Mars | Tuesday
He/Him
28
August 4th
Canalave City, Sinnoh
Bi / Demiro
POG Bank CEO
Underboss
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Martín del Mar
À La Tienne [M]
POSTED ON Jan 16, 2023 0:15:00 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","twt2"] [attr="class","main"] ”...I’ve lost too many people I care for, Barnaby. I can’t lose you too.” Mars had said once. Back when the skies of Sootopolis had been darkened by Necrozma and blood had been shed beneath the Tree of Life. ”...What if I told you it’s not safe to be around me, though? That you could be in danger because of me?”[break][break] He had to warn him. He had tried to make sure Barnaby understood what staying by his side might mean; that there may be nothing more dangerous than being someone who matters to him. However, as much as he had been honest, as much as he had wanted Barnaby to understand, he hadn’t been able to bring himself to explain it in full and share the painful truth. It had not been the right moment and Mars had simply not been ready to speak of the past. [break][break] ”There are people in this world who want me to lose everyone who matters to me.”[break][break] Ready or not, he will speak of it now. It’s a truth BARNABY FINCH deserves to hear. [break][break] “No… Natalia died because of me.” The admission cuts like a knife; a stab through his own heart. When looking into his lover’s eyes, Mars tells himself to stay strong, to stand his ground, to not give into the despair of the memory that so often haunts his nights… [break][break] It’s always the same nightmare. She calls him; crying, begging for him to come home, saying someone is there. He runs, but the elevator doesn’t work, and the farther he climbs up the stairs, the farther away he seems to get from the penthouse. When he finally manages to climb up, the door is ajar, and every single time, what awaits him in what he had once considered his home is the remnants of a warzone. Broken glass. Broken furniture. Blood on the walls. She is there too: pale, unmoving, and cold. Her Sylveon, beaten and bruised, lies by her side, nudging her and trying to wake her up. But, she doesn’t. Natalia never wakes up.[break][break] He can see it clearly on his right hand now, as it cups Barnaby’s cheek: the faint yet deep scar that had been left behind by Achelous’ bite when he had reached for Natalia's body. He has never told Barnaby about the origin of that scar. A truth for another time. [break][break] “The Marzáns… my family… They’re part of a crime syndicate in Sinnoh — at the very centre of it.” Family is a joke of a word, spoken with resentment and hatred. Spoken with pain. Spoken with the weight of everything the Marzáns had put him through since he was no more than a boy. “My parents tried to keep me away from them so I wouldn’t grow up into this life, but they couldn’t stop my grandfather. He took me and raised me to be his heir. He—… he did a lot of fucked up shit to make sure he’d be able to control me my entire life… and when my wife got pregnant and became a clear threat to that control… well… you can imagine what he did then.”[break][break] He had her killed.[break][break] He killed every single person Mars had actually considered to be family. [break][break] One day soon, Emilio Marzán will pay for all of it. Mars will make sure of it. [break][break] “I tried to tell you before, but it’s… yeah…” [break][break] A sigh, exhausted, yet despite all the pain, not once does he look away from his lover. [break][break] Here he is: Martín Marzán, no filters, no facades, no attempts to hide the truth — broken. [break][break] [attr="class","pkmn"][break]
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