Margo Hanson (highqueen_bambi) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2018-09-26 22:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, margo hanson, roman godfrey |
Who: Margo Hanson and Roman Godfrey
When: Backdated: Early September
Where: Roman's Place
What: Not all gifts from Margo's dreams are good
Rating/Warnings: Mostly Family Friendly
Status: Complete
Margo had spent her day dressing an actress for an upcoming premier and surprisingly, it had gone fairly easily. The young starlet had been open to most of Margo’s suggestions and tips unlike some of the other celebrities Margo had dressed recently. As a result, Margo had been in a good mood when she’d met Roman for dinner and had very little to complain about that night.
So of course that night, after they had fallen asleep, Margo had been visited by the dream monster. Her last couple of dreams had been pretty crappy with the exception of becoming the High Queen of Fillory. Sure, she hadn’t actually done anything yet, but she had gotten a gorgeous crown, which had already come over into the waking world.
As a whole, the dream wasn’t that bad, but it had been extremely tedious as they’d spent most of it in the library looking for some book that had to do with battle magic and a way to defeat The Beast, who Julia had decided to run off with. Honestly, if Julia Wicker ever appeared in the waking world, it was entirely possible that Margo would punch her in the face just for continuing to screw them over.
As it turned out, the last hope battle magic they had been looking for came in the form of a demon called a cacodemon who was housed in a tattoo on their backs so her, Quentin, Alice and Penny had to endure the torture of having them applied to their upper backs, between their shoulder blades.
As the demon was infused into her back, she screamed in pain, unaware that she was also screaming in the waking world as the tattoo which had now appeared on her back glowed red, wisps of smoke rising from her flesh.
Since Roman’s last bout of dreams, he hadn’t ”slept much at all. When he could catch a nap here and there, he did, but he was now too afraid to sleep. He hadn’t talked about it yet, but it was clear that something had happened. He’d been distant and a little more irritable than usual. Good that Margo had other distractions to keep her busy, but of course, Roman had to see her or he’d run the risk of having to talk about it.
Which was why she’d spent the night with him. He’d tried to seem as unbothered as he could, but as soon as she was asleep in his bed, he’d gotten up and went to the fridge where he stored his forced donations from Yohan. He’d drank down a couple of bags like they were water. It helped, it always did, but it didn’t help him sleep, so he stayed up, distracting himself with idle television watching.
Hours had passed, he didn’t know many, and he’d gotten a little shut eye before the scream woke him up. He almost fell as he stumbled out of the living room and up to the bedroom where he stopped in his tracks when he saw smoke rising from his bedclothes. The pause wasn’t long. Quickly, he went to his closet and grabbed a clean sheet to place over where Margo’s back was smoking. He was careful not to touch her with his hands, but he hovered over her, panting as his heart hammered in his chest. It was a dream, she didn’t need to say that much or even talk about it yet.
For now, Roman didn’t see the tattoo. He only smelled her burning flesh and was trying to use the sheet to douse the burn. What the fuck was he supposed to do? Call an ambulance? “Fuck!” he exclaimed and reached over to turn on the bedside lamp. “Baby…” he said, trying to sound calm as he pushed hair from Margo’s cheek. “Come on back to me.”
Margo had noticed Roman’s recent change in mood, but hadn’t wanted to push too much to find out what was wrong. She assumed it was something dream related and knew how awful the dreams could be sometimes so she had figured Roman would talk about it when he was ready. Having been friends with Eliot for so long and witnessing his occasional mood swings, Margo knew when to give someone space and when to push to get answers and right now was not the time to push.
She hadn’t realized that he’d been having trouble sleeping, because he was always there in the morning when she woke up, on the recent nights she’d stayed over and now was no exception. As she stopped screaming, she gasped, her eyes flying open as she struggled to sit up, the pain on her back already beginning to fade to a dull throb. It only took a moment to smell the burned flesh in the air and she quickly realized what had happened even as her brain went back over the details of her dream, “Fucking Fogg.” She groaned as her eyes found Roman’s and she reached out to take his hand, “I’m okay.” He looked scared and she knew she had to reassure him.
“Okay?!” Roman exclaimed, stunned by that proclamation. “You think this is okay?”
Roman was certainly not reassured. “What-” he started, gently trying to peel the sheet away to see what was on her back. “What the fuck happened?” Roman, despite himself, was shaking. It was one thing for things to happen in his dreams, but it was quite another for terrible things to happen to Margo.
There was an unspoken question there, too: Who did this to you? because Roman was thirsty and if that person existed in this world, then Roman would find them and rip out their throat.
“No, of course it’s not okay.” Margo pulled the sheet off her back, turning her head to try and see, but she knew she couldn’t see that area of her back, “But I’m okay. It doesn’t hurt anymore.” She reached out to put a hand on Roman’s arm in an attempt to reassure him. She understood now why Fogg had told them all to get very drunk before they’d received the tattoos and cacodemons.
Adjusting her position on the bed, she turned her back to Roman, knowing that the tattoo would be there between her shoulder blades. “This happened.” She pulled her hair back over her shoulder so that Roman could get a good look at it.
Roman could do little more than stare. He didn’t know what he’d been expecting, but it wasn’t that. Even though she said it didn’t hurt anymore, he didn’t dare touch it. “What the fuck?” He didn’t understand. “What’s M?” And why the fuck was it etched onto his girlfriend’s back?
With anyone else, she would have rolled her eyes at the first question because it should have been obvious, “M for Margo. Four of us had to get them. Everyone’s has their first initial.” She reached to the end of the bed for Roman’s shirt from the night before and slipped it on, buttoning a few of the buttons, “They house a demon.” The thought of the cacodemon actually being infused within her was strange and she wasn’t sure how she felt about it.
It should have been obvious, but Roman wasn’t about to scold himself for asking when he was in shock. “A demon,” Roman stood up from the bed, not caring that he was as naked as the day he was born. He found his cigarette pack and tapped one from it, then offered the pack to Margo. “Margo, why is there a demon trapped in a tattoo on your back?” he asked. The whole thing was about as fucked up as his own dreams.
Margo could understand why Roman may not have realized what the letter meant at first. She was just as weirded out by this whole thing, more so since this was happening to her, but she also wanted to be able to reassure Roman that she was okay. “Apparently it’s our last hope for stopping The Beast since fucking Julia got in the way of our original option.” Margo didn’t smoke often, but at the moment she thought this was a good enough time as any so she took one of the offered cigarettes from the pack.
There was that name again. Julia. Roman felt his teeth grinding at the sound of it. Roman lit Margo’s cigarette before his own, then tossed the lighter onto the nightstand before he crossed to the window and pulled it open, the fresh air cool against his still naked skin. He turned to Margo, looking at her. He loved her, more than he thought he’d be able to love someone who wasn’t his sister, or his apparent dream daughter. Thinking of baby Nadia brought along a disturbing thought to Roman. “Is it in there?” he asked. The demon, he meant. Would that happen? If the tattoo was on her skin, then why not the demon that went along with it?
Margo took a drag on her cigarette as she watched Roman move across to the window and open it. “Probably. It’s a one time thing though.” Considering the things that went on in the OC every now and then, it probably wouldn’t be a bad thing to have the demon if she ever got attacked by something and didn’t have time to use her magic.
Taking another drag on the cigarette, Margo set it down in an ashtray near the bed then slipped out from under the covers and joined Roman at the window, slowly reaching out a hand and placing it on his shoulder for a moment before she slid her arms around his waist and laid her head against his back. She knew that physical contact often helped to calm someone down and she hoped that she could do that for Roman.
Well, now, there was a thought. A demon living in a tattoo on his girlfriend’s back for one time use. Roman was being selfish, he knew it, but it was all the more punctuated when Margo moved in behind him and slid her arms around him as if he was the one who needed comforting. He placed his hands over hers and stood in the quiet,, savoring in the moment before he turned around and used his free hand to tuck hair behind her ears. He was silent, but the gesture and his expression in the dimly lit room was clear: He was here for her.