[ Everything in this place feels like a trap. Everything about it. That guy in the tunnel, Ian's mind is spiraling out going back and forth between whether or not that was a plant. Something put there to drive them in the other direction.
Was it Mary who killed him? Smashed his head in, got her revenge after her death and subsequent resurrection? Was that music Mace heard meant to lull him down that same route? Christ, he doesn't know and he can't stop going back and forth.
Maybe this was the wrong decision.
His anxiety spikes a little higher every passing second until Mace... does whatever this is. It's...
Sweet. Safe. Romantic. Unnecessary, and a little absurd, and overwhelmingly good. So much is wrapped up in that gesture, it makes his heart ache a little. Squeeze tight in his chest, unfurl wings like a bird.
Instead of saying any of that, Ian murmurs low and wry. ]
You look kinda hot like that.
[ With the torch up in front of them like a flaming fucking sword, crowding him against the wall.
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Was it Mary who killed him? Smashed his head in, got her revenge after her death and subsequent resurrection? Was that music Mace heard meant to lull him down that same route? Christ, he doesn't know and he can't stop going back and forth.
Maybe this was the wrong decision.
His anxiety spikes a little higher every passing second until Mace... does whatever this is. It's...
Sweet. Safe. Romantic. Unnecessary, and a little absurd, and overwhelmingly good. So much is wrapped up in that gesture, it makes his heart ache a little. Squeeze tight in his chest, unfurl wings like a bird.
Instead of saying any of that, Ian murmurs low and wry. ]
You look kinda hot like that.
[ With the torch up in front of them like a flaming fucking sword, crowding him against the wall.
Just so you know. ]