myironeyes | that escalated quickly

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[Marsh, the barge's resident friendly constantly dour eyeless spike-horror, is currently lounging on Iris's most garish couch, the first time the vast majority of barge residents have seen him without his Nazgul-style engulfing black cloak, which is tossed over one of the arms of the couch. Underneath he's wearing vaguely 19th-century style workman's trousers and and loose shirt, both in a drab, unpurposeful sort of dark grey. Bumps - and a few poked holes - in the shirt reveal a topography of even more spikes, over a dozen of them, impaling his chest and abdomen in odd configurations. Nevertheless, he seems both drunk - an unlabeled bottle of dark green glass hanging from between his second and third fingertips - and entirely cheerful, laughing in a low rumble even as he's in the middle of protesting.]

- said I can doesn't mean - Iris, put that down -

We're celebrating, you plonker. 'E deserves the recognition. If you don't tell them I will!

-aaaugh, fine, woman.

[He throws his head back against the couch in defeat. There is a small ripping sound from the spike-tips at the back of his skull taking their toll on the upholstery, but he'll mend it later. He's not looking right at the camera - but he's beaming.]

C'Rizz graduated.

[That's all. Marsh isn't really a speech guy. But some people may connect this with the abundance of pie at dinner, the last few days.]

[Spam for C'Rizz, backdated to a little after the thread with Roderick.]

[Marsh's heart stops when he sees C'Rizz vanished from his item. Truly stops, falters in its constant aching rhythm, still beating around the spike perforating his ventricle. Not dead, gone. He tears up the stairs to C'Rizz's room, a shadowy blur, gasps and sags against a wall when he sees the door still there. So. So -]

[Spam for Iris]

[A knock, after dinner.]

Iris, it's me. I want to tell you something.

[He sounds happy.]

Threaded | Flat

[C'rizz winds up back at his room more than he actually... 'goes' to it. He's just walking to walk, takes a few detours up and down the stairs as he forgets to stop at his floor, scowling at everything because making better choices is actually completely miserable.

He stops when he sees Marsh against the door, looking worried in his Marshy way-]

What's wrong-? What's happened? Are you hurt?

... You got 'em all over you.

[Aaaaaah so freaky]

Those don't hurt either?

[She can't quite control her reaction, but that's all right, this time. She's grinning from ear to ear, eyes blazing with golden warmth, hair rising in a halo of tender flame. She is a hearth, not an inferno.

The Phoenix, it seems, can be fuelled just as well by pure delight.]

That's great!

I knew you could do it, both of you.

Marsh?

Congratulations.

[ zane is spikebab and what is this ]

One second, my darling!

[It's not like she doesn't see Marsh, doesn't talk to him; but it's been rare for him to come to her cabin, rarer still to hear that tone in his voice.

Iris doesn't even think about it: she's halfway through checking herself quickly in the mirror: eye makeup in one piece, nightie and robe not stained or crumpled, no lipstick on her teeth - when she stops short, staring incredulously at her own reflection.]

You daft mare, 'e can't see you.

[She shakes her head at herself and goes to open the door.]

Let me guess, Mira made the perfect souffle? I 'ear that sort of thing can skip a generation.

[...]

He is very sympathetic to your kind.

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