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Marco Evangelisti ([personal profile] peccatore) wrote2015-07-24 06:20 pm
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WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, MARCO.

FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 868.32.455.97

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<marco> Hi, this is Marco! (Though you probably already knew that ;D)
<marco> How can I help you today?
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[personal profile] terribibble 2017-01-13 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
[That's probably been the worst part of it, not being able to be touched. On one level he can think of nothing more comforting but then seconds after the thought occurs to him the fear starts to creep in. If he touches you you'll melt again, you'll stop being yourself again, you'll be trapped again. It's insidious and he hates it because he knows it's hard on Marco too, Marco who just wants to help him.

But he's feeling good now. He's still bright and full of laughter and maybe that will be enough. Carefully he extricates one arm from the blanket and extends his hand toward Marco.]


You can hold my hand. If you want.

[Which is a stupid thing to say, really, because he's pretty sure they're both very invested in Marco holding his hand. Just... hopefully he doesn't lose his nerve.]
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[personal profile] terribibble 2017-01-16 10:14 am (UTC)(link)
Careful, now.

[His voice is a little high, a little strained, but he doesn't pull his hand away. It's fine. It's alright. He's not melting. His skin is pressed to Marco's but they're remaining firmly separate. Slowly the tension that shot into his shoulders at the first squeeze of Marco's hand fades out again.

He's okay.]
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[personal profile] terribibble 2017-01-18 09:45 am (UTC)(link)
[It's been several long seconds and he's still okay, still himself, and the only voice in his head is still his own. Maybe this trip was a good idea after all. Away from all the noise and bustle of a city it's so much easier to think. There's nothing to distract him from the warmth that settles in his chest at Marco's words.

Their relationship has been something approached with care and caution. It's grown slow because (he thinks) neither of them want to make a misstep and ruin something that has up until this point been so good for the both of them. There are steps that other people might take without thinking that Fiddleford has agonized over because they will make things that much more real.]


Love you too, Marco, so much.

[It's the first time he's said it properly. The garbled, desperate attempt while he was being held captive doesn't count -- or at least he doesn't want it to count. A first real 'I love you' shouldn't be tied to something so horrible, shouldn't have the weight of 'and this might be my only chance to say it' hanging over it. He raises his other hand and clasps Marco's between them. The blanket slips from his shoulders a little and he doesn't bother fixing it.]
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[personal profile] terribibble 2017-01-23 08:05 am (UTC)(link)
Your father?

[That must be who Marco means. Fiddleford has by now grown used to Luigi Evangelisti's presence even if he's not privy to it. It's something Marco lives with and he's with Marco often enough to feel it by extension.]

Is he -- does he say things? About me?
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[personal profile] terribibble 2017-01-25 09:16 am (UTC)(link)
[Yeah, that... that's a little worrying, reading between the lines of what Marco's saying to the implications behind them. Fiddleford doesn't comment on it. It doesn't seem necessary, or kind.]

Well that's... that's good.

Marco, y'know, whatever he says -- I think you're doin' just fine. Really.
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i didn't intend the thread to go this way but you know what

[personal profile] terribibble 2017-01-31 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
[This is always a difficult topic of discussion. It all sounds so far-fetched, but Fiddleford knows spirits are real and has known since long before Ryslig. On the other hand the core concept of Marco hearing the voice of his dead father, the father he murdered with a broken table leg, is inherently disturbing. He just isn't sure if it's more disturbing as a paranoid delusion or a real otherworldly presence. His opinion on this changes daily.]

What does he say? Normally? You -- you don't have to tell me if you don't want. Just -- it might help me understand thins a little better. If I'm pryin' too much I'll let it be.
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[personal profile] terribibble 2017-02-04 08:05 am (UTC)(link)
If you're certain.

[The way Marco talks about it doesn't honestly inspire much confidence, but Fiddleford doesn't want to push him. It wouldn't help. So instead of saying more he carefully, cautiously scoots himself closer to Marco. It's fine. It's safe. He leans their bodies together and it's a little awkward and a little unwieldy because he's ready to pull back at any moment but it... it's okay. It's okay.

In barely a few seconds he goes from the bare minimum of contact to practically trying to inhabit the same space as Marco. God, he needed this.]