Qrow.

Chapter 35 | Deadly Women

It was just a little after curfew when Knox had a knock at his door. He wasn't sleeping anyways, so it's not like it mattered. Opening up, he was somewhat shocked to see his uncle. Who else would it be? No one cared to visit him, but still, what did he was this late?

"I was thinking about our conversation earlier." Ryan spoke as he waltzed into the room.

"Yeah, just come right in." Knox muttered, displeased.

Completely ignoring the comment, he replied, "You said there's only ever been two patients that have acted out really badly in the main ward. You told me the first was Tokyo, but we got so caught up in talking about it that you never told me who the other was."

"Truthfully," He shut the door quietly, "I was hoping you wouldn't ask. What happened was something that a lot of us really tried to forget. When Felix was kidnapped, and then banished, it fucked Marci up really badly. He was her sanity. Before she mellowed out and eventually became the zombie you saw when you first came here, she first was enraged."

"Isn't she a poltergeist?" He asked with concern.

"Yeah, and trust me, she holds a lot of power for someone so small. Felix didn't just keep her happy; He kept her sane." Knox explained, "She tore this place apart and put a lot of us in hospital beds in the process. Eventually they had to force her into a cell in Rest Point for awhile. They managed to find a medication that would keep her at bay until he returned."

"Maybe Ricky was right to be worried about her." He sighed.

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With a candle opera in his hand, Micah walked the dark halls, careful not to wake anyone. He pushed open the kitchen door. As he expected, a few flames were burning to provide the chef some light. He was actually worried for a second something had happened to Paris. The truth was, his love was a restless soul.

"I was worried when I turned over and you weren't next to me in bed." He spoke as he set down the candles on the counter.

"Sorry. I just... I couldn't sleep, so I decided to prep some things for tomorrow." Paris responded.

"I see that." Micah walked around behind him. He placed his hands on the smaller's shoulders, "You're just a bundle of nerves, aren't you?"

Paris let the knife in his hand drop onto the cutting board. The second Micah started to rub the knots out of his muscles, he melted. A moan slipped from his mouth and further satisfied his dominant. Micah very gently blew air along the back of his neck just to get him to shiver. He smiled satisfactorily and savored their blissful moment.

"Mon amour, I promised to always be by your side when you need me, but I am not a mind reader. When you're feeling restless and stressed, please, let me know. It makes me feel like a waste when I fail to be there for you."

"The last thing I want is for you to feel like a waste. I just don't want to be another thing on your plate. You've got so much to deal with already." He replied.

"No, no. You'd never be a problem." He took Paris' hand, guiding him to face him. Micah placed his finger under his love's chin, whispering, "Tu es la raison pour laquelle je vis*. Éternellement vôtre."

He smiled softly, "Éternellement vôtre."

Micah grinned blissfully. He brushed back a piece of Paris' hair, asking, "Would you like to return to the bedroom? Or do you want to finish things here?"

"I'd rather finish things here, if that's okay." He said.

"As long as it's okay if I stay." He replied, "I don't get to see you much during the day, love."