refined brightness but Nero Marquina produces a bright dramatic appearance.

Elevating Staircases and Hallways

Marble wall cladding serves as an elegant solution to upgrade the appearance of corridors and flights of stairs which architects tend to neglect. A stairway decked with marble gives spaces an elegant grand feel when softly lit. Marble walls in commercial buildings offer a clean sophisticated appearance to their corridors.

Outdoor Applications for a Seamless Flow

The common misconception about marble is incorrect because it exists outside of household interiors. Premium varieties of weather-resistant marble build defence against environmental damage which allows their usage in exterior designs encompassing outdoor walls, garden ornaments and external building surfaces. The smooth transition of indoor to outdoor spaces generated by marble creates properties that seem to blend.

Bespoke Fireplace Surrounds

A fireplace functions naturally as a principal point of interest in every living environment. The application of marble cladding elevates elegance while bringing forth an elegant classical presentation. Marble transforms reminders into beautiful framing that establishes a classy setting suitable for quiet home gatherings during winter months regardless of traditional or hip decorative styles.

Elegant Office Interiors

When applied to office walls marble surfaces create an environment of professional excellence along with premium ambiance. Open workspaces with marble cladding achieve two purposes: they reflect the sunlight and they shape an appearance of high class. The texturized pattern of marble and the book-matched appearance enhance corporate interiors with artistic value.

Boutique and Retail Store Designs

Luxury boutiques along with jewellery stores combine high-end retail spaces by mounting their walls with marble cladding to show their premium status. Wholesale or boutique shops that use marble with gold or brass elements achieve an upscale shopping atmosphere that suits their premium items.

Final Words

Marble wall cladding is more than just a decorative element—it’s a statement of sophistication. Whether in a home or a commercial property, its versatility allows for creative applications that elevate any space. By choosing the right type, finish, and placement, good quality marble wall cladding can transform interiors and exteriors with a timeless elegance that never goes out of style.

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Why Choose Thick Porcelain Slabs For Your Next Design

Bring out the best creativity in you, take your designs to the next level by choosing Mont Surfaces thick porcelain slabs for your next design. We offer matchless products and materials with a dedicated and helpful support team to help you accomplish your dream design. According to the surveys, thick porcelain slabs have gained enormous popularity due to their unparalleled durability, versatility and style and their aesthetic appeal. Most preferable materials for various applications by many designers and homeowners for Countertops, Flooring. Wall cladding, Shower walls and Outdoor kitchen and Patios. 

 

The premium quality of the material is highly associated with its durability. Thick Porcelain slabs offer exceptional durability benefits. If we talk about the physical durability and performance of the material, it covers all the requirements that you are looking for. Our high-quality thick porcelain slabs are resistant to scratches and cracks, resistant to stain and resistant to any weather conditions. You can trust the material longevity offered by Mont Surfaces, if properly maintained, they can last for 20 to 30 years. They are easy to maintain and clean.

An important tick list when you choose thick porcelain slabs is the design flexibility. We offer varieties of exceptional colors, we have neutral tones like white, grey, beige, metallic colors like gold, silver, copper, bold colors we have red, blue, green or earthy colors like brown taupe, sienna. The patterns and textures you can choose from varieties like marble- inspired veining, granite-like patterns, wood grain textures or concrete- inspired designs and many more in the options. The finishes of the thick porcelain slabs are also important to give a perfect look to match your design. You can go for polished, matte, satin, textured or leather finishes. The design styles options like modern minimalism, industrial chic, rustic elegance, traditional luxury and coastal cool.

With the best features and benefits, we assure that choosing Mont Surfaces thick porcelain slabs, your design will achieve a premium high-performance design.

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Bathroom Natural Stone: Timeless Elegance and Durability

Natural stone is a luxurious and timeless material that can add both elegance and durability to your bathroom. Whether you're designing a spa-like retreat or a classic bathroom, natural stone tiles bring unmatched beauty and sophistication to your space. Known for their unique textures, colors, and patterns, natural stone tiles elevate the overall aesthetic and create a luxurious feel that stands the test of time.

What Is Bathroom Natural Stone?

Bathroom natural stone refers to stone materials that are quarried directly from the earth and used for flooring, wall coverings, and even countertops in bathrooms. Common types of natural stone used in bathroom design include marble, granite, limestone, slate, travertine, and sandstone. Each stone has its own distinct characteristics, ranging from smooth and polished to textured and rustic.

Natural stone tiles are often used in high-traffic and moisture-prone areas of the bathroom, such as floors, shower walls, and backsplashes. With proper care and maintenance, these stones remain beautiful and functional for years to come.

Key Features of Bathroom Natural Stone

Unique Aesthetic Appeal One of the most striking features of natural stone is its inherent beauty. Each stone is unique, with patterns, veins, and colors that vary from slab to slab. The natural variations in the stone’s design give your bathroom a one-of-a-kind look, whether you're using it for walls, floors, or countertops. Marble, for example, is known for its elegant veining, while travertine offers a rustic, earthy appeal.

Durability and Longevity Natural stone is incredibly durable and resistant to wear and tear. Whether it’s the strength of granite or the moisture resistance of slate, natural stone tiles are built to last. They can withstand the humidity and temperature fluctuations typically found in bathrooms. When properly sealed, they can resist staining and damage from water, making them an ideal choice for areas exposed to high moisture.

Timeless Style Natural stone has been used in construction for centuries, and its timeless appeal ensures that it never goes out of style. Whether you choose sleek, polished marble for a luxurious modern bathroom or textured limestone for a more rustic look, natural stone complements a wide range of design styles. Its classic elegance can transform your bathroom into a sophisticated space.

Variety of Stone Types The versatility of natural stone allows for a range of design possibilities in the bathroom. Popular types of stone for bathrooms include:

Marble: Known for its luxurious, polished finish and intricate veining, marble is a popular choice for creating elegant bathrooms.

Granite: Highly durable and resistant to scratches and stains, granite offers a sleek, polished look with rich color variations.

Limestone: With a natural, earthy appearance, limestone is ideal for creating a calm and serene bathroom environment.

Travertine: Known for its pitted texture, travertine offers a warm, rustic charm that can create a cozy, spa-like atmosphere.

Slate: Slate has a unique, rugged texture and is often used in bathrooms to create a natural, earthy ambiance.

Natural Variation One of the key characteristics of natural stone is that no two pieces are exactly alike. The unique grain patterns, color variations, and textures ensure that every tile and slab is distinct. This adds a personalized touch to your bathroom, ensuring that your space feels unique and crafted just for you.

Why Choose Bathroom Natural Stone?

Luxurious and High-End Appeal Natural stone instantly elevates the overall look and feel of your bathroom. The elegant appearance of marble or the earthy texture of travertine brings sophistication and a high-end finish to your space. These stones also add value to your home, making them an investment in both aesthetics and functionality.

Versatility in Design Natural stone tiles can be used in a variety of ways, from covering large areas to accentuating smaller spaces. You can create a seamless look with large-format stone tiles, or opt for smaller tiles in intricate patterns. Natural stone can be used for walls, floors, countertops, and even as accent features like mosaics or borders.

Durability and Low Maintenance Natural stone is highly durable and, with proper care, can last for many years. Marble, granite, and slate are resistant to wear, while travertine and limestone are naturally resistant to moisture. Regular sealing and cleaning ensure that natural stone tiles maintain their beauty over time and resist staining, making them a low-maintenance choice for bathrooms.

Eco-Friendly Natural stone is an environmentally friendly choice since it is a natural product that does not require the intensive energy consumption or chemicals associated with the production of synthetic materials. Moreover, it is a long-lasting material, meaning it will not need to be replaced as frequently as other options.

Customizable to Your Style Natural stone tiles are available in a variety of finishes, from honed and polished to tumbled and textured. This means you can choose the perfect finish for your bathroom’s overall design, whether you're going for a sleek, contemporary look or a more traditional, rustic style. You can also experiment with different layouts, from simple grid patterns to more intricate designs, depending on your taste.

Where to Use Bathroom Natural Stone

Bathroom Floors Natural stone is an ideal choice for bathroom flooring because of its durability and resistance to moisture. Whether you choose polished marble or honed granite, natural stone provides a high-end, durable surface that can handle foot traffic while adding a luxurious touch to your bathroom. Stone floors can also be heated, providing warmth and comfort during colder months.

Shower Walls For a spa-like bathroom, natural stone tiles on your shower walls create a luxurious atmosphere. The combination of texture and color in stone tiles adds depth to the space and makes the shower area feel more indulgent. Stone’s natural resistance to moisture ensures it stands up well in wet environments.

Bathroom Countertops Natural stone countertops are a popular choice for bathroom vanities due to their beauty and functionality. Marble or granite countertops can provide a sophisticated, easy-to-clean surface. Stone is also resistant to heat and scratches, making it perfect for bathroom use.

Backsplashes Whether behind the sink or around a bathtub, natural stone can be used as a backsplash to add visual interest and texture. A marble or slate backsplash can create a stunning focal point in your bathroom, while also protecting the walls from water damage.

Feature Walls Natural stone is often used to create feature walls in bathrooms, whether it’s around a bathtub, shower area, or as a statement piece on one wall. A stone feature wall provides a luxurious, textured backdrop that elevates the entire room.

How to Care for Bathroom Natural Stone

Sealing Most natural stones, such as marble, limestone, and travertine, need to be sealed regularly to protect them from stains and moisture. Sealing helps to maintain the stone’s appearance and ensures its durability over time.

Cleaning Clean natural stone surfaces with a soft cloth or sponge and a pH-neutral cleaner. Avoid harsh chemicals, as these can damage the stone’s surface. Regular cleaning will keep your stone surfaces looking pristine.

Avoid Scratching While natural stone is durable, it is essential to avoid scratching the surface with abrasive materials. Use coasters and place mats to protect stone countertops from sharp objects.

Prevent Water Damage Although many natural stones are water-resistant, it's important to clean up spills quickly and avoid prolonged exposure to moisture. Regular sealing helps protect against water damage and mold growth.

Conclusion

Bathroom Natural stone tiles are a classic and elegant choice for any bathroom, offering unmatched beauty, durability, and a timeless appeal. Whether you prefer the luxurious look of marble, the rugged texture of slate, or the earthy charm of travertine, natural stone can elevate your bathroom design to a new level. Its versatility allows for endless design possibilities, from floors and walls to countertops and backsplashes. With proper care and maintenance, natural stone will continue to enhance the beauty and functionality of your bathroom for years to come.

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Shop the Finest Carrara White Marble in the USA at Surfaces Galore

Carrara White Marble is a timeless symbol of elegance and luxury, known for its soft white background and delicate gray veining. This natural stone is a top choice for designers, architects, and homeowners looking to enhance their interiors with classic beauty and durability.

At Surfaces Galore, we offer premium Carrara White Marble in various sizes, finishes, and styles to suit your project needs. Whether you're designing a modern kitchen, a sleek bathroom, or sophisticated flooring, our high-quality Carrara marble ensures lasting beauty and value.

Carrara White Marble Applications

Kitchen Countertops – Create a high-end, sleek cooking space with Carrara White Marble.

Bathroom Vanities & Showers – Adds a spa-like ambiance with a modern luxury feel.

Feature Walls & Fireplaces – Make a statement with stunning marble accents.

Commercial Spaces – Elevate hotel lobbies, offices, and retail stores with premium flooring & walls.

Benefits of Choosing Carrara White Marble:

Timeless Aesthetic – Enhances any space with its luxurious appeal.

Versatile Applications – Perfect for countertops, floors, walls, and backsplashes.

Durability & Longevity – A highly durable material that withstands the test of time.

Natural Variation – Each slab is unique, adding a one-of-a-kind touch to your home.

Get the Best Carrara White Marble in the USA. At Surfaces Galore, we provide:

Premium-Quality Carrara White Marble – Hand-selected for best color, veining, and texture.

Wide Range of Options – Slabs, tiles, and Mosaics available.

Competitive Pricing – Affordable luxury without compromising quality.

Nationwide Shipping – Fast, reliable delivery anywhere in the USA.

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When it comes to timeless beauty and unparalleled sophistication in natural stone, Italian Carrara marble stands as a testament to craftsmanship and luxury. Known for its striking white and grey veining, Carrara marble has been a favorite of artists, architects, and homeowners for centuries. At Marblecity, we bring the finest Italian Carrara marble to your doorstep, ensuring quality and authenticity that matches your vision for opulence.

Origins and Features

Italian Carrara marble hails from the quarries of Carrara, a small town in Tuscany, Italy. This marble is celebrated for its unique blend of subtle gray veins over a milky white backdrop, making it a versatile choice for a wide range of applications. Its natural elegance and refined texture make it perfect for flooring, countertops, wall cladding, and sculptures.

Key features include:

Durability: Highly resistant to heat and wear, ensuring longevity.

Aesthetic Appeal: A natural masterpiece, it adds an air of sophistication to any space.

Versatility: Suitable for both modern and traditional designs.

Applications in Modern Spaces

At Marblecity, we believe Carrara marble can transform your interiors into works of art. Here’s how:

Kitchen Countertops: Achieve a sleek, high-end finish with Carrara’s smooth surface.

Bathroom Elegance: Add luxury with Carrara marble in shower walls, vanities, and flooring.

Living Spaces: Use it for accent walls or fireplaces for a sophisticated touch.

Artistic Creations: Perfect for sculptures and intricate carvings, owing to its malleability.

Why Choose Marblecity?

With years of expertise, Marblecity ensures you receive only premium-grade Italian Carrara marble. Our team meticulously selects each slab, focusing on quality, color consistency, and durability. Whether you’re an architect, interior designer, or homeowner, we guide you through every step, from selection to installation.

Sustainable Practices

At Marblecity, we are committed to eco-friendly sourcing and processing. Our partnerships with quarries in Carrara ensure responsible extraction methods, making your luxurious choice sustainable.

Elevate your spaces with the timeless charm of Italian Carrara marble. Visit Marblecity today to explore our exclusive collection and turn your design dreams into reality. Let us help you craft spaces that resonate with elegance and style.

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