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A Marsh Guest

Bugsby's Marshes were home to a wide and varied array of micro- and macroorganisms, the biodiversity one of its most notable features. Yes, a great many of the creatures were incredibly dangerous, but wasn't every environment filled with such risk? Surely, all one had to do to avoid assault was avoid bothering the various animals. Surely.

This was how the Morbid Socialite- Mori- found himself in the depths of the marshes, gathering samples of water, plant life, lichen, and insects to start his research. He was too busy marking notes on a variety of mushroom to notice the eyes on him. The thoughtful hum to themselves and the squeaking of tall boots, worn to avoid staining the hems of their trousers, were enough to hide the sound of something treading through the muck. They only noticed the disturbance when the bugs they'd been surrounded by had scattered. He turned and his eyes widened, finding a second pair staring into his.

"Oh, bloody 'ell."

Screaming echoed across the marsh, likely reaching at least someone's ears.

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Mori's breath had quickened with dizziness and delirium, unable to focus on trying to argue or fight it, slowly lowering with the Maven's assistance. He swore under his breath, trying to steady his breathing without disturbing the remaining stitches. He worked so hard on those... No, focus. He tried removing the bandaging to better reach the popped stitch and allow for deeper breaths than the bindings would allow. He was much more careful with this shirt, seeing as it wasn't his, and... Alright, moving their head down to inspect the damage was not a wise idea, as the shifting caused more dizziness and spotting in their vision. They would have to trust the Maven.

"Stay here." Maven didn't have to say this because, well, where was Mori going to go now? She quickly ran and got the stitching supplies again, along with rags and disinfectant. When she was back with Mori, she got to work and removing the bandages. She was not as careful as Mori with the shirt, using it to mop up the blood at their side. After sterilizing the area and the needle, she began to redo the stitching.

It would take a while for the blood pressure to lower, the breathing to slow, the skin to stop flinching away at every touch. Even still, Mori was quiet, letting Jane do her work as he supported his head and guarded his eyes with one hand. Another low voice, clear in the tentative quiet.

"I'm sorry... For everything..."

Maven did not look up from her work, still focused on fixing the stitches. But she replied softly, "You don't have to be. I'm sorry for invading your privacy. I should have thought... of course you wouldn't want me in your bag, even if it was to check your samples. I should have thought ahead and not let the stress of the situation cloud my judgement, and I am very sorry for that."

Mori was silent for a long while, breathing slow, perhaps thinking, though it was difficult to tell with their eyes hidden behind their hand. They were still and silent, the only movement being the tentative rise and fall of their chest, until...

His voice cracked as it came out, the habit of keeping it inside stressing each word as it exited his ribs via his lungs and heart.

"She was my daughter..."

Maven did glance up briefly at that before refocusing back on the stitches. So, not something he picked up recently from graverobbing. She wasn't sure if that was better or worse. There were many thoughts going through her head at that, but in having to pick one to vocalize she settled on, "I'm sorry for your loss. What was her name?"

"Persephone. She... She liked the name Percy on occasion..." Mori struggled to still his breaths, keep from sobbing while the Maven was working. "She was only but ten when she... I couldn't save her... I need to fix it. I must fix it. She deserved a full life and to be taken so young and in so much pain... I would go to the ends of the Earth. And I did. She's why I'm here."

Controlling a shaky breath in, and out, Mori paused. "I'm sorry for snapping. You were trying to be kind. I was... too stubborn for either of our own good..."

"You were in pain, in multiple ways," Maven soothed Mori, "You were being pushed to your limits, it's understandable. I was pushy, regardless of any well intentions, and you reacted accordingly."

Maven was silent for a moment as she finished up the stitches, then she said, "I... I understand your pain, in a way. At least, in term of losing family. My parents... I was only eight when I lost them both, but I still remember it vividly. You never forget such... carnage..." For a moment, the air of maturity she always seemed to carry had fallen, and in its place was a young lady much too young to be trying to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders. With a breath she was back though, and she continued, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be talking about my losses after you were talking about yours, that was rude of me. I just... wanted to say that I understand how it feels, to lose someone so important to you, and in such a senseless way."

"No, no," Mori said, sitting up with a wince. "It's... Commiseration. Empathy. To lose someone so important to you so young... I can't imagine the pain. It... It rather mirrors, doesn't it? Loss at a young age and grief for a lost child. It's not... fair. This world is not fair, not to the young and the helpless. But why should it not be? Why should we be forced to live such agony when we can do something about it? The Neath is capable of bringing someone back from the dead; why can't we?"

Mori realized what he'd just rambled about and pulled back. "I apologize. That was... That was too much. Forget what I've said."

Maven just smiled and nodded. She was not going to do any more pushing tonight, there had been enough of that. Besides, it wasn't hard to read between the lines of what he was saying. But she would let it lie for now.

She checked her work, changing the subject herself to spare Mori, "That should do it. Let me get some darkdew cherries for you, just to get something in you right now. I can get you new clothes, and dinner should still be warm. If it isn't, it'll be easy enough to reheat."

She rose and got her bag from a nearby surface, got her bag, and pulled out a couple darkdew cherry for Mori.

Eating the cherries without argument, Mori pulled the shirt off and inspected the pants. "Just the shirt should be well. I do apologize for the inconvenience. You're... taking the revelation better than I expected and I suppose I was unnerved by that, issuing an undeserved reaction. Taking your food and supplies, staining your clothes and furniture... I make for a dreadful houseguest, it would seem." At least he still had the will to laugh at his own mistakes, even if it was just a brief chuckle.

"I can honestly say that I have had worse house guests," Maven said with a laugh, the look on her face saying that she was recalling a particular bad guest, "But that's a story for later, for now I'll go get the shirt and dinner."

Suddenly there was a little bap at Mori's side (thankfully not the injured one). Looking down revealed a small black kitten had crept up to Mori and batted them while they were distracted.

"Oh there you are Pepper," Maven laughed a little, "Decided to finally introduce yourself?"

Mori looked down at the small kitten and smiled, holding out a hand. "Hello, luv. Aren't you just precious? Your name's Pepper? Mine's Mori. It's a pleasure to meet you." They softly stroked the kitten, letting it onto half a folded lap, if it so chose.

Even addressing the small kitten, he seemed exhausted. From life or death situation to overt masking to ripping his ribcage open and exposing his heart, Mori was drained of it.

But the mask was gone. No pretending, no Morbid Socialite, no rules of engagement or elegance or social niceties. Just pure Mori, all ruddy and awkward and genuine and real. He was bleeding (metaphorically, this time) from an open gap in his chest and it pooled into something unfamiliar and all at once recognizable.

Pepper looked up at Mori with big round green eyes. She bapped at their hand as she climbed onto his lap, intent on inspecting this new person.

Maven watched the scene, a strange feeling in her. It felt weird to be happy after everything that had just happened, but she couldn't deny that she was. She felt that she was seeing the real Mori for the first time, and it made her happy. She hoped... she hoped that they could have a pleasant evening, despite everything that happened.

"There are a few animals around, they come and go as they please," Maven said, "I often have Pepper at the orphanage but she wanted to come home with me tonight. Maybe if you're lucky you'll see Snowdrop, I feel you'll probably like her a lot." With that cryptic line (Maven wasn't sure if Mori remembered her mentioning the salt weasel in the past but she wasn't going to count on the idea that everyone she talked to would remember everything she ever said), Maven finally left to get the new shirt.

Mori had a home quite the same, with animals constantly coming and going, urchins Dinah adopted coming through the carousel of occupancy almost as often. He whispered sweetly to the kitten as he petted her, unbothered by tiny claws. Was it strange to be enjoying this time spent in pain and stress? Mori wasn't sure, but the wax had been ripped off and all that was left was a strangely cool, relieving feeling over the pain. Maybe... Perhaps... It wasn't so bad to be honest...

No, no, a foolish idea. One or two confidantes did not prove that trust could be so easily shared in the rest of life. Jane was an exception. And Derek, were he to return. Mori supposed the Maven would tell the Devil everything. Lovers of their caliber don't keep secrets from each other.

Mori idly stroked Pepper as he thought, breathing slowing.

After disposing of the first shirt, Maven got another shirt for Mori. There was a whole drawer of clothes she had gotten for the Devil for if he needed something less... devilish to wear. He had once said humans just haven't caught up to what was really in style yet. She had no idea what he meant by that, but gathered that he, like most other Devils, did not like wearing typical Londoner fashion. Needless to say, he was not going to miss these clothes Mori was using.

She also grabbed more towels, wetting two of them (one for Mori and another for the floor) before coming back. She smiled again, seeing Mori and Pepper playing together. She handed Mori both the shirt and the wet towel as she said, "I'm glad you two are getting along."

Mori look up with a hum and smiled. "Ah, yes, she's lovely. A delight to accompany. Do you require any assistance?" Leave it to the Socialite to still want to help clean up after all of that, as if he hadn't been on the cusp of death.

"I should be fine," Maven looked at the floor, "there isn't that much to clean compared to before." As she was cleaning she asked, "By the way, do you have a preference for drinks? I try to keep a variety in stock for guests, so ideally I should have something you'd like."

A hand hovered above the injured side and Mori sighed. "The strongest drink you have. I'm afraid, even before being attacked, it's been one of those nights."

He tried to adjust to allow the Maven room to work, feeling terrible that she was doing it all herself.

For her part, Maven did not look put out at the work. She merely nodded, "I'll see what I have, I think I remember you wanting gin or vodka earlier? I'm sorry to hear that tonight was difficult even before the wolves. I imagine trekking through the marsh was quite an undertaking."

"Earlier, I asked for clear alcohol as a cleansing agent. Now, I will take anything and pay you back in kind. A wine or brandy would be no trouble to return to you in full payment." Mori was incredibly careful in attempting to stand, taking the small kitten up as well. "And the day was in such a state before the marshes, I'm afraid. But I do appreciate your sympathy."

"Of course, just wanted to clarify. I can do that, though there's no need to worry about repaying it, I really only have such things around for the sake of guests," Maven said as she finished cleaning, laying a dry towel down on the floor, "I'm sorry to hear that though. If you feel comfortable talking about it, I'd be more than willing to hear more over dinner. I'll get the table set, you can come into the dining room when you're ready." She pointed out the room connected to the living room that she had been going through each time to get to the kitchen.

"It is an admittedly complicated matter, frustrated only further by the fact I am yet unsure of how the events went myself. Processing such a thing... It takes far too long. I would rather talk of anything but that." Mori leaned against the couch, keeping weight off their leg. "Your patience is, again, much appreciated. I feel as if I owe you for the service and well care you've so graciously given. Is there nothing I can do for you?"

"Understandable," Maven nodded at that, "And, I suppose if you really wanted to help in some way, I could talk to you about my plan for the Correspondence course. I think I know what I want to do but am not sure how to go about it. But as I said, I'll get dinner and the table set first." With that, she went through the dining room to get to the kitchen.

Mori watched her leave with circling- no, spiraling thoughts. Why could he not be of use? Why was he insistent on being a burden to the people supporting him? Why did he keep making a scene for the sole factor of his pride? Why was he so insistent on consistency? Did she hate him? Did she loathe the effort she had to go through for him? Did she suffer? Is she stressed and strained? Why couldn't he just help for once in his godforsaken--

Mori shook his head of the thought. He had asked plenty of times to help. She offered something. Attend to it.

They walked themselves against the wall to the door to the kitchen, entering and leaning against the wall to relieve the wounds of folds and keep weight off his leg. "I would love to converse with you."

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