ANOTHER CHAPTER?! *Le gasp* *Dun Dun Duuuuuun*!!!!
“*Grunt* TOM! LET ME GO!” Marco shouted for what felt like the hundredth time as one of Tom’s hands released Marco’s arms to open a door, but even with one arm Tom’s supernatural strength outmatched Marco’s.
“We’re almost there.” Tom said in a monotone, almost bored voice as he pushed Marco through the door with his arm, using the other to shut the door behind him.
Marco tried kicking and punching the demon numerous occasions as soon as he grabbed him back in the streets, but he could only walk with Tom as the prince marched him through town all the way into his room. Tom forced him to stand right next to the chair at his table, and Marco sat down in said chair. As soon as he rested his broken and bleeding wrists, two metal cuffs emerged from the arm rests and trapped Marco in the chair. Said mortal growled when he realized he was trapped, but didn’t make any attempts to break the metal cuffs due to the condition of his wrists. Tom calmly walked to the other end of the table, and stayed standing as he placed his hands on the table for support. Tom stared at the human boy like that for a minute, much to Marco’s discomfort. He finally sighed and decided to interrupt Tom’s seething glare.
“You got me here, what do you want with me?”
“Tell me about your dream, Marco.” The demon said quietly, still staring at Marco, his ears slightly twitching with irritation.
“Well, um…” Marco flustered a bit, not wanting to admit all of the things that happened in the dream.
Tom seemed to notice Marco’s reluctance, and bought a chair to sit on and softened his stare.
“C'mon, you have to tell me. I need to know every detail so I know what to do next.”
“What are you even planning to do?”
“Dreaming about anyone in the royalty branch of hell is considered to be one of the worst crimes out there. Depending on the dream, you could get killed. That’s why I need you to be completely honest with me, because my father can tell if you’re lying and he will decapitate you without any hesitation if he knows you’re a liar, and I want to save that pleasure for myself.” Tom informed Marco, his tone as cold as ice, sending shivers through the human’s spine.
“I…I…ok…….well, we were at the blood moon ball….I was in a dress with hair extensions…..and makeup…..and you were my date and….we danced under the light of the blood moon….and right before we kissed…..Star became psycho and you froze her in a block of ice….that’s when I woke up.”
Tom became as stiff and rigid as a board by the time Marco finished, his claws dig into the table to keep himself from blowing up.
“You’re lying. You have to be.”
“Wha-?! Why would I lie about that?!! I’m just as freaked out as you are, I’m sure!” Marco blubbered nervously as his face became a deep red.
He never knew that being accused of lying would hurt him so badly. But Tom was clearly not listening to him anymore. Marco heard the demon start to hyperventilate, and tried to rush out of the chair to make sure he doesn’t slip into shock, but he was then reminded of the shooting pain in his wrists that were pinned down by two heavy metal cuffs.
“Tom?! C'mon dude, you can’t hyperventilate like that you’re gonna faint-!”
“I had the exact dream you had. It felt so real. So real…” Tom shook his head and spoke in a shaky voice in between his breaths,
“We must have had our subconscious transported into the same dream. It’s the blood moon. The blood moon temporarily shined on the two of us when I shoved you away. Marco…do you even know what this means?”
“Tom, you need to slow down man! You’re not making any sense! What do you mean?”
“Take this.” Tom pressed a button, and Marco was released. But before he could react, Tom pushed an bowl of cereal across the table, stopping right in front of Marco.
“We need to forget. We need to forget. We need to forget we ever had this dream together. Just eat a bowl of cereal with me so we can forget.”
“What if I don’t want to?” Marco snapped, secretly hurt by this turn of events.
“When I was in that dream, I felt happy. I don’t know why, but I did. So why forget what makes us happy?”
“You’re not thinking straight, Marco. It’s the blood moon. It’s messing with out minds, making us want each other. But we don’t. I know we don’t. We’re enemies, we can’t possibly like each other like this. It will get in the way of our fight to win Star-”
“After EVERYTHING we figured out, you still want to think about Star?!” Marco lifted his hands, but quickly put them back down when pain made him wince.
“I get that we both really care for Star and all but this doesn’t make any sense! You’re not making any sense! This is much bigger than the both of us and Star combined! I know you don’t want this and all, but-”
“Are you saying you do?” Tom’s eyes began to glow red, “Last night the blood moon shined on US. Not just you and Star. WE got bonded together too. ‘As the light of the Blood Moon dribbles down, it selects a king and queen to be bounded for eternity.’” Tom quoted what the goblin said in the dream,
“Do you even know what that was about?!”
“I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO THINK ANYMORE, TOM! JUST GET ME OUT OF HERE!” Marco slapped the bowl of cereal off the table with his better hand, the pain that resulted from it barely even noticed compared to the anger he felt.
“FINE. YOU WANT TO LEAVE?! THAT’S FINE WITH ME!!” Tom grabbed Marco by the shoulders, got out Marco’s dimension scissors, and cut a portal for Marco to go home in.
Tom threw Marco through the portal, followed by his dimension scissors.
“What are we gonna do?” Tom whispered to himself in terror.
Ok, so I know some of you guys ma be confused, so allow me to explain some things. At the night of the Blood Moon Ball, Marco and Tom’s souls were binded a bit when Tom shoved Marco underneath the blood moon light. Both Marco and Tom had the same lucid dream together of the both of them dancing at the ball. And Star, even though they don’t know it yet, represented the hate they both feel to each other at the moment. The trippy dream is evidence that Marco and Tom are binded, but they’re both having different reactions. Tom is freaking out because he wants Star, not Marco, and Marco is angry because he enjoyed the happiness and love he felt in the dream, since it was the first time he felt that way he doesn’t know what to do with his feelings. When Tom gave Marco some cereal it actually had a potion in it that would’ve made them both forget the dream ever happened, in a desperate attempt to forget. Everybody on the same page now? Ok? Good. :3 I hope you enjoyed!
Awwww! Tom seemed so stressed, here! Stop being mean! Tell him you like him! But seriously, good job! I love it!
Your critical role pirate au is so good, thanks for sharing it. What do you think happened to Cass?
(in reference to this post) ahhhhh thank you! i have been in age of sail fandoms for many years, lmao. i infect everything with it.
cass is an interesting one, i think. percy was too young to take up arms even during the final days of the rebellion, and certainly a high-born lady like cassandra would never be expected to. the two of them were still at whitestone with their mother (the other sisters were old enough to be married by then) when news of cumberland’s victory spread. it became very quickly clear that most individuals of any rank or note were headed for tower hill at best. their mother took a pistol to her own head: better a bullet on her own terms than the noose on someone else’s. through cassandra’s own ingenuity the two of them made a break for it a few days later, the castle grounds still all ahoo and poorly-guarded by loyalist soldiers as they waited for representatives of the crown–and the new heirs to the estate–to arrive from england and take control. percy made it. cassandra took a well-aimed musket ball to the shoulder and did not.
(the wound did not hurt nearly as much as the sight of her brother turning his courser about when she cried out, pausing at the edge of the woods with his expression first sticken and then blank, and then urging the horse on regardless.)
Looking back, I can’t remember the truth. I blew everything out of proportion so I could feel the hurt and betrayal and write about it in vivid detail. It was my own method of torture. My own undoing; and I enjoyed every second of it.