marcus
I want it all give me everything that you got
Marcus had been prepared for a lot of things. He had been prepared for Nova to grab the food out of his hand. Prepared for her to immediately start talking again the moment she woke up. Prepared for her to insist she wasn't actually that hungry after all. He had not been prepared for her to lean forward and take the rabbit directly from his fingers.
For half a second, his brain stalled completely. Color rushed to his cheeks and his ears flared with heat. His stomach flopped and he might have identified the feeling as queasy if he didn't know better. Then she was pulling away again, happily chewing her prize, and Marcus very suddenly found the fire fascinating. The rabbit needed attention. Serious attention. Life-or-death levels of attention. He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck before glancing sideways at her just in time to catch the approving smile.
"Oh, thanks. Margot, my sister, is really the master in the kitchen though." The word came out slightly rougher than intended. Fortunately for the young hybrid, her focus had already shifted entirely back to the food. Marcus seized the opportunity. "Yeah, it's done." Reaching forward, he carefully lifted the spit from above the flames and settled it across a pair of stones. With practiced movements, he began carving it apart, separating the meat from the bones and setting aside the best portions first. Within a minute he had assembled a generous pile on a broad leaf he'd gathered earlier, creating an impromptu plate. The largest pieces found their way there without much thought. "There you go." He said, handing over the morsels.
For half a second, his brain stalled completely. Color rushed to his cheeks and his ears flared with heat. His stomach flopped and he might have identified the feeling as queasy if he didn't know better. Then she was pulling away again, happily chewing her prize, and Marcus very suddenly found the fire fascinating. The rabbit needed attention. Serious attention. Life-or-death levels of attention. He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck before glancing sideways at her just in time to catch the approving smile.
"Oh, thanks. Margot, my sister, is really the master in the kitchen though." The word came out slightly rougher than intended. Fortunately for the young hybrid, her focus had already shifted entirely back to the food. Marcus seized the opportunity. "Yeah, it's done." Reaching forward, he carefully lifted the spit from above the flames and settled it across a pair of stones. With practiced movements, he began carving it apart, separating the meat from the bones and setting aside the best portions first. Within a minute he had assembled a generous pile on a broad leaf he'd gathered earlier, creating an impromptu plate. The largest pieces found their way there without much thought. "There you go." He said, handing over the morsels.
The full transplant bleeding with a new heart
