Brown Eyed Boy✔ (Marah Chambers x Reader)

Chapter Eleven

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Marah's jaw dropped, his brown eyes flecked with purple wide as saucers.

Mark tried to get up and he mumbled something about going to the bathroom. I stretched my leg out, tripping him to where he face planted. He groaned, shaking his head as he sat up, his nose bleeding.

I caused that?

I mumbled, "Sorry," and pulled the tissue box off my dresser, handing it to Mark. He glared at me, but said, "Thanks."

I turned to face Marah. "Look, you need to tell me what's going on. First you speak in a different language, second that creepy car that passed us the other day, and then last night, you had blue on you. Like, a really pale blue. You claimed you had no clue who Mark was, and now you two act like childhood friends. Your dark brown eyes used to be all brown, but now theres bits or purple? That doesn't even make sense. There's something going on."

Mark eyed Marah, saying something quietly in a different language. I snapped my fingers in frustration, my jaw set. "See? That's what I'm talking about! It can't be some made up language, seeing as the two of you know it so well." I growled, narrowing my eyes.

Marah gulped- literally gulped- and replied softly, "Its, um, Gaelic, I think."

I snorted. "You think?"

James was silent until now. "Yeah, you two are acting weird. But saying that you think a language you're incredibly fluent in is Gaelic is like me saying I think the earth is round."

I tugged on the neck of my shirt as I frowned. "Wait. You two could be just trying to freak us out. Marah," I addressed him and he looked up at me, worrying his lip. "If you're telling the truth, tell me your most inner thought about me."

He put a hand on my cheek as he stared at me, a loving look filling his beautiful eyes. "Tha thu bòidheach," he murmured, slowly dragging his hand across my jawline, caressing me with his voice and hands. "tha gaol agam ort."

Mark gasped, and glared at Marah. "Why did you say that?!" He seethed, his voice low. Marah, in turn, glared at him in reply. "Because she wanted the truth, Markus."

"Listen up, Marah Pheronice Chambers, if you wanna play that game, I'm all for it." He set his jaw, his eyes a very fiery color.

I watched Marah's face go from chill to beast. He was mad.

"Oh, really?" He asked, eyeing him. "Two can play that game, J'Markus Tiarnaan McKee."

My jaw dropped when I saw Mark's face turn completely red.

"Did you really just go there?" He asked, eyeing Marah up and down.

I interrupted the both of them. "Listen up, weirdos, I would honestly prefer it if you calm the f*ck down. Now, Marah Pheronice Chambers, if that is your real name, I would love it if you would tell me everything. Like, now."

Marah's jaw dropped, and Mark swore. "D*mn it, Marah, its a named command."

Marah's face went sheet white as he nodded, gulping. "Y-yeah, J'Markus, it is."

I raised an eyebrow, gesturing for him to begin. Marah cleared his throat before he began.

"I am a four hundred and sevemteen year old faerie, stuck in the middle of a war between the Seelie and Unseelie court. I'm undercover, spying on the Unseelie court, seeing as I am pretty high up in the system in my court- the Seelie court. I'm very valuable to both courts. I'm the firstborn child of the king of the Unseelie court, King Tiberion. I was traded for a peace treaty a good two hundred years ago. Long story short, I am the peace treaty, the Unseelie court is starting a war with us and... Yeah, that's it."