Trash Bby

Unhinged

Marcurio groaned as he shifted backwards to lie with his husband, he felt his spine slowly relax into the straw mattress as he turned his head to look at his partner. Trash Baby, however, remained indifferent; he still stared blankly into the dull ceiling of the king bed. Becoming agitated, Marcurio cleared his throat in an attempt to gather the attention of the High Elf. It had been this way every night since the two wed. Even after the eventful day when they had adopted their first child, Alesan, Trash Bby had nothing to say to Marcurio. He was starting to feel like some sort of trophy husband.

Feeling a gush of exasperation, Marcurio suddenly blurted, "You never pay attention to me!"

Instantly he cringed as he realized how purely desperate he sounded to his own ears. Trash Bby looked over at him with a start; his strange eyes contorting to offer a sort of confusion.

"I... I just mean that you never talk to me. I just follow you around and watch what you're doing... I want to be close with you again, Trash. Even right after we got married you just focused on building on the house! I appreciate everything you do for us but... I can't contain this anymore. I've been polite enough to not ask about the teleporting but, honestly, who can build a house like this in half a day?! You don't tell me anything!" The words tumbled off Marcurio's lips, and he realized he was admitting much more than he knew he was upset about.

Breathing softly, he waited for a response. When none came he sighed heavily and rolled to his side. Not long after he felt himself become comfortable, he felt a soft hand on his side.

"Trash Baby... didn't mean to upset his hubby. Trash Baby does not know how to talk well. He wants to make Marcurio happy, give Marcurio everything Marcurio could want." Trash murmured.

Instantly, Marcurio sat up and tossed Trash Baby's hand off of him, "Then why won't you let me wear clothes? Why won't you talk to me or Alesan?! He needs you too, you know? The only affection he ever gets is from Atabah."

Trash Baby folded his hands in his lap and looked away. For a moment Marcurio could have sworn a few tears were brimming in his partner's eyes, but he didn't care in the moment.

"You never let me wear clothes, you confine Atabah to the hearth room- Alesan is the only free one in this household but the downside to that is he doesn't have anyone to love him!" Marcurio could feel his face heating up as his tone became more and more stressed, "What about when Alesan starts school and has friends? What will they think? They'll wonder why we never wear clothes, or why you don't talk, or what that horrid smell coming from the basement is! It's not fair to our son!" At this point he was shouting and slight creaks came from the upstairs flooring as Atabah awoke to figure out what the racket was.

"Trash Baby can't help it... Raised by the trash rats and never loved. I don't know how to love Alesan and Marcurio. Trash Baby will try to change, he changed for you once before," Trash Baby's choked out.

"No! I don't believe you, you're too self centered. We have been married for so long and I truly have no way of knowing you'll keep your word." Marcurio's response was cold and distant.

Trash Baby, with no idea how to deal with his worked-up husband, stood up and began to walk out the door.

"Oh, where are you going now?!" Marcurio cried out, his exasperation getting the best of him.

"I need to warm my... leg," Trash Baby muttered as he shoved on his boots and fled out of the house, stumbling into Atabah on his way out the door.

Once outside he sprinted over the sharp gravel to the stables and tugged Landfill, his horse, out into the dark evening.

"Landfill! Come! Need to leave!" He grunted as the huge mare reared against him. After a few more moments of struggling with horse, he mounted and kicked hard into Landfill's sides and took off into the forest behind the house.