León de mi Corazón
Not for the first time, Marcus wishes he were a poet. Tomas drinks up beautiful words like wine, practically thrives on them. He thinks of his own clumsy attempt at a letter, begun and re-begun until the whole thing had been consigned to the rubbish bin. It was laughable.
Besides, he thinks, Tomas and Jessica wrote letters because they could not have each other.
“You have me,” he says softly, quiet enough that Tomas won’t wake.
I have written a fic, a Marcus-and-Tomas Road Trip fic, and you can find it right here! I will be uploading it one chapter at a time, but the fic is in the Final Stages so it won’t be a very long wait.
I know that no one here follows me for Exorcist content, and that it’s mostly Fantastic Beasts-ers, but this show is by far the best horror show on television and it’s well worth the watch for anyone who’s into such things. If you could help me out by reblogging this and spreading it around so that people who do watch The Exorcist can find it and hopefully enjoy it, that’d be a Real Cool Thing To Do, but it’s also entirely your call.
I wrote this fic because I wanted to (and because there’s less than a hundred of these on Ao3, what the heck,) but I also wrote it for @twobrokenwyngs! Merry Christmas in November!