only1flint (only1flint) wrote in platform_zero, @ 2017-05-20 21:52:00 |
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Marcus wasn’t really sure what possessed him to interact with that creepy as fuck doll that kept popping up wherever he went. Perhaps part of him thought it would simply leave him alone if he gave in and did what it wanted. The other part of him? Well, he’d accidentally kicked a piece of his baggage the other day and it had been lingering at the back of his mind since then. He didn’t want to admit it, but it was there. Poking at him whenever he let his thoughts drift.
Standing outside the Murky, he stared at the doll in front of him. What was this thing suppose to know anyway? It was a god damn doll. Fucking Delphine and her stupid fucking ideas. He continued to glower at the stupid thing for a few more minutes. If anyone walked by they’d think he’d lost it, which he didn’t really care about. He couldn’t possibly care any less about what the lot of these people thought of him.
Glancing to the card attached to the front of the machine, he read over the instructions with a hardy amount of skepticism. “Should I have agreed to that arranged marriage?” He honestly didn’t know why he was even thinking about this. It didn’t matter. He got married. Despite how much he hated the entire idea of marriage, he’d agreed to it. Shown up and gone through with it. He’d already seen images of the boys and he knew that things weren’t as bad as he’s originally thought they would be. He didn’t seem all that different. It wasn’t like he’d lost everything that he was before it. Still. He hadn’t really seen anything of him and Pansy. Just him and the boys. What did that mean?
As his thoughts had drifted to the problem at hand, the crystal ball began to glow beneath his hand. Unlike the pensive, there wasn’t a tug or the sense of falling. He’d simply blinked. He’d been outside the Murky and when he opened his eyes again he was standing in a Hall, people milling around dressed in their finest. It was New Years. He recognized the hall. Anyone who was anyone attended Gringott’s New Years Gala. Even he knew it was social suicide to forego. Why the hell had that stupid thing shown him this? Who cared about New Years?
It was then he caught sight of himself, Pansy beside him. The two of them were talking to Clint and Daniella, who looked ready to pop any second. When the hell was this? He couldn’t recall them announcing a pregnancy. It had to have been after he’d been pulled to the island. This was something he didn’t experience first hand ... or at least the current version of himself.
His usual smirk was on his lips as Pansy and Clint joked with each other. The whole lot of them looked very comfortable, like it was something they’d done a thousand times before. Familiarity, he supposed wasn’t something to look down your nose at. It made it seem like nothing had really changed and a part of him felt a bit of relief over that.
After several more minutes, he raised an eyebrow as Pansy managed to convince him that doing the rounds was necessary. Merlin knew, Marcus hated making small talk, especially with the stiff collared and stuffy morons that she insisted were important to a successful career. Getting ready to watch the complete disaster this was about to turn into, he found himself rather surprised as he continued to watch. Marcus had a tendency to be very blunt and say whatever he wanted to, especially if he was bored or irritated. Pansy, however, seemed to guide the conversations with ease, instinctively knowing when Marcus had reached his limit before steering them on to the next person with ease. The entire time, he didn’t hear a single curse fall from his lips and he looked relaxed.
Maybe things had changed. No. He didn’t get the feeling that he was being kept on a leash nor did he feel like he had to keep an eye on her either. That was what marriage had meant to him. He didn’t want the proverbial ball and chain and he didn’t want to have to be responsible for another person. He didn’t want to have to always be looking over his shoulder to see what she was doing or, worse yet, having someone clinging to him.
But that wasn’t the case at all.
They actually functioned. Maybe not in the traditional sense of marriage, but they’d figured out how to make it work for them.
Blinking again, Marcus found himself back outside the Murky and blinking at the crystal ball which had stopped glowing. Removing his hand, he took a step back, unsure what it was he wanted to do with that knowledge. Shooting the stupid machine one last glance, he headed into the bar. He was definitely in need of a drink now.