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i fell for your magic. i tasted your skin. and though this is tragic, at least i found the end.
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BARNABY FINCH
1440 Mauville Hills
POSTED ON Jun 1, 2022 0:48:10 GMT
 Master Bedroom, January 12th, 8:06 AMThe morning came all too soon, jarringly bright and unrelenting in its intensity.
Light streaming through the windows cast bare the realities of the previous night and, for BARNABY FINCH, it was hard to discern his current feelings. Waking up with Martín del Mar in his bed was a new, but not altogether unpleasant, sensation. However, within moments of seeing Mars' peacefully slumbering face, memories of yesterday's profound events came flooding back to mind.
Blood. Prophecies. And a marked shift in their relationship, unspoken yet undeniable.
He'd pledged himself to the ROCKET admin. In his time of need, Barnaby had offered him a saving embrace. Consolation in the wake of a grave failure.
Why?
There wasn't much time to contemplate this gnawing question. Mars began to stir from his sleep and, without mentioning the intimacy of the night prior, readied himself to leave. Barnaby insisted on cooking a small breakfast for them both, but the admin was gone soon after.
The rest of the morning was spent tidying the penthouse, starting with the living room. Cleaning the overflowed wax from the candle pedestal, organizing the manuscript papers that had fallen to the floor, washing the teacup of the cold dregs left forgotten.
Next came the master bathroom. Though small, flecks and marks of blood hung like grim reminders of Mars' pain. Streaks along the shower frame, residual stains around the lower tiles and drain. They were all washed away and, quietly, Barnaby hoped he would never again have to see the blood of Martín del Mar.
He knew it was likely a vain hope.
Last was the master bedroom. The bed needed to be made but, in the process of doing so, something caught his eye. On the ground, partially tucked under the bedframe, was Mars' once-beautiful silk tie. It had been marred in the events of yesterday - a quaint blue spoiled into a deep maroon.
Kneeling to the ground, Barnaby carefully plucked the tie from where it was hidden. He didn't immediately rise to his feet, though. Instead, he took a moment to study the piece of neckwear.
As he did so, Martín del Mar' final words before they'd drifted into sleep together echoed in his mind.
"I’m really glad we met, Barnaby.”
"... Me too." He whispered quietly to himself, thumbing the stained fabric in his hand.
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Stepping out of a private elevator, guests are welcomed into Barnaby Finch's home by an expansive living area gilded in a dark, modern exterior. Every edge and surface speaks to the penthouse's splendor, from the sleek leather couches to the crystal chandelier. Pepin the EEVEE greets all visitors with a happy squeak and the immediate demanding of pets.
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