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“I miss my boyfriend.”
Marc would slump into his bed, and stared out to the window. Wakanda was such a beautiful empire. It really was, but he still found comfort in his haunted Manor. As breathtaking as the empire was, it was the people that made it home.
He was requested to come assist with Egyptian problems. As a fellow Avatar for a Egyptian God it only made sense he would come and assist. How long he would be here was up to debate. Could be months so easily. Gods were temperamental and didn’t follow the rules of time the same as mortals.
He could have made a valid argument in convincing Eric to join him, have hands on experience that would be good for his new role, but New York needed a Moon Knight. He had to be responsible. Not selfish. As much as he wished to be selfish, he couldn’t. He wasn’t chosen as Khonshu’s avatar for being greedy.
Still didn’t mean he wasn’t lonely.
He missed him. He missed Brielle. Hell, he missed a lot of people. Reese and Tigra for sure. Been a while since he and Tigra were on a call together. Wasn’t like they had bad blood or anything. She wanted to try and focus on William’s life and be a present mother to him. He respected that and let her have all the space a Moon Knight could give.
He wondered if Tigra and Eric should meet, actually…..Sure, Brielle wasn’t a kid anymore but they could still relate.
So many thoughts. So loud. Always so loud……
He would reach for his phone and gave it a flip through his notifications. See what was going on back on earth. Try and detox from the long day that he had been dealing with. Was nice of T’Challa to give him this room. It was positioned specially to be in clear view of the sky. Always looking at the stars and moons. Same for some privacy from any possible prying eyes, and close to the praying grounds. Could feel its calming energy even from there.
Helped when the voices that weren’t Steven and Jake got too loud.
Nothing really new to make him feel anything. The only message he actually got, that wasn’t a group chat scenario, was from Eric actually. That had him smile. Eric had sent a simple ‘Lemme know when off the clock’ to him. That was always nice.
“I’m off. What’s up?”
He would wait for a reply and figured it was time to wash up. Had been out in the sun all day, and he swore it gave him a sun burn on his back. A soak was needed. A nice, long, cool bath. Yeah. That will hit the spot. Time to actually pamper himself for once. Make use of all the fancy luxuries that were offered to his room.
When the bath was made, and he had soaked a while, he heard his phone go off. He would pick it up to a phone call from the Dhampir.
“Who’s on line one tonight?”
“Marc Spector.”
“Mmm. Shame. Guess I’ll go to line two-“
“Fuck you.”
“Love you too, baby.”
It was good to hear his laugh. Made him feel so adored. Like a reptile sunning. Eric was his sunlight. Always making him feel warm and having his body function. Suppose the man called DayWalker would have that effect on others.
“So….How was your day?”
“Shit. But isn’t it always when Gods are involved? In a bath right now to treat my sun burn…..Are you able to get a sun burn?”
“My whole thing is NOT burning in the sun, so-“
“Guess that was stupid to ask. My mind is a mess. Least here I can have reliable means to my medication. That’s nice. Gonna see if I can just have this place send them to me over the normal talking to the therapist every time I need a refill. Can’t just miss a day of antidepressants or antipsychotics. So that’s been pretty nice. I won’t lie. Still isn’t home….”
“Miss you too. Same for Bri.”
“….She misses me too?”
“Yep. Forgot you weren’t home and called for you this morning. Don’t tell her I told you that.”
He mattered that much to her? That meant the world to him. To matter so much that there is a notice when he’s gone. He wondered if Tigra was feeling that…..If Tigra ever felt that with him. They were close, but she had to be there for William first. That is a far cry from his own mothers love. Of course he would support that. Hm….
“Say….Speaking of kids….You happen to know who Tigra is?”
“Sounds like a Ex to Kraven.”
“Well….She is, but that’s besides the point. She’s part of my Midnight Mission team. She is a close friend of mine. She’s been more focused on her son, since he’s old enough to start schooling now. She’s uh….Whats the word….? Uh. She’s like…A Were-Cat-? You’ve definitely seen her. Anyway, rambling- Like I said she has a kid and well….You are part of my new life and you also have a kid and I’m just wondering if you two should meet up and like….Talk?”
“Sounds like my boyfriend is setting me up on a date.”
“That’s not what I’m doing. I’m just saying you two are important to me, and you guys actually have more in common then I expected. Guess I have a type.”
“Guess a man has to be busy with something when he doesn’t have a DID riddled man to keep me on my toes…..You like her so I’ll give it a shot. Send me her number and I’ll see if we can meet. Brielle can watch her kid at the Manor.”
“Exactly what I was thinking! Thanks. Like I said….You two are important to me. Hope you get along.”
“Be nice to meet another inhuman parent, won’t lie….”
“There we go. Now….What about you? How was your day?”
Eric would explain his day, as Marc could hear the sounds of him getting dressed for the ‘night shift’ coming. Talked about Brielle and The Midnight Sun’s. Caught him up on what was important to him. If Steven was fronting he would definitely fluff it all up. That’s what he loved about Eric.
He signed up for all of them. No one’s left out. No way in hell. All or nothing, and Eric was never one to take things easy.
There was something so nice about just hearing Eric talk as he would wash himself. Reminded him of times when Tigra would force him to sit in a bath as she stitched him together. Then proceeded to literally lick his wounds. Hurt….But funny enough it genuinely helped them heal. Rough tongue sure kept infections away.
Seems he really had a type…..
“When do you think you’ll come back home?”
“Fuck, I don’t know. I want it to be soon, but you know if I want something I sure don’t get it.”
“You wanted a boyfriend.”
“Yeah. And I want him in this tub with me right now. Looking at me with his pretty eyes and taunting me with his big stupid fangs.”
“It is so hard to tell if you are horny or angry sometimes. I like it.”
“Yeah? What else do you like….?”
“Well….I like when he sends me pictures.”
Seems like he was going to have a say to relax after a long day. It’s never as good as in person, but you make do when so far away. Least he has a partner that’s more than happy to entertain him.
Could use some new wallpaper anyhow.