Marcus
Turn the rich into wine as you walk on the mean
Marcus had never been more aware of his lack of musculature than in this moment. As he swung and cracked the pickaxe against ice only for shards to continue to break off, he could feel the forcing of his excitement start to dwindle. His arms trembled with the effort, breath turning ragged in the frozen air, each movement slower than the last. The pickaxe felt heavier with every swing, the resistance of the ice mocking his good intentions. His shoulders ached. Frustration pricked beneath his ribs, quiet and mean. He had come eager to help, to make a difference, but each dull strike only reminded him of his limits. Somewhere nearby, Deimos’ magic flared—steady, effortless—and the sound of ice cracking clean under power made Marcus sigh. Despite that, he worked until Deimos relieved him from the task.
Coming back together with the rest of the crew, Marcus stood by Iskra and listened. He lifted his brows as he rubbed with one hand at his opposite shoulder, rolling it in its joint and working the muscles that threatened to siexe and stiffen like the ice that the other abandoned had worked against on the gates. He knew the owners of the bakery well, often trading game with them that he and his father and siblings brought in off the tundra. Following the group, Marcus made his way towards the piles of snow, scooping up a shovel on his way.
Then, he set to work, shoulders burning.
Marcus uses a shovel and starts diggin!
Coming back together with the rest of the crew, Marcus stood by Iskra and listened. He lifted his brows as he rubbed with one hand at his opposite shoulder, rolling it in its joint and working the muscles that threatened to siexe and stiffen like the ice that the other abandoned had worked against on the gates. He knew the owners of the bakery well, often trading game with them that he and his father and siblings brought in off the tundra. Following the group, Marcus made his way towards the piles of snow, scooping up a shovel on his way.
Then, he set to work, shoulders burning.
Marcus uses a shovel and starts diggin!
