TONI FRASER
Kitsune
Posts: 47
Age:
Forty
Occupation:
FBI Agent
Status:
Married
Partner:
Separated: Marc Fraser
Played by:
Lissa
Last seen Nov 15, 2024 17:08:06 GMT
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Post by TONI FRASER on Dec 23, 2021 14:29:44 GMT
| Toni slowly adjusting to life in Mystic Falls. She was lucky, managing to keep a job here since there was a case. It was what her daughter needed, to go to a school that understood her and could help her. She got to spend time with her father… so life was good at the minute. Having their stuff moved to town they moved into a small house which was big enough for the two of them. She continued to work, not just on the case which bought her to town, but also her daughters. Yes her daughter was back, but she wouldn’t rest until she found who had taken her daughter, locked he or she up and threw away the key.
Part of that job was keeping everything sharp and in shape. Her mind and her ability to read people and predict behaviour was a huge part of it but she also spent a large part of it in the field. Subduing criminals and sometimes that meant shooting. So that meant frequent trips to a shooting range. She was an ok shot, but at times like this she remembered that her husband was an impeccable shot.
Setting herself up at her booth placing the clip in her gun loading the chamber. Resting it down for just a moment and placing the noise cancelling headphones over her ears. Lifting the gun and it fit comfortably in her hand, aiming at the target several feet in front of her. Concentrating her index figure squeezed the trigger several times as she emptied her clip into the paper human figure in front of her. When empty the loud noise sounded as the paper human moved toward her and she lowered her headphones. Lifted the paper off the hanger and inspected her results, nodding in approval noticing the several shots to the chest and only a couple had gone wide.
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MARC FRASER
Werewolf
Posts: 86
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Sept 4, 2024 17:41:33 GMT
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Post by MARC FRASER on Jan 9, 2022 19:40:06 GMT
The case dangled from Marc’s fingers as he started towards the building. Retrieved from the lock box in his apartment that morning. No long kept under his pillow, fingers reaching automatically for it as he’d wake in a sweat, the tiny sound that had drawn him from his sleep convincing him that they were here. He hadn’t belly crawled to the window, sticky skin squeaking painfully on floorboards or picking up fibre from cheap shag carpeting, desperately looking out for some sign of what was there. Flinching at everything until his brain could get a solid grip on the memory of the sharpshooter who’d taken them all down dropping like a puppet as rescue had come. Blood splattered sand matching the red streaks that seemed to take forever to clear from his vision.
His grip dry now, the PTSD still there but not in the same vicious way that had cost him his marriage, his career and all those years with his daughter. Practise to shake off the rust, to prove that he could protect his daughter, his ex-wife, without descending back into the terrifying depths of the disorder war had etched deep into him. Marc offered the guy at the counter a half smile, showed his credentials and paid for a lane for an hour and a couple of boxes of ammunition.
Each mark in the pro column of proof that he had clawed his way back etched deep. If he built enough maybe Toni would be willing to take a step back together – not to erase what had done to their marriage, although what he felt for her had not changed a bit in the years they’d been apart, but to try and turn this temporary stay for her and Ria into a permanent one. Marc Fraser could be a family man, shedding that scarred shell of the man who’d walked out of their home in Galveston, leaving his marriage to crumble without him there.
A thousand questions swimming in his head since, now. Had he done it just to prove that he wasn’t broken? Sealing those cracks that ran through to the centre of him with a baptism of fire. The worst move he could have made when Toni had been begging him not to go back. He hadn’t been willing to admit to the damage then or do the work to patch himself together right but time had changed him and he liked to think it was for the better.
Marc shouldered through the door into the range itself. Guns bucking, noise hammering in a way that had him flicking the ear protectors he’d been given up over his ears until the sound died again. Only the tiniest flinch gave away his nerves. He trailed down the line, heading for the spot at the end where he could isolate. Dark eyes swept up, settled on the target rattling in before he recognised his ex-wife.
Clearing his throat, he stopped behind her. Dark brows rose, a mask purposefully slipped in place. Not much of a poker face but enough to cover that first sucker punch that hit whenever he saw her. ”You’ve still got a decent hand,” he said lightly. ”Just drifting a little to the right. Hi.” Marc’s voice drifted hoarsely, his lips pinching together. He lifted his chin towards the lane at the end. ”I’m not following you around town or anything, I was just coming for … you know.” Fingers twitching on the case he held as he angled it out in explanation.
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TONI FRASER
Kitsune
Posts: 47
Age:
Forty
Occupation:
FBI Agent
Status:
Married
Partner:
Separated: Marc Fraser
Played by:
Lissa
Last seen Nov 15, 2024 17:08:06 GMT
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Post by TONI FRASER on Jan 10, 2022 19:01:06 GMT
| Ear protectors drowning out all the noise around her, and here was where she could focus her thoughts. Right now, her main thought was her daughter’s case. Each day she would go through the case with a fine-tooth comb. Blow the case up sometimes, put it on a war board… before inevitably packing it up at the end of the day, and feeling as though she wasn’t getting any closer.
Coming here certainly helped her focus, focusing on what she envisioned her daughter’s kidnapper would look like as she pulled the trigger on the paper target several feet in front of her. The gun that was used was one that she would typically have if she were out in the field. Pushing the clip inside removing the safety, loading one in the chamber. Aiming at the paper target, imagining her enemy in her mind. Firing and emptying the clip, shots fired in quick succession until her clip jammed signifying that it was empty.
Putting the safety back on out of habit and putting it on the counter in front of her as the paper target moved toward her displaying her results. One hand reached for the paper while the other removed the ear defenders from her ears. From behind her she heard a cleared throat as she turned her head. A surprised look on her face when she found her husband standing there. Couldn’t say ex as really, they weren’t divorced. Separated was the only way to describe their relationship.
Making a huff noise as she smiled at his comments towards her results, ” Hi…” Toni repeated, ” The majority went where they should have.” Toni shrugged a little as she tore the paper down, before replacing it with a fresh one and allowing to take it again to the end. She was about to ask what he was doing here, shooting range being the last place she would expect him to be. She paused in asking her question when Marc spoke as she busied herself in loading a new clip. She chuckled at his words before loading her weapon, ” Even if you were, I have a good success rate for putting stalkers behind bars.” Toni managed to joke, leaving the safety on as she placed the gun back down on the counter.
She looked at his hands as she spotted the ammunition in his hand and her surprise was renewed once again to see him here. Instead of outright asking if he was going to be ok here, knowing his history, she instead tried to lighten it, ” Are you sure you need to practise? Even if you have been out of the game for a while… I still recall you were an impeccable shot.” Toni asked him in hopes that he might read between the lines and give her the answer she was really interested in? Could he handle being here?
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MARC FRASER
Werewolf
Posts: 86
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Sept 4, 2024 17:41:33 GMT
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Post by MARC FRASER on Mar 8, 2022 18:51:31 GMT
Toni had never been the swooning damsel kind. It wasn’t what had caught his eye at first, that beaming smile had been the first lure, but as he’d gotten to know her, he’d seen it shining through. She’d been an amazing agent and could’ve had the sort of long career with the Bureau that he’d hoped to have with the Army. For him, she’d given it all up. Marc had felt like he was asking too much of her then. Marrying him, stepping down to go into private practice so she could travel wherever he was stationed. It had been a huge ask but she’d done it without argument, until …
Marc his lips together as she turned towards him, pride, love, and a healthy dose of guilt tightened in his chest, like an iron band had been thrown around it. After he’d gone on that mission she’d gone back to all of that, with that little life growing inside of her. He wasn’t going to blame her for it coming back to hurt their daughter, that man had needed to be hunted and if it hadn’t been their daughter, it would have been someone else’s and they might not have had the strength to get away the way Ria had. The job had given Toni somewhere safe to head to and he wouldn’t ask her to give that up now either.
The shooting would be a part of her training … and a way to untie that knot that still had to be as tight in the pit of Toni’s stomach as it was in his. She’d be ready and if that guy came … Marc’s dark eyes took in the spread of shots. A tight knot, enough to take down anybody, including him. ”Close enough,” he agreed. ”I’d get someone to look at the sights maybe, adjust them a hair.” Once upon a time he’d have done that for her, hands as sure on her weapons as they had been on his own. Not shaking at just the click of an empty chamber. His stomach still plunged when it happen. No bullets, no way to fight back, the panic rising until he could look around and knew that wherever it was, he wasn’t there.
Toni’s amusement loosened that band a little at least. He swallowed hard, the corners of his mouth twitching up. She was good at all aspects of her job. ”Let’s hope I never cross the line then.” His tone was light but Marc was deadly serious. She’d made it clear that their marriage was no easy fix, that the chances of them going back to where they had been were as low as the score for the outer ring of the target, but he still hoped that there would be some change. Ria was both of their focuses now but everything that clicked into place with her would feed through to everything else. Maybe in time it would ease everything else until at least they could look at one another without seeing their marriage crumbling and her brother dead.
Easing in, Marc set his case down on the counter of the next lane. They’d seen each other like this, had trained together from time to time. Toni had known exactly what it had taken to stay in the shape needed to operate at his level. He looked down at the case, thumbs unclicking the latch with a quiet snick. When he looked up and met her eye he saw those questions, unspoken but just as loud, he nodded. ”It’s time I started again. I … never stopped carrying, but it’s been a long time since I fired a weapon.” It hadn’t been necessary when he was a man on his own, trying to put that life behind him. ”With that guy still out there, I want to be ready. Maybe I got a little rusty.” The smile was a little strained at the edges as he lifted his chin towards Toni’s target. ”You remember when we made it a challenge?” Highest score picked their plans for the weekend, what they’d eat, where they went, and if his aim drifted a little towards the end to give Toni an advantage, maybe it wasn’t just tiredness.
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TONI FRASER
Kitsune
Posts: 47
Age:
Forty
Occupation:
FBI Agent
Status:
Married
Partner:
Separated: Marc Fraser
Played by:
Lissa
Last seen Nov 15, 2024 17:08:06 GMT
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Post by TONI FRASER on Mar 30, 2022 1:14:50 GMT
❝ Look Past The Clouds
We'll Find The Stars❞
Leads on her daughters kidnapping were falling away fast. All Toni truly cared for was having her back. Though really, she wouldn’t rest until whoever had done this, was behind bars for good. She would lie awake most nights still unable to sleep, for fear that he would come back for her daughter. She would rather die than let her daughter be taken again. She would not allow it to happen. So she needed to be at her best, which required one of the many visits to a local shooting range. Keeping her aim sharp. Picturing the face of the one that kidnapped her daughter in front of the target was easy, and shooting it, even easier. Only a few shots had gone wide. Though shooting a immobile sheet of paper was easy.
She lowered her ear defenders as she inspected her scores as she heard someone behind her. It prompted her to turn, to see who it was and greeted her ex-husband as he stood in the doorway. He as well admiring her shots. Most went where they should have done, that was what counted. Shots any less than this wouldn’t get you a weapon or even field time in the agency. When he said that she should get someone to adjust the sights and she smiled recalling the time he would do that for her, ” Maybe…” Toni agreed softly.
He went on to say that he wasn’t following her around town. She found that statement amusing and couldn’t help but joke back saying she had a stellar reputation for putting stalkers behind bars. She knew that he was a far cry being a stalker, ” I think you’re a long way off from that.” She confirmed for him. It just so happened that they found themselves in the same place from time to time. Meeting up here to anyone else might be strange, though for them it wasn’t. It was the first time they had been in a place like this for a long time.
She was surprised to see him here though. Sounds equivalent to gun shots used to send him in a blind panic. Wanting to ask the question outright if he was ok to be here… Though she didn’t have a right to that answer. Not anymore. Instead, she tried to phrase it differently. Hoping that she would still get the answer she was really looking for. Toni watched him as he answered her question. How Ria had prompted this… something she more than understood. She smiled when he said that maybe had got a little rusty, ” Well they do say its like riding a bike. Its not possible for you to be that rusty.” Toni told him.
When he flicked his eyes to her target and asked her a question about the past. When they would challenge themselves to the highest score. She smiled then, ” I remember. I also remember you letting me win on occasion. There was never any way I could actually beat you.” Toni smiled recalling the memories. Tilting her head to his target, ” Beat that score?” She questioned him then gesturing to her own score, willing to revel in the past just a little. Back when things were easy, and simple between them.
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MARC FRASER
Werewolf
Posts: 86
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Sept 4, 2024 17:41:33 GMT
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Post by MARC FRASER on May 11, 2022 19:05:17 GMT
He’d have spread the dismantled parts of her gun over the kitchen table, shooting that grin up at her when Toni had come home and chewed him out for doing it. There wouldn’t have really been any venom in her voice, just that chill he could have melting when he’d tug her down into his lap to kiss the spike of temper away. There were memories like that stamped all over the house, none of them really left behind when he’d walked away that last time, unaware that she was standing right there behind drape covered windows, packing up the life they’d had together to head somewhere better for her and the baby. Marc had stared at a hundred cracked, stained motel ceilings clear across the country with them rolling behind his eyes like an old film strip – like they were doing now. Those little moments in a life that was supposed to contain thousands more of them.
The little voice in his head as he twitched a smile at her – one only part tempered by the sad edged nostalgia rolling through him – told him there was time now to make more. The reunion he’d spent years planning for not coming as he’d imagined it, but rolling in with so much more instead. Ria had changed everything. Marc had the two of them on his mind the minute he woke in the morning, wanted to do everything that would get him back into Toni’s life like he was working his way into his daughter’s. ”That’s one relief at least,” he drawled lightly. He nodded slowly though, like it really was a reassurance he needed. Maybe he did, just those little affirmations that he was going in the right direction.
A weapon probably wasn’t the best indicator of that but he’d spent almost his entire adult life training with them. Even now it felt like a natural extension of his arm. The steel cool against his fingertips as he lifted the gun from the case. Marc looked down at it, lightly hefting its weight in his palm for a moment before he looked up. There was another little huff, something closer to laughter than there had been. ”I don’t know about that. I’m probably gonna end up hitting your target instead of mine if I’m not careful.” He wasn’t like the guys he’d served with though. A handful of years of taking it easy – hauling lumber about the most physical he got – of letting the gun case build up dust, wouldn’t leave his muscles atrophied or his strength shot. Being a wolf meant that all of that was innate, built into every cell.
Marc’s fingers were sure on the gun at least as he loaded the magazine into it. His smile grew a little more confident, practically cocky, as he chambered the first round. He set it back on the counter, muzzle safely away from the two of them, the safety still on. Thumb hitting the button to take his own target back to the wall, Marc pursed his lips, shook his head. ”That bit I don’t remember. You sure you’re not recalling it wrong?” He clucked his tongue, side eyeing her until he shook his head. ”You were always steadier, more focused.” Especially after. Brown eyes narrowing, Marc offered his hand up like they were shaking on a bet. ”Let’s make it into a game … like we used to. I beat that score … you guys come over for dinner later. Not just Ria, the both of you.” They hadn’t gotten there yet. Not at his place, although he’d offered it up the day Toni had arrived in town, desperate to see her daughter again now that Ria was safe.
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TONI FRASER
Kitsune
Posts: 47
Age:
Forty
Occupation:
FBI Agent
Status:
Married
Partner:
Separated: Marc Fraser
Played by:
Lissa
Last seen Nov 15, 2024 17:08:06 GMT
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Post by TONI FRASER on May 17, 2022 15:25:54 GMT
❝ Look Past The Clouds
We'll Find The Stars❞
While Toni worked the case into her daughters kidnapping, waiting for some leads to check out. In the meantime, she was going to make sure she was ready. She had made the mistake of thinking it was done when one of them were behind bars. She didn’t count on him having a buddy that wanted revenge. She was going to make sure that he was either behind bars in some dark hole and the key thrown away. Or dead. Those were the only two ways this was inevitably going to end… and she would be ready.
Toni had wondered if he was ready to be here. It was only a few years ago that he couldn’t stand the sound of two pans hitting off each other in the kitchen. It would remind him of whatever he had gone through on his last mission. How he was here, and Toni had to at least think he was making progress… getting better. She made a comment that it was like riding a bike and he couldn’t possibly be that rusty, ” Go right ahead. That will just improve my score.” She smiled at him. It wasn’t possible though… he had been an impeccable shot. Might take a little while to get back to where he had been… but it wouldn’t be hard to get there. Things like this… it was all muscle memory.
She watched him as he loaded his weapon and rested it back on the counter as they would reminisce about the times, they used to make a game out of this. Toni smiled a little recalling the memories. She also recalled that he would let her win. There was no way that she could actually beat him, ” Maybe but you never miss.” Toni reminded him. If he missed it was done on purpose.
She dared him to beat her score then. If she was recalling it incorrectly… then he had to prove her wrong. Marc then held his hand out to her, and she eyed it curiously and then he spoke. His words seemed to make her heart stop for a second as she paused in giving her answer. She didn’t really know what to say. If it was even a good idea, ” Not sure if that’s the best idea, Marc…” Toni admitted, ” Plus it’s your night with Ria… “ Toni argued gently realizing she hasn’t exactly said no.
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MARC FRASER
Werewolf
Posts: 86
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Sept 4, 2024 17:41:33 GMT
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Post by MARC FRASER on Jul 4, 2022 19:43:25 GMT
Baby steps were all he’d taken after he’d left home. Walking away from the army, away from Toni, he’d had to try and pick those pieces up in the only way he could. With shaky hands and a shakier brain, knowing that any major move would just result in days or weeks of falling apart again as he tried to claw his way back out of that abyss without the safety net that had once been there beneath him. Work had taken time, those construction jobs picked up here and there on the road taking their time to coalesce into something that could take the army’s place. Marc knew his dad would’ve found it amusing, his son ending up right back where he could’ve been, only half a continent away.
This was another of those steps after Ria and Toni had come back into his life. He was steady enough for it, ready to protect the family he still had after he’d cost them his brother-in-law. Maybe something inside of him had grown twitchy when he’d cleaned the gun earlier that day, but in the solid concrete walls of the shooting range it had grown steady again. Undoubtedly Toni was looking at it, wondering if the sound of the first shot would have him diving down to the floor again, his heart trying to tear its way free of his chest. Maybe it would, maybe he wasn’t ready, but how were gonna know if you never tried?
The corners of his mouth had tipped up into a smile as Marc glanced up at the target, then back at his wife. He wouldn’t be that rusty, but the fact that she was seeing some humour to it was a reassurance. She trusted him. ”That’s the upside to it, right?” Alright then. He tilted his head, nodded slightly as that grin grew. He might put one in her target in the end, if she needed it. Somehow he doubted she was going to.
From the corner of his eye, Marc could see her smiling. The tension that had been there the last time they’d seen each other – when he’d admitted … - was gone for now at least. Maybe this was a baby step in another way, creeping back to how they’d been right before he’d swung that killing blow at their marriage. ”Sometimes I do, and remember, I’m rusty. Haven’t done this in … years.” His brow furrowed as he tried to think back. The feel of the weapon in his hands was almost like an echo, like it had barely been a year or two since it was there, but the memory was practically dusty – before Ria’s birth, sixteen years ago. Each time that realisation hit it stole his breath a little. How much he’d missed.
Sucking in a breath to steady himself, he offered his hand … and dinner. Marc narrowed his eyes, while his lips remained curved, wondering if Toni would turn it down, for his own good. She paused. Was that a good sign? Some consideration going on there. Maybe not. Marc felt that squeeze in her chest as she started to turn him down. ”It’s for Ria,” he said hoarsely, that smile dimmer when he looked back up at Toni. ”I don’t want her to feel like she’s bouncing between us. I know we’re not … together … but she deserves a whole family, not one that’s torn apart. Just dinner? No expectations, I head back to my apartment with her after, we can have the rest of our night.” The please stuck in his throat, he hated begged all those years ago, but if he had to he would now.
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TONI FRASER
Kitsune
Posts: 47
Age:
Forty
Occupation:
FBI Agent
Status:
Married
Partner:
Separated: Marc Fraser
Played by:
Lissa
Last seen Nov 15, 2024 17:08:06 GMT
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Post by TONI FRASER on Jul 21, 2022 18:39:02 GMT
❝ Look Past The Clouds
We'll Find The Stars❞
Toni had been surprised to see Marc here at the shooting range. When they would challenge each other to a better score, happier times they were. They hadn’t done that for years, partly because he couldn’t endure the sound of a gunshot. Even something which simulated the sound, like two pans banging together while doing something as menial as the dishes. So to see him here now was a testament to how far he had come… at least in her eyes.
She smiled a little when he said that it had been a while so she just might win. She knew it was more than possible, but he had been an incredible shot before… it wasn’t possible for him to be that bad. She was good… but he had been next level, ” If you want you can practise first… But I honestly don’t think you would need it.” Toni offered. Muscle memory was a powerful thing with these things. She left the force for years… and it didn’t take much to get her weapon license back so she could legally carry a weapon.
When he offered another wager again, like they used to. She was intrigued at first and then he mentioned if he won that they were both to come over for dinner tonight. She started to refuse, knowing it wasn’t the best idea. They weren’t together anymore. He used the exact reason she didn’t want to go against her. Both reasons were valid. Toni didn’t want Ria to think that either. She also didn’t want to confuse her daughter into thinking they were getting back together either.
Against her better judgement she found herself agreeing, ” Ok. Dinner. Only if you win.” Toni smiled at him. She kept her word, ” Then if you lose what I’ll get I’ll decide later.” There was nothing really that she wanted at the minute. She also had a feeling that she wasn’t going to need it. She raised her own ear defenders and waited, watching him carefully. Wondering if he would let her win… or claim victory for himself.
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MARC FRASER
Werewolf
Posts: 86
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Sept 4, 2024 17:41:33 GMT
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Post by MARC FRASER on Aug 4, 2022 18:57:46 GMT
Take away the fact that she was a kitsune and he was a werewolf, their relationship had been pretty damn normal. Just a guy meeting his friend’s sister at a family barbecue. That first slow tumble into it being something more than just hanging around. The military had twisted the way their relationship had grown far more than the supernatural had. Even then they weren’t having to think about the shackles that put on it all. Romantic dinners, those nerves that had almost eaten him alive when he’d bought the ring, Toni’s brother standing there right beside him as his best man when they’d gotten married. It had been so normal – Marc and Antoinette, the happy couple – until everything else had overshadowed it.
Marc guessed most people wouldn’t have seen the romantic side – hell, the fun side – of running into your ex-wife at a shooting gallery, but this was a part that fit right into their story. The pieces might have been loose for a while – for years, while his daughter grew out without him – now they felt like they were starting to fit better. Maybe that meant something was healing inside of him without having to resort to whatever it took to turn into a hybrid. He’d considered it at his lowest, imagining that his reunion with Toni would happen after he’d been changed, once everything else in his head had been fixed. Fate and the monster who’d taken his daughter out of some twisted sense of retribution had changed all of that. Changed them.
His grin slanted up at the corners, an echo to her own as he shrugged at her. The likelihood was that it wasn’t that different to riding a bike, you never really forgot how, especially if your senses were enhanced. ”Are you trying to fluff my ego or give me the edge to win?” he joked. He swallowed hard. Maybe it was neither, maybe she wanted to see if he could handle the weapon in his hand, the crack of the bullet tearing its way free of the muzzle, before they really got into this. The Marc she’d left behind would’ve been throwing both of them down behind the counter they stood at now. His body covering hers, shielding her against the threat that wasn’t really there.
It hadn’t been a struggle to keep that buried around her or Ria. The intensity of the episodes had faded with the years. There were still triggers, always would be, but most of the time he could function through them now, instead of ending up completely debilitated. Toni had probably seen sides of it, maybe hoped he’d entirely clawed his way out of the pit, but hope could tear you down as easily as it lifted you up. He tossed the deal out there, holding onto hope himself. A family dinner, that wasn’t entirely out of the bounds of reason was it?
Hope had been bright in his chest until Toni started skirting around it. Then the ache had started it, only releasing itself now, like a rubber band snapping as she caved. Marc let out a long breath, smiling right back at her. ”That’s kinda cheating you know,” he shot back at her. With the hand he’d shook hers with he wagged a finger. ”Both sides of the deal are meant to be on the table ahead of time. You’re not gonna take advantage of me?” She wouldn’t and so he sighed, nudging his ear defenders in place. This was on now, a contest that would take him one step closer towards he’d longed to be since he’d walked into that station and had seen Ria. Marc tilted his head left, then right, the vertebrae popping. He braced himself, lifted the gun and emptied the clip at the target. Most dead centre, the dark starburst tearing through the 10 ring at the chest before the last two took out the head, the second shot dipping just out to the 8 ring. Damn.
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