Metamorphosis
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Dresden Files AU, M is for Marcone Series, although actually Dresden's POV for once
Chapter Summary: Cujo arrives and Marcone starts to experience the last moult.
Word Count: 695
Rating: Teen
Dresden/Marcone preslash
He glares at me. “We don’t have time for this, Dresden.” He looks like he’s absolutely tempted to just shove past me but is understandably concerned about what I might’ve used to protect my home, and for good reason, given he’s seen me in action.
And he’s got a good point there, too. Marcone’s definitely been more out of it since the last time he’d moulted, while Cujo was on his way and I’d been brewing up the potion. I imagine he’s regressed a little, because the hints of the accent have only deepened and he actually started outright flirting with me with no hint he had any recent memories (or idea of who I was, which was flattering and made me feel uncomfortable all at once). Even without the memories, though, some instincts still remained. He’d squinted at me a little, probably not used to taking possibly poisoned things from other people, before drinking it down with the same resolve he used with everything else. I’d like to think he remembered me vaguely enough to trust me, rather than just taking it because he thought I was handsome, but in the end it got the potion in him, so who am I to complain?
And he doesn’t react too well when he sees his boss on my floor, curled up with Mouse pressing into him, crouching down. “Did the potion work?” he demands, and usually I’d just start making fun of the fact he’s not using words with more than two syllables to cover up the fact that I feel like he could probably punch me through the wall, but I really should show I have some sense of self-control because no one believes it.
Well, I’d definitely seen a difference before and after, but something like ‘humanity’ is hard to quantify. I can’t be sure it’s not wishful thinking or my own pride in my work, but on the other hand I really don’t want to show weakness and it’s not like we’ll ever know how much effect it had, so I decide to be bold. “I’m hurt you doubt me,” is what I go with, and he snorts but doesn’t punch me, so it worked well enough.
And then there’s a wave of magical energy again. This time, though, it doesn’t feel like it’s letting up.
I just have to meet my brother’s gaze to have confirmation. This is the big one. I can’t help but notice it’s exactly three moultings, though I’m not sure if the symbolism here will help or hurt. “We need to get him into the shower,” I announce, going over to help Cujo with his boss before my brain can talk me out of it.
I’m stopped before I can even set foot on the circle, though. “You leave,” Cujo insists.
“I’m fine!” I protest, but honestly I think everyone knows I’m not.
“I can help,” Thomas offers, and then adds when I squint at him, “...Trust me, I am not making moves on your mortal enemy mob boss. But you’re uncomfortable and honestly the Godfather here with his little crush might be a little happier knowing you haven’t seen him fully naked.”
And then, shockingly, Marcone just...twitches. He can’t move on his own, but he shouldn’t be conscious, not if it’s following the pattern of the others. Then again, this is the last one, and maybe the fact that he’s powering through by sheer force of will is a really good sign. “It,” Marcone pronounces, every bit as sure as he usually is despite the fact he’s drenched in sweat and barely coherent or audible, “...will be fine.”
“Get the water boiling,” Thomas adds, and that’s fair enough. Gives me something to do.
So I leave. I’m honestly kind of impressed. I don’t think I’d be half that dignified if two guys were just about to undress me. ...Then again, maybe that says more about me than it does about him.
Dresden Files AU, M is for Marcone Series, although actually Dresden's POV for once
Chapter Summary: Cujo arrives and Marcone starts to experience the last moult.
Word Count: 695
Rating: Teen
Dresden/Marcone preslash
I might have known Cujo was coming and mentally prepared for it, but apparently I hadn’t prepared enough because the first thing that comes out of my mouth when I open the door is, “Thesis?”
He glares at me. “We don’t have time for this, Dresden.” He looks like he’s absolutely tempted to just shove past me but is understandably concerned about what I might’ve used to protect my home, and for good reason, given he’s seen me in action.
And he’s got a good point there, too. Marcone’s definitely been more out of it since the last time he’d moulted, while Cujo was on his way and I’d been brewing up the potion. I imagine he’s regressed a little, because the hints of the accent have only deepened and he actually started outright flirting with me with no hint he had any recent memories (or idea of who I was, which was flattering and made me feel uncomfortable all at once). Even without the memories, though, some instincts still remained. He’d squinted at me a little, probably not used to taking possibly poisoned things from other people, before drinking it down with the same resolve he used with everything else. I’d like to think he remembered me vaguely enough to trust me, rather than just taking it because he thought I was handsome, but in the end it got the potion in him, so who am I to complain?
And he doesn’t react too well when he sees his boss on my floor, curled up with Mouse pressing into him, crouching down. “Did the potion work?” he demands, and usually I’d just start making fun of the fact he’s not using words with more than two syllables to cover up the fact that I feel like he could probably punch me through the wall, but I really should show I have some sense of self-control because no one believes it.
Well, I’d definitely seen a difference before and after, but something like ‘humanity’ is hard to quantify. I can’t be sure it’s not wishful thinking or my own pride in my work, but on the other hand I really don’t want to show weakness and it’s not like we’ll ever know how much effect it had, so I decide to be bold. “I’m hurt you doubt me,” is what I go with, and he snorts but doesn’t punch me, so it worked well enough.
And then there’s a wave of magical energy again. This time, though, it doesn’t feel like it’s letting up.
I just have to meet my brother’s gaze to have confirmation. This is the big one. I can’t help but notice it’s exactly three moultings, though I’m not sure if the symbolism here will help or hurt. “We need to get him into the shower,” I announce, going over to help Cujo with his boss before my brain can talk me out of it.
I’m stopped before I can even set foot on the circle, though. “You leave,” Cujo insists.
“I’m fine!” I protest, but honestly I think everyone knows I’m not.
“I can help,” Thomas offers, and then adds when I squint at him, “...Trust me, I am not making moves on your mortal enemy mob boss. But you’re uncomfortable and honestly the Godfather here with his little crush might be a little happier knowing you haven’t seen him fully naked.”
And then, shockingly, Marcone just...twitches. He can’t move on his own, but he shouldn’t be conscious, not if it’s following the pattern of the others. Then again, this is the last one, and maybe the fact that he’s powering through by sheer force of will is a really good sign. “It,” Marcone pronounces, every bit as sure as he usually is despite the fact he’s drenched in sweat and barely coherent or audible, “...will be fine.”
“Get the water boiling,” Thomas adds, and that’s fair enough. Gives me something to do.
So I leave. I’m honestly kind of impressed. I don’t think I’d be half that dignified if two guys were just about to undress me. ...Then again, maybe that says more about me than it does about him.
