[ none of them disagreed with one another; markus was too important to allow to die, and the three of them had undoubtedly conspired behind his back, hadn't asked him about his wishes - because they knew them, they know he'd disagree and then he'd know and if the worst came to pass... and it did. and now they were here, semi-conscious and freezing to death just outside of chicago, wounded and bleeding out and hurting one another further because they cared so deeply. ]
I was the one who proposed it. The FBI will be following us, undoubtedly. You're too high-profile for them to tear their attention away from, which means North and Josh will be able to gather our people and get them out of Detroit as well. It was my idea, Markus.
[ he says it, for north and josh's sake. as though he had swept them up in the most wild and drastic idea he'd ever given voice to, when really all it was was a fancy way of saying "i'll run away, and take markus with me". that's all it was, one more way of saving his life and salvaging what was left of their movement. the FBI would follow them, and they'd run. hide. plot, whenever they could. simon has not given up on the movement, but he can't deny that part of him is ready to run, to keep running. even though he knows that markus will not run forever. he'll barely run now.
it's in the way he moves, dark and slow. he's always been a creature of fluidity, adaptability. barring his ungainly, painful crash landing into the center of jericho, he had always been graceful, powerful. the benefit of a superior chassis and advanced limb structure, maybe. maybe he just had the mind for it, like everything else. markus moves to his feet, and simon finds his back hitting the chill of the metal container behind him, shoulders shoving towards his ears, trying to back his way into a corner. his hands rise, fingers curling outward, as though ready to push markus back.
he won't be knocked out again, he's ready this time. but markus only speaks to him, and despite that simon doesn't need to breathe, he feels the wind knocked out of him. the shudder of his heart, too hopeful and too wanting for both of their own good. ]
I'm not going anywhere without you, [ he soothes, he tries to. the flat of his hand pressing to markus's shoulder. slowly, very slowly. ] We go together, or not at all. And considering that "not at all" isn't an option for us...
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[ none of them disagreed with one another; markus was too important to allow to die, and the three of them had undoubtedly conspired behind his back, hadn't asked him about his wishes - because they knew them, they know he'd disagree and then he'd know and if the worst came to pass... and it did. and now they were here, semi-conscious and freezing to death just outside of chicago, wounded and bleeding out and hurting one another further because they cared so deeply. ]
I was the one who proposed it. The FBI will be following us, undoubtedly. You're too high-profile for them to tear their attention away from, which means North and Josh will be able to gather our people and get them out of Detroit as well. It was my idea, Markus.
[ he says it, for north and josh's sake. as though he had swept them up in the most wild and drastic idea he'd ever given voice to, when really all it was was a fancy way of saying "i'll run away, and take markus with me". that's all it was, one more way of saving his life and salvaging what was left of their movement. the FBI would follow them, and they'd run. hide. plot, whenever they could. simon has not given up on the movement, but he can't deny that part of him is ready to run, to keep running. even though he knows that markus will not run forever. he'll barely run now.
it's in the way he moves, dark and slow. he's always been a creature of fluidity, adaptability. barring his ungainly, painful crash landing into the center of jericho, he had always been graceful, powerful. the benefit of a superior chassis and advanced limb structure, maybe. maybe he just had the mind for it, like everything else. markus moves to his feet, and simon finds his back hitting the chill of the metal container behind him, shoulders shoving towards his ears, trying to back his way into a corner. his hands rise, fingers curling outward, as though ready to push markus back.
he won't be knocked out again, he's ready this time. but markus only speaks to him, and despite that simon doesn't need to breathe, he feels the wind knocked out of him. the shudder of his heart, too hopeful and too wanting for both of their own good. ]
I'm not going anywhere without you, [ he soothes, he tries to. the flat of his hand pressing to markus's shoulder. slowly, very slowly. ] We go together, or not at all. And considering that "not at all" isn't an option for us...