#moirai!schneep

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thought i’d post all the bois together! i love them all so much, i never thought i could put so much love and work into anything, and i cant wait to write whatever i can about their story. to those who are along for the ride, thank you so much, i probably wouldn’t put so much work into this if i was just yelling into a void <3

and again, thank you @blackberry-s0da​ for putting up with me and doing them all, i couldn’t have asked for better designs.

[solaneceae]

tv: the young man is currently continuing to ascend, he's managed to climb up about five or six stories up the building-

henrik: *scoffs* why are there reckless idiots out so early... *sips coffee*

tv: *shows jackie climbing a building*

marvin: *spits his apple juice* oh sHIT that's OUR idiot-

[moirai-au]

young marv: frick

henrik: jesus fucking christ watch your goddamn language you little shit

[moirai-au]

Timeline: near the end of Act 4: Separation

Warnings: mentions of abuse, accidental choking

“Mars?”

Cecil gave the door a tentative push; it was unlocked, to his surprise. He stepped into the darkened room and grimaced at the musty smell -though after being closed for so long, the doctor should have expected as such. His eyes glided over piles of dusty books, half-emptied takeout boxes and unwashed clothes thrown around haphazardly before settling on the faint outline of a human body curled up in a bed. He pursed his lips and took another step forward. “Mars-”

“Go away.”

The voice was frail, frailer than Cecil ever remembered it being. It was straining under weeks of underuse, weak and gravelly. He didn’t let that deter him. “Mars, you cannot keep this up. It’s been weeks.”

“M’fine. Go away.”

“You are most certainly not fine, and I’m not leaving until you let me help you.”

The ruffling of fabric. A beat. “...I don’t need help. I need to be alone. Can you respect that?” Mars croaked out, a harsh edge creeping into his apathetic tone.

Cecil shook his head, impatience written all over his face. “You are in no condition to assess whether you need help or not! Gottverdammt, how long has it been since the last time you slept? Or ate?”

He raised his hand, as if to intercept an expected remark. “Und I don’t mean those dreaded protein bars or energy drinks, I mean a proper meal. Do you have any idea what it’s like to watch you waste away like this?”

“What if I want to?”

Cecil stopped, heart skipping a beat; Mars had rolled on his other side and was now facing him, his yellow, slitted eyes glowing dimly in the darkness. Henrik could faintly make out the pink, uneven surface of his facial scars. Uncovered.

He wasn’t wearing his glasses. Or his mask. The doctor’s head spun; Mars always wore his mask. If he hadn’t even bothered to put it on, if he hadn’t even had the energy to do something that was like breathing to him… then the situation was even worse than he had imagined.

“What if this is what I want? What of it?” the young man continued.

“You cannot possibly be serious.”

Mars’ outline rose up on the bed. “That what you think?” he hissed, eyes glowing brighter in his agitation. “You’re probably right. The doc always knows best, right? Because you of all people would know what’s best for me, right?”

The German’s brow furrowed; he didn’t like where this conversation was heading. “This isn’t about me.”

Mars blinked, the yellow orbs disappearing for less than a second. Then he started laughing.

It was bitter, devoid of any mirth. It rose in pitch and volume until the younger man was howling, body seizing up and spasming under the eyes of an increasingly disturbed Cecil.

“Oh, isn’t it now?” Mars managed to utter, still wracked with manic chuckles. “Don’t give me that horseshit. Everything’s always about you, what you want, what you don’t want. Don’t expect me to believe you’re starting to care now.”

“Do you even hear yourself? I have been looking after you for more than fifteen years, you duncauf! How could you possibly think-”

“Shut up!”

 Cecil choked on his own words, as he could no longer breathe. As soon as Mars had screamed, the broken words cutting right at Cecil’s very soul, it was like a ball of lead had lodged itself in his throat. He stared at the other, panic rising in his chest; Mars was getting up, yellow eyes boring into him, their intensity lighting up the usually hidden features. They were twisted in a sneer. “You don’t. Get to tell me. How I fucking feel.”

The taller man gestured angrily, pacing back and forth in front of the bed. “You don’t get to come here, acting all high and mighty, and tell me how to deal with my problems! Wanna know why?”

Cecil went stiff. He knew what was coming. He could feel it, along with an increasing pressure on his chest and the faint tingle of magic in the air. After years and years of dreaded silence, this was the moment where his failures finally caught up to him.

Mars approached him, still looming over him despite his hunched over posture. His footing was unsteady, his balance off, but he moved with purpose, animated by feverish rage. He stopped abruptly, his face just a few inches away from the older man’s. His tired, bloodshot eyes peered into grey, wide ones.

 “You’re not my fucking father.”

 Cecil’s blood ran cold. Mars pulled back, straightening up to glare down at him. “You’ve made that very clear. Remember?”

The doctor screwed his eyes shut, grimacing in pain. He still couldn’t breathe. Unwanted memories rose to the surface, regret and anguish filling his mouth with ash.

“Did you ever even care about me at all?” Mars continued, relentless. “Or were you just sticking around because you felt sorry for me?”

Cecil strained against whatever was blocking his airways. “That’s,” he managed to wheeze, “That’s not-”

“Well guess what? I don’t want your pity.” the young man cut him off. His hands were now clenched at his sides, purple streaks of magic slowly coming to life around his arms.  The room was now lit up like a nightclub, and the German could now see Mars’s lanky form in its entirety.

He looked even thinner than usual, dressed in a dark green hoodie and black pajama bottoms. His cheeks were hollow, his long brown hair greasy and tangled, his eyes rimmed in red and black, making the scarring around them stand out even more. Even in his anger, he was swaying, trembling, struggling to keep himself upright, probably from the exhaustion and malnourishment.

Still, he kept boring holes into Cecil’s skull. “I don’t want it! Even after that day, a part of me thought you cared. Well, big fucking news, my real father never gave a shit about me, the freak he wished was never born. So why would you?”

He let out a broken sound, not quite a laugh, not quite a sob. Something that screamed despair. “I was stupid. So stupid. I t-thought you- and you just- f-fucking walked away…”

Darkness was starting to creep in Henrik’s vision. His throat and lungs burned. His world was spinning. Air, he needed air-

“I had nothing!” Mars’ voice kept hammering, growing more and more frantic with each sentence, cracking under the strain. “Nobody to trust. Nobody to talk to. Nobody that cared. I only had you, Doc, fuck- and you left. Just like they did. And when you came back, it was like nothing had happened at all.  I fucking died that day, you hear me?! I've been dead for years, stuck in this- golden cage! Do you know how fucking close I got to- Doc?”

Cecil could no longer see. His ears were ringing, drowning out the other’s voice. He couldn’t remember when he had fallen to his knees, or when he has started to claw at his throat.

“Doc? What are you- oh. Oh god. Oh god, no, please no, not again, not again no no no no no why is it not stopping, pourquoi ?! Arrête ! Pars pas putain, me laisse pas seul-”

He was lying on his side, writhing, desperately trying to draw in air. He could feel his blind eyes rolling back into his skull, his consciousness fading… His limbs felt so heavy, so very very heavy...

And then, just like that, it was over.

The pressure on his body disappeared and his trachea opened up. Cecil gasped loudly, gulping down precious oxygen like a drowning man as he rolled over on the carpet and got on his knees, coughing and wheezing all the while. His sight returned, blurry and spotty, and after a few seconds of coming back to himself, Cecil looked up.

Mars was staring down at him, his expression frozen in horror. Bright golden eyes widened in shock, mouth gaping silently, he looked like he’d just witnessed someone die. The fierce violet glow surrounding him only added to his picturesque terror.

Cecil tried to speak, but all that came out what a pained groan. He cleared his aching throat and opened his mouth again, to say what, he wasn’t sure-

Mars didn’t give him the chance.

“LEAVE ME ALONE!” he shrieked, and then Cecil was thrown backwards by an unseen force, soaring through the open doorway with a startled cry. After a few dizzying seconds, his impromptu flight was interrupted by his back colliding violently with a wall.

His neck snapped backwards, the back of his head meeting the hard surface with a dull bang. Pain exploded across his skull, and then nothing.

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@bupine​ @tabbynerdicat @lilakennedy @i-maybe-exist @its-ethan-bro @sandinthetardis @immabethehero

[solaneceae]

Moirai | a JSE AU

Character sheet: Henrik Von Schneeplestein (updated!)

(art by @blackberry-s0da)

Appearance

dark brown hair with lots of grey (he’s stressed out okay-)

grey eyes

fair skin

these eyebags are gucci

rectangular glasses

three-days dark grey beard (a few white hairs here and there)

second tallest behind marv, 5’9’’

lean, a bit too thin

cheeks are a bit hollow

Character

40 years old

prolly has 3 PhDs

german

dabbles in quantum physics and mad science

“magic is just science that we haven’t figured out yet”

b i g  b r a i n

“stop whining little bitch boy”

very blunt, even with little kids. not much of a pediatrician

his moral compass is, for lack of a better word, f u c k e d

the end justifies the means

runs on stress, caffeine and spite

“i am surrounded by idiots”

doesn't take shit from nobody

“sleep”? whos she? never heard of her

grumpy old man™

Story

divorced, no kids, ex-wife was a bitch

but he was also in the wrong, putting his work before everything else

was marv’s family doctor since he was 5 years old

had his medical license revoked for losing his temper at his patients back at the hospital he used to work at

but he still considers himself a 100% real doctor and comes to marv whenever he needs medical help

because god fucking dammit if he doesnt take care of this little shit then who will-

not like he cares or anything

but he does

marv’s parents hired him after he lost his job because they needed someone outside the system, so that their son would be kept off the records 

find another job? after his career? that would be beneath him

so he accepted the offer, he didn’t care that it was sketchy as hell

so what does he do when he’s not checking up on marv?

wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy-

it’s probably highly illegal though, knowing him

so one day, same as marv, the money stops coming, and marv’s folks are unreachable somehow...

@immabethehero @bupine​ @tabbynerdicat @lilakennedy (dad alert!) @i-maybe-exist @its-ethan-bro

[moirai-au]

Timeline: Arc 4 - Separation, right after "Help him"

Warnings: mentions of injury

Taglist: @immabethehero @bupine @tabbynerdicat @i-maybe-exist @its-ethan-bro @sandinthetardis @honestlyitsjustkenna

David maneuvered his way down the mansion, carefully avoiding and ducking under the obstacles -one of them a massive, 18th century-old grand piano- to get to his destination; the door to Mars’s room, opened just a crack, stood at the end of the hallway in front of him, an eerie, lavender-colored light shining through the seams and the narrow opening.

His heart beat against his ribcage and in his ears, his thoughts a jumbled mess of ‘this is stupid’, ‘I don’t know what I’m doing’ and ‘how did I get in this mess’. But all those thoughts and instincts were being overpowered by the dad’s need to help.

Help Mars, who was probably scared out of his wits right now. Help Cecil, injured and incoherent in the hallway he’d left behind.

Little by little, step by step, he eventually came to a stop in front of Mars’ bedroom door, examining it wearily- the purple light bleeding through the cracks were definitely not a good sign, and he was pretty sure he could hear something akin to a storm going on inside.

Bracing himself as best he could -god, what could he even do if it involved magic of all things- he pushed the door open…

And he gaped at the scene.

The whole place was in utter chaos. Everything was floating, just like in the rest of the mansion, but the shimmering aura surrounding the rogue furniture was a new one. The wandering objects were drifting around the room, slowly, forming circles. Like rings orbiting a planet.

And right here, floating at the center of it all, was Mars.

He was curled in on himself a few feet above his bed, his whole body surrounded by swirling, wizzing strands of violet energy. The very same energy seemed to pulse from inside him, lighting up his veins in lighting-like patterns under his skin.

His hands were clutching and pulling at his long brown hair, which was free of the usual messy bun he often kept them tied in. Now they were floating as well, swaying back and forth like immersed in water, forming a strange halo-like form around Marvin’s face. His expression was one of complete, overwhelming panic. His eyes were blown wide, irises drowned in the agressive purple light.

Under the roaring of the wind and the low thrum of pouring magic, Dave could hear a ragged, rapid wheeze- the mage was hyperventilating.

“Mars?” Dave called out to him, gritting his teeth as he took a step into the room- there was some kind of force pushing him back and every move was nervewrackingly slow, like walking through tar. “Mars, can you hear me? It’s Dave!”

For a second he thought the mage hadn’t heard him at all. Then his face slowly tilted up, mouth gaping. “D-Dave…?”

“Yeah, yeah bud, it’s me. Just me.”

“You can’t- no, no no no no you can’t be here, you need to get away, I can’t-”

“Sorry man, not gonna happen.” the snapback-wearing man shook his head. “The last thing you need right now is to be alone.”

Mars’ expression shifted to surprise, then anger. “Because you of all people know what I need? Is that what you’re saying?”

“I’m not trying to patronize you, I just want to help-”

“Shut up!”

Mars had screamed, his voice distorted by rage and rogue magic. The air around him exploded outwards, the blast nearly knocking Dave off his feet. The older man winced, but took another step forward stubbornly. “Kid, c’mon-”

But Mars didn’t listen. The floodgates had opened, and words kept flowing like a furious river out of his mouth.

“You have no clue! I barely even know you, you don’t know what I did- everyone, they always leave me behind once they start to see what I am. Hen only stuck around because my- because that was his job, what he was paid to do. And then when the money stopped coming, he only stayed because he felt sorry for me!

“Ollie- ollie was the first person who bothered to put up with me, without being asked! And I was an asshole to him, I kept pushing him away, but he always came back with that stupid smile on his face- calling me his friend, dragging me outside for the first time in years… I started to think that maybe, maybe this would be fine. I c-could- share a connexion with someone, and not hurt them. I started to see him as- as a brother. My dumb, reckless little brother.

“But I was stupid. I let him in, and now he’s gone, he fucking left and it’s all my fault. It’s just like h-he said, I’m nothing but a burden. I hurt people, I break everything I touch-”

“That’s not true.” Dave interrupted, shaking his head desperately. “You’re scared, and that’s okay, you’ve been left to fend for yourself by shitty people, hell, I’ve only known you all for a few weeks and even I can see that.

“You were born with powers you didn’t want or asked for. You didn’t have anyone to help you control them, or understand them- and no-one would cope well with that. Not without help.

“You can’t carry this weight alone, and you shouldn’t have to. You’re not alone, Mars, and- you know you can rely on us, yeah? That’s what f- friends are for, y’know?”

He stumbled on the word, almost letting out the one that made his heart squeeze with both hope and regret. Feeling something inside him shift, he clenched his first and took a step forward, fighting off the ethereal force pushing back against him. Mars, Oliver, the doc- Cecil, he corrected himself, and even that demon... those people had struck a familiar chord in him, and none of them could deny the strange bond that they could all feel, like something that’d always been there, in the back of their minds. And if they wished for it… they could be-

Not now, he decided, not yet. Not until we’re all ready to hear it.

The mage had gone silent once more, still clutching his head, as if to keep it from splitting open; he was gritting his teeth, like Chase’s words were piercing right through him.

Dave held out a hand towards Marvin with visible effort, his lips stretching in an reassuring, fatherly smile. “I’m here. Ollie will come back, I know he will. It wasn’t your fault, not everything bad that happens is your fault. He’s- he has his own demons, you know? We all do. And we can work through them better if we do it together.”

“...I’m broken.” Mars murmured weakly. The maelstrom around him was slowing down, the sparks and energy strikes growing more sparse. Looked like he was finally starting to run out of whatever emotion had been fueling his powers. “I’m a broken mess of a person, have been for years. I don’t know how to deal with people. I don’t know where I’m going. I don’t even know who I am under this- this mask.”

He could’ve been referring to the black sleek mask hovering above the nightstand, but Dave had a feeling it was less literal than that. Yeah, he thought, growing up in near-complete isolation will do that to a person. “You’re not broken,” he said, “You’re just… cracked, and that’s something you can recover from. I know it sounds like useless platitudes, trust me, I’ve heard it all before, but… things can get better. Not saying it’ll be easy, but they can. Just… take a break, yeah? Let other people hold that burden with you, just for a little while. Let me- us, in. Please.”

Mars stared at him with an unreadable expression -the fact that his eyes were drowned in purple light was certainly not helping. Then, slowly, his face twisted in a more familiar way, into something Dave had seen so many times on his kids’ faces. Shiny droplets gathered at the corner of the young man’s eyes, before falling… upwards.

Mars was crying, and his tears were floating up, up, all the way to the ceiling. Dave gaped at the sight- he’d never seen Marv express so much raw, unbridled emotion before. He and Cecil were similar in that regard, burying their true selves under layers and layers of snark and aloofness…

The mage choked on a sob. “I’m so tired… so fucking tired of being alone…”

“You don’t have to be. You have us now. And if you think we’d leave you… well…”

He chuckled. “You were right about not knowing me.”

And then, without warning, the violet glow filling up the room was snuffed out, and so was the force keeping everything up.

The dad reacted on instinct, leaping forward; and he was glad he did, because Mars would’ve hit the hard floor otherwise, missing his bed by a few inches. He caught the distressed mage in his arms with a strained grunt- the kid may’ve not weighed much, especially after a week of basically starving himself, but he was still ridiculously tall, and the collision still brought him on his knees.

David winced as his kneecaps took the brunt of the fall; objects and furniture crashed and broke around him, but he ignored the chaos unfolding entirely as Mars broke down in his hold. C’mon Brody, keep it together, kid needs you...

“I’m s-sorry,” the younger man choked, fat tears rolling down his cheeks, “I didn’t mean- I didn’t want this to happen-”

“I know kiddo, I know…” Dave shushed him, letting him bury his face in his shoulder. “It’s over, you stopped, yeah?”

Mars nodded, pulling back to wipe the wetness off his scarred face- his golden eyes were red and puffy, his pupils blown wide; they shone brighter than usual without the red lenses in front of them. “I didn’t… hurt you?”

“Nope! Not a scratch, see?” Dave smiled at him, raising his arms to his sides as if to prove he was unscathed. He refrained from mentioning the doc’s own state, afraid that the mage would freak out if he found out right now.

Unfortunately, Mars looked up above his shoulder, his piercing gaze fixating on something beyond the wall of his room. His fingers twitched, his features twisting into a focused, searching expression. And then he gasped, concentration leaving its way to dread. “No…”

Ah, shit.

“Mar-” Dave reached out, trying to grab the younger man’s shoulder- but Mars jumped to his feet, clumsily darted over to the door. He took a few steps out, then froze at the sight that awaited him at the end of the hallway.

“Cecil!” he cried out, sprinting down the hallway to kneel in front of the older man. Dave stared in shock as he followed the mage into the corridor, taking in the older man’s deathly pale complexion. His eyes were closed, his head slumped forward. Unresponsive.

The father stumbled forward, his steps feeling both too light and too heavy, like his mind wasn't quite keeping up with his body. He’d just been okay a few minutes ago, he, he’d told him he’d be fine, that it was just a minor concussion-

Had the doctor lied to him? Had he been so adamant on getting David to help the other that he’d ignored his own state entirely? The prospect made his blood run cold.

“Doc, Doc, c’mon,” the mage chuckled feverishly, fat tears rolling down his pallid cheeks. He didn’t seem to notice or care. “I’m sorry I got mad at you, yeah? Y-You didn’t deserve it, I was lost and angry and scared and I’m sorry-”

Cecil wasn’t moving. His grip was limp.

“Hey, hey- what, heh, giving me the silent treatment? T-That’s fine, I can talk for both of us…”

“Mars-”

“Also, ah, you’re gonna have, have to stop being a dick to Dave, yes? P-Pretty sure he just stopped me from ground-zeroing the place- but it’s all good now, see? I’m fine, he’s fine, and you’re, you’re fine...“

“Kiddo, he’s not fine, we gotta call an ambulance-”

“NO!”

Dave reeled back from Mars’ side, eyes wide; the scream had tore right at his core. It was a broken thing, frantic and terrified, yet so full of desperate hope that it made Dave want to cry. The younger man grabbed Cecil’s face with infinite gentleness, despite the trembling in his arms and twitch in his fingers. “He’ll be fine, he’ll be fine, he has- has too. Can’t not be. Won’t- won’t let it, won’t let him get away, won’t let him leave-”

He let out a choked sob, his head falling forward. “H-Hear me, you asshole? You’ve been stuck with me for fifteen years, and I’m not letting you go that easy, hah! Now… stop dicking around, yeah? Come back. Please.”

His hands tensed up around Cecil’s head, his frame shaken by breathless tremors. “It’s over, you can come back. Okay? Just- come back to us. Come back to me. Just come back to me.”

Dave watched, panic eating away at him- they didn’t have time, the doc would not get better without outside help. He started to fish for his phone in his pant pocket, but something stopped him outright.

As Mars kept mumbling, something strange was happening along his arms- bright, lime green vein-like lines were creeping down his shoulders, arms, then forearms, shining through the fabric of his sleepshirt.

the father watched in awe as the light reached Mars’ hands, his fingertips; and once it touched Cecil’s skin, it doubled in intensity for a few seconds- before dimming slowly, then brightening up again, like a slow, steady heartbeat.

And then the doctor arched up, drawing in a large gulp of air.

“Holy shit-” David breathed out, rushing to Cecil’s side. “Doc, calm down, it’s fine, you’re fine- breathe with me, okay? Slow down, this place ain’t running out of air anytime soon.”

As the German got his breathing under control and blinked back into clearheadedness, color already returning to his skin, Dave gently grabbed Mars’ hands to pull them away from the man’s face. “Hey kid- s’okay, you can stop now, yeah? You did good.”

Mars stared at his hands in confusion. “I… did?”

His voice was quiet, unsteady, and his eyes were clouding over by the second. The father put a steadying hand on his shoulder, smiling at him. “Yeah. yeah you did. He’s fine now, see?

The mage stayed silent. He looked back down at his own hands, the green glow fading away quickly. “I… never… didn’t know I could-”

“Well,” Dave cut him off, chuckling gently, “life’s full of surprises, right?”

Mars hummed noncommittally, swaying in place slightly. He eventually leaned in Dave’s side, head falling on the older man’s shoulder; the rush of adrenaline from his magical meltdown was finally fading away, replaced with a bone-deep exhaustion and a fuzzy lassitude. “Dave…?”

“Yeah?”

“M’tired.”

“I know. That’s okay.”

David’s voice was soft, yet so far away. His vision blurred and spun in a fit of nausea, and he had to close his eyes to avoid getting sick all over the carpet- god, how long had it been since he’d eaten, or slept?

He snorted dizzily- he remembered Cecil asking him that exact same query merely a moment ago; he was always bad at listening to his advice, huh?

He felt the scratchiness of the woolen carpet against his cheek- funny, he didn’t remember lying down. Oh well, it was fine. He was quite comfy here, oh-so-heavy limbs surrendering to gravity as it pulled him, deeper and deeper into the floor.

He was vaguely aware of two pairs of hands on him, pulling him up; then his head was rested on something warm and cushiony. He curled up on himself, and within a few seconds he was out, chest rising and falling slowly.

“Mars? H-Hey, can you hear me?”

“He’s fine,” Cecil grumbled, his thumb pressed against the mage’s inner wrist, probably feeling his pulse. “He’s just asleep.”

Dave nodded absentmindedly, staring at the doctor in amazement- the older man hadn’t waisted a second, getting back on his feet to take care of the kid despite having been in a really worrying state just a minute ago.

He sighed in relief and let his back collide against the wall, letting Mars’ head rest on his thighs. They’ll be alright. It’s all gonna be alright.

“The fuck did you fleshbags do?”

“Jesus!” Dave jolted, raising a hand to rest over his already frantically thumping heart. “You gotta stop popping behind us like this, you’re actually gonna give me a heart attack one day!”

Aster rolled his eyes, propped up against the wall- he looked particularly disgruntled. “As if I’d kill you in such a boring way. So, you gonna tell me what kind of fuckery you guys were up to? Fuckin’ earthquake shit woke me up.”

He tilted his head, staring at Mars’ unconscious body laying on the carpet. “And why’s Scars on the floor?”

Cecil clicked his tongue in annoyance, glaring at the imp impatiently. “That is not for you to know. Look, if you won’t help, you might as well go back to whatever hole you just crawled out of and leave us alone.”

Aster snarled at the doctor, sharp teeth bared aggressively. “Yeah? ‘s far as I know the biggest hole in here is you, so you might not want that, do you Doc?”

“Why you little-”

“Whatever!” the demon interrupted, turning away from the group. “I don’t even know why I bothered to come down, I really don’t give a shit. Have fun cleaning up. Fuckin’ humans, can’t leave them for one second-”

The rest was lost in undecipherable clicking and growling as Aster disappeared down the hallway, leaving Cecil and Dave alone with Mars’ prone form, in the middle of a capharnaum of fallen and broken objects.

“You did it.”

David tuned to the other curiously; the german’s icy grey eyes were peering right at him, considering him- scanning him, like he was a particularly complex enigma. “You managed to get him to stop. How?”

The father tilted his head, nonplussed. "I- well, I didn't see him as some destructive power or danger, I just…”

He sighed, visibly struggling to find the right words. “When I went in there and saw him… all I could see was a scared little kid who never got the chance to grow up. So I handled it like I'd handle one of my kids if they were afraid. I just talked to him, y'know?"

Cecil blinked, Mars’ earlier words looping in his mind over and over.

You're not my fucking father. You've made that very clear, remember?

Oh, he did. Memories made their way to the surface of his mind, bitter regret still clinging to them.

A tiny hand reaching out to him, hesitant. A quiet, youthful voice, earnest and hopeful. Something dropping into his palm- panic and fear as his eyes fell upon it. The little boy’s crestfallen face as Cecil turned and walked away. Ran away.

The unfolded piece of paper left forgotten on the floor.

“We need to move.”

“Was?” his head snapped up, taken out of his reverie; Dave was looking at him, drive steeling his usually softer features. “We need to move him, get him on the couch- if it’s still in the living room. I hope it is.”

The doctor processed his words before nodding slowly, the… event from a few days prior adding a second kind of regret to his already aching old heart, making it hard to talk. “Dave… about what I said to you the other day, I-”

“I know,” the other cut him off, giving him a soft, understanding look. “Just… not now, okay? Later. Right now we need to focus on Mars. And- Ollie. We need to find him. This shit’s gone on way too long.”

Cecil pursed his lips, looking conflicted, but agreed. “Very well. Get his legs, I’ll get his arms.”

“Gotcha- just be careful, I think I saw a few kitchen knives floating on my way here.”

***

Cecil’s room was dark, the orange light of early winter sunset shining through the window.

There, in an open drawer, under a mess of pencils and paper clips, was a sheet of paper. The page, yellowed with age, was covered in crudely drawn stars and moons -yes, moons, one couldn't fault children for wishing for more funny shapes in the night sky- above a blocky rendition of the mansion, and two stick figures standing in front of the door.

One of them was small, its only discernible features being the two pink circles framing bright yellow eyes. The other was a lot taller, spouting severe-looking grey eyes and a frown. Both of them seemed to be holding hands.

The childish scribbles above the drawing had faded with the years, but it was still very legible, despite the poor spelling.

Hapy fathers day -sined Mars

[solaneceae]

henrik: marvin you are not supposed to have guests over

marvin: and you’re not meant to be working on a megavirus but here we are

henrik:

henrik: point taken, i am looking the other way

[moirai-au]

Mars and Cecil’s history

Hen has been taking care of Marv since he was a little kid: checkups, illnesses…

sometimes when marv was younger marv would pretend to be sick so he could call him to have SOMEONE care for him from time to time

and even if henrik could immediately tell he was full of shit, he went with it anyway

so sometimes marv would call him for like, a really sore throat, but ended up showing him stuff like his new plants and be like “look look i did that :D”

the doc wasn’t the most… warm person to be around, but what other options did marv have?

deep down henrik really cares about marv and hates how his parents treated him, he just has his own way of showing it

probably gave him The Talk™ at some point

mars: *having a crush on the cute guy on the cover of a fashion magazine at the age of 16* DOC HELP ME I’M TOO GAY FOR THIS SHIT-

cecil: sometimes when two people love each other very much- mars: they leave their kid with the creepy german science man masquerading as a doctor? cecil: you’ve got it.

[solaneceae]

Moirai | a JSE AU

First Meetings: Marvin and Schneep’s history

Schneep has been taking care of Marv since he was a little kid: checkups, illnesses...

sometimes when marv was younger he'd pretend to be sick so he could call him to have SOMEONE care for him from time to time

and even if Schneep could immediately tell he was full of shit, he went with it anyway

so sometimes marv would call him for like, a really sore throat, but ended up showing him stuff like his new plants and be like “look look i did that :D”

the doc wasn't the most... warm person to be around, but what other options did marv have?

deep down schneep really cares about marv and hates how his parents treated him, he just has his own way of showing it

probably gave him The Talk™ at some point

you can pry dad!schneep out of my cold dead hands-

marvin: *having a crush on the cute guy on the cover of a fashion magazine at the age of 16* sCHNEEP HELP ME I'M TOO GAY FOR THIS SHIT-

schneep: sometimes when two people love each other very much-

marvin: they leave their kid with the creepy german science man masquerading as a doctor?

schneep: you've got it.

@tabbynerdicat @lilakennedy @immabethehero @bupine

[solaneceae]

silk with henrik and anise with chase for the Moirai au?

silk: does your muse care about appearances much? do they spend a lot of time on their own appearance, or do they just go with the flow each day? 

henrik is a very practical person, it goes with the whole doctor thing. so while he isn’t a slob by any means (he likes things to be clean and tidy), he doesn’t care to impress. he always strives to look professional and put-together, but it doesn’t go any further than that. he’d never bother to put on a tie, he hates wearing stuff that only has decorative purposes.

anise: when it comes to self-care, what does your muse do to take care of themselves? do they take care to spend time on it, or do they feel they don’t deserve it?

my marv starts off with not much going for him, honestly. it’s only when the plot kicks in and he starts interacting with the others and going outside that his personnality and quirks and wants start to come to light.

but i can say that this boi LOVES gardening, no matter how far he is in his character arc. it’s really soothing for him, taking care of living things and watching them flourish under his hands. makes him feel like he’s doing something right. and the repetitiveness of it is nice.

he probably read a few self-care books at this point, so he light have picked up a few things from that as well. he sure loves studying~