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Requiem Æternam [Part 2.1]
(Anonymous) 2015-07-13 07:02 am (UTC)(link)A/N: Cue face touching TO THE MAX. Also, I’m not sure if this requires a body horror warning, given that there isn’t technically a body involved and I don’t think it’s really very horrific, but maybe better safe than sorry?
Foggy came to with his head cushioned on someone’s lap, a hand stroking through his hair, and the most surreal sense of being removed from his body. “Please say I’m actually dead this time,” he mumbled blearily. The syllables blurred together from exhaustion enough that it came out sounding more like “Bleashay’m acshy dettime.”
If that was just a precursor, he wasn’t sure if he would survive—well—dying.
A familiar laugh rumbled overhead. “You’re actually dead this time,” Matt confirmed fondly. “Congratulations. That was the most excruciating thing you’ll ever feel.”
Thank god. “Tha’shing lingeedle, lynger.” (Read: “That was nothing like a needle, you lying liar.”)
“Would you rather I said it was like being peeled out of your body, smashed through several glass walls, and drowned?” Matt asked drily. “It seemed like an appropriate occasion for a white lie.”
Foggy didn’t respond, although it wasn’t because he didn’t agree. He was just having a little bit of trouble figuring out where his parts ended and where the rest of the world began. His legs felt weird. His face felt weird. His everything felt weird.
The hand resumed stroking through his hair. “Don’t force the transition too hard. You’re going to be out of sorts for a while,” Matt warned him. “It took you the Earthly equivalent of three weeks to wake up.”
“Three—” Foggy wheezed, sitting up sharply.
He tried to sit up, at any rate. Part of him did indeed rise, but part of him… did not.
“Don’t look down,” Matt warned quickly.
Like that ever worked.
“H’oh shit!” Foggy slurred when he saw his body. His very glowy, very translucent, and very, very shapeless body.
Matt swore quietly. At least Foggy thought he was swearing; the sound was more like a distant clap of thunder under a layer of swarming insects. “Foggy. Foggy, it’s okay. You’ll start firming up over the next few hours,” he explained urgently as Foggy buzzed with panic. When Foggy opened his mouth, Matt clapped a hand over it so his protest was muffled by warm skin. “Most souls are a little rough around the edges when they first wake up. Don’t freak out.”
“I’m a ghost! I’m a puddle of a ghost!” Foggy freaked out against Matt’s palm, grabbing for his friend in a panic as he oozed about. He half expected to go right through him despite the way Matt was obviously proving any notions of incorporeality false, but his hands connected. Trembled, even, as he gripped the demon’s arm.
At least this explained why his everything felt weird. Come to think of it, it probably had something to do with why his words had been coming out so messed up; he probably hadn’t had lips. On the plus side, he was speaking normally now.
“You’re not a ghost,” Matt stated firmly, covering Foggy’s hands with one of his. “Ghosts are damaged, vengeful souls trapped on Earth, unable to Ascend or Descend. You’re an intact soul; you’re just not used to the way things work down here yet. Once both your conscious and subconscious minds get used to this version of reality, your body will solidify on its own.”
“Couldn’t you have given me a little warning?!”
Matt shook his head. “Each Descent is different. When a soul first enters the Rivers, it’s just dispersed spirit particles. They come together quickly enough, reforming into the way the people saw themselves in life, but bits and pieces tend to follow the currents into the other four Rivers. What a soul will or won’t remember and which emotions and memories will be strongest just depend. Whether or not you would have been willing to leave the River was debatable.”
He paused to take a shuddered breath. “But you were. You did. It took two days to make sure I had all of you, but you came with me,” he continued quietly. “All of you came with me. I made sure not a single piece was lost.”
Foggy swallowed. He wasn’t sure what he was swallowing, since he no longer seemed to contain water or need air, but the gesture was reflexive. “Lost? Lost where?”
“You were particularly keen on the River Lethe,” Matt replied. Foggy finally noticed how tense his voice sounded. “Forgetfulness.”
Foggy felt weak at the knees. Given that he didn’t really have knees at the moment, it was quite an accomplishment. “Oh my god. Hades really is a thing?”
Matt shrugged. “Hades, Hell, Naraka, sheol, the afterlife, even purgatory—they’re all variations on the same: an existence after mortal death that isn’t Above. Parts of them are all around here somewhere. I’ll give you the grand tour whenever you’re ready.”
Shaking, Foggy sank against Matt. “Give me a moment,” he pleaded. “I—I swear I’ll want to know more, but I need a second. Just to process this.”
Matt hugged him carefully. Foggy bit back an alarmed cry as he felt more of his body solidify where they touched. “Take all the time you need,” Matt murmured against Foggy’s hair—which, weirdly, felt completely whole. Then again, he had woken up to Matt stroking it. If there was something about contact with a demon that made his body rematerialize faster, it made sense.
“A second, a minute, a year, another ten years,” Matt soothed, arms tightening around him. “It doesn’t matter. Time doesn’t mean anything anymore. We’re home.”
**
It didn’t take ten years, or even one year. It did, however, take more than a few minutes for Foggy to calm down and get his thoughts back into working order.
Once he did, he drew away and struggled to sit up on his own. His midsection was still pretty floppy and his lower body was useless, but under Matt’s sympathetic back stroking, his spine seemed to be fairly functional again. Or… whatever spirit matter was forming what his brain was convinced was a spine, anyway. Souls didn’t have bones, did they? How did this whole thing even work? Was there a Hell Physics 101? Aphysics? Death for Dummies?
Matt’s hands clenched and occasionally jerked as if he was holding himself back from manhandling Foggy upright himself, probably out of some respectful bullshit about giving him space or letting him do it on his own. Foggy appreciated the thought, but it wasn’t really helping at the moment.
“This is incredibly annoying,” he blurted out. “And I have a thousand things I’m going to want to ask you, and every answer is probably going to exponentially increase the number of questions, and I’m a little ticked that you didn’t give me a little warning even if you weren’t sure I’d remember, but—can I be really inappropriate right now and ask you to just fucking touch me already?”
Matt’s eyebrows arched high above his round, red lenses. After a moment, he gave a watery smile. “You made that connection quickly.”
“Yeah, well, it was sort of hard to miss my ectoplasm hardening into skin,” Foggy muttered uncomfortably. “I mean, you’re free to say no if it makes you uncomfortable, but if demons have some sort of transmutative ability, it’d be really useful right now.”
“Not… all demons,” Matt said slowly in the sort of tone that told Foggy he was hiding something. Given that everything about being dead was one big question mark at the moment, though, Foggy wasn’t terribly arsed about it. “It’s sort of a specialty of mine. And it’s soul matter, not ectoplasm. I wouldn’t be uncomfortable at all, but are you sure? It’s not too invasive?”
“You pulled my soul out of the Styx, Matt. I really don’t care if you get a little handsy at the moment. I just want to be able to sit up,” Foggy grumbled. “It’s not like I’m not asking you to stick your face in my liver and kiss it better so I can go drink my sorrows away.”
Matt went very still.
Foggy stared at him. “You… want to stick your face in my liver? Wait, do I still have a liver? Can I still get drunk?”
Wincing, Matt shook his head. “Sorry, I was just… nevermind. You’ll have a liver if you see yourself as having a liver. Inebriation is possible, but our substances of choice are largely different from what you ate and drank as a human.”
“And you want to stick your face in my liver,” Foggy repeated.
Matt sighed. “No, I don’t want to stick my face in your liver,” he assured. “If you’re really okay with it, though, I wouldn’t mind helping you solidify.”
Foggy silently cheered. “Great! Best news I’ve heard so far this unlifetime. Have at, buddy.”
Smiling, Matt raised his hands. “This is going to be weird,” he warned as he pressed them to Foggy’s hairline and began to move.
“Whoa,” was the only response Foggy could give.
[FILL] Requiem Æternam [Part 2.2]
(Anonymous) 2015-07-13 07:04 am (UTC)(link)They eased down his throat, and rather than feeling choked or threatened, Foggy felt like he could breathe again. They spread across his shoulders and down his arms, and even the parts that were already solid sparked with improved feeling. They rolled over his chest, and if Foggy weren’t dead, he’d swear his heart was pounding. They slid down his stomach and up his sides, and it was beginning to feel less like transmutation and more like sculpture. Matt was sculpting him, like something precious—something beautiful.
Matt moved away then, shuffling over to be able to reach Foggy’s lower body. He waved a hand up the soul puddle, and it neatly parted like the Red Sea. He crouched down between the puddles and placed his hands on Foggy’s hips—and hot damn, Foggy was not going to get that image out of his head anytime this century—and dragged them down to coax the spirit matter into thighs. Knees. Calves.
Oh, god, Matt was rubbing his ankles. He was forming his toes. And now, he was sliding back up.
Foggy seriously considered hyperventilating.
At least the feeling of his body coming together was strange and surreal enough that he couldn’t quite develop an incriminatingly embarrassing reaction. Then again, he didn’t exactly have blood anymore. (Or did he?) Plus, there was the very polite fact that Matt had put off making his dick for last. What a sweetheart, sparing him the possibility of an awkward post-mortem boner.
Matt hovered over him, and Foggy desperately ignored his own nudity in favour of a tight laugh. “Wow. Huh. That was—”
“Shhh,” Matt hushed, pulling off his glasses and tossing them aside. There was no clatter indicative of a fall; they simply disappeared into the air. This wasn’t surprising—it wasn’t the first time Foggy’d seen him conjure up or vanish objects—but what was surprising was the way Matt leaned down until he held himself just over Foggy’s heart.
He pressed his open mouth to Foggy’s chest and exhaled.
The sheer intensity of the sensations that slammed into Foggy chased all embarrassment or arousal away. Whatever he thought he’d been feeling before—whatever he thought he’d ever felt on Earth—was laughable compared to the overwhelming bombardment of stimuli now. He could feel the cold stone and dirt beneath his back, but he could also feel heat rocking beneath them. He could feel the flutter of Matt’s suit jacket, not because it touched his skin, but because the air bounced back at him in small, swaying arches. He could feel the individual cells at the very center of his body still coming together, finishing up making him whole.
He could also feel bodies all around them. They kept their distance but moved around in a way that said they were definitely paying attention. They were tense, worked up, excited, but he couldn’t tell if it was a good excitement or a bad one.
He could feel Matt’s heart pounding, faster than he liked but not to the level of the beings watching them. It was steady and sure and strong. It sped up when Foggy’s spiked in alarm, but slowed in relief as Foggy’s settled down.
He could feel the general shape and size of the cavern they were in. He could feel the air currents, and he could taste the messages they carried of skin and blood and clammy, wet warmth, metal, rock, fire.
So, so much fire.
The feelings quieted. They didn’t quite return to the pale mockery of sensation that had been Foggy’s only frame of reference before, but they were no longer as suffocating.
After his head stopped spinning, Foggy pushed himself upright. He stared down at himself as he tried to sort what to ask first. He wiggled his toes for good measure. He let out a sigh. “Awesome. What the fuck, but awesome. You wouldn’t happen to have—”
A moment later, Foggy was wearing clothes. They weren’t his clothes—black slacks, black t-shirt—but then again, it wasn’t like the blind guy could conjure up a reasonable facsimile of someone else’s Aerosmith tee. And hey, at least he wasn’t in a toga or something. Not that he really had any right to complain either way; at least he wasn’t locked in an iron maiden or positioned in a guillotine.
Yet.
Matt interrupted his spike of fear with a nudge. “Stop worrying. You’re going to be fine,” he promised again.
“Uh-huh.”
“Foggy.”
This time, there was a clear note of command in Matt’s voice, and Foggy found himself jerking to attention without meaning to. He was dimly aware of the figures around them scrambling, but he stopped paying attention when Matt leaned forward and cupped his face. “Listen to me. When I say you’re going to be fine, I mean you’re going to be fine. You’re not going to be disemboweled by Hellhounds. You’re not going to burn for all eternity. You’re not going to be drowned, or lacerated, or lashed. Your heart’s not going to be devoured. At no point is anyone going to touch you unless you want them to. You are safe here, and if anyone so much as looks at you the wrong way, you come straight to me. Understood?”
Foggy nodded as well as he could while Matt held onto him. It was all he could do when his grasp of speech wasn’t entirely there.
Midway through his rant, Matt’s voice had changed. It got louder, firmer, sharper, shifting the way Matt’s body language did when he became Daredevil into a simmering threat of violence. It wasn’t just his tone, though; the very syllables rolled off in an entirely different, and entirely inhuman, fashion.
His voiceless fricatives hissed a warning, with “Hellhounds” bringing to mind the smoke of a dying bonfire. His nasals were hot and moist and almost toxic. Half of his velar consonants were a growl from deep in his throat, and his vowels were like knives slicing through the air. “Devoured” sent shivers down his entire body, and he wasn’t sure if they were the good or bad kind or a blend of both; “disemboweled” was a particularly vicious-sounding word.
Silence hung heavily in the air. Foggy realized that he was gaping. “Okay. Uh. Yes. First, yes, got it, understood. Second, what was that you just did? And third, what was the thing before that?”
Matt relaxed.
Switching his grip from Foggy’s face to his arm, Matt stood and pulled Foggy up with him. “The second and third things are related. I’ll explain everything. Let’s walk while I do, though. There’s so much I’ve been waiting to show you.”
Foggy was confused, a little overwhelmed, more than a little alarmed, and just a tad annoyed at all of the secrecy. Even so, he couldn’t help but smile. Sure, he was dead, and he was in Hell, and that sucked. But this was Matt’s home. Matt was still with him. Matt had come for him. Matt was an age-old demon bartering souls on the daily, but he was also the guy Foggy’d spent the last ten years living out his life with, and Matt was still looking out for him.
Foggy knew he’d follow Matt anywhere.
“Okay,” he agreed simply, bumping Matt playfully. “Show me your world. I’m dying to see it.”
(A/N: This was another one of those scenes that ran away with me. SIGH. The way that still-alive Foggy was supposed to be around 1500 words and wound up being 5000, this was supposed to be like a three-paragraph blurb of Foggy waking up. Whoops...)
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(Anonymous) 2015-07-13 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)this is...I keep struggling to find the proper word for it. sensual? (my initial reaction was: FILTHY, OH MY GOD, I CAN'T BREATHE, IT'S NOT EVEN EXPLICITLY SEXUAL and yet i need a minute to compose myself?) but it's so physical and full of emotion and good lord, the tension!
and Matt, dangerous and crazy protective and loving foggy - oh, I could read that forever. ugh. UGH. this is SO GOOD.
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(Anonymous) 2015-07-13 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)Dangerous and crazy protective and loving Foggy... yup, describes Matt to a tee. ;)
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(Anonymous) 2015-07-14 02:13 am (UTC)(link)same anon here, to say: THIS. I missed this first go-around, but the way you link what Foggy's feeling to what Matt feels, canonically, with his crazy senses, here? OH MY GOD, author!anon, what a fucking clever idea, what a fantastic way to subtly show us how intimate this act is? um. i have SO MANY FEELINGS about this. :D
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(Anonymous) 2015-07-15 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Update is great!
Foggy came to with his head cushioned on someone’s lap, a hand stroking through his hair, and the most surreal sense of being removed from his body. “Please say I’m actually dead this time,” he mumbled blearily.
*shrieks into hands* This is a good start. : DDDDD
“H’oh shit!” Foggy slurred when he saw his body. His very glowy, very translucent, and very, very shapeless body.
OH GODS *hides under bed*
“You were particularly keen on the River Lethe,” Matt replied. Foggy finally noticed how tense his voice sounded. “Forgetfulness.”
*weeps*
Matt hugged him carefully. Foggy bit back an alarmed cry as he felt more of his body solidify where they touched. “Take all the time you need,” Matt murmured against Foggy’s hair—which, weirdly, felt completely whole. Then again, he had woken up to Matt stroking it. If there was something about contact with a demon that made his body rematerialize faster, it made sense.
That is creepy and also super cool. I love this.
“A second, a minute, a year, another ten years,” Matt soothed, arms tightening around him. “It doesn’t matter. Time doesn’t mean anything anymore. We’re home.”
Whoa there, Matt, dial it back a bit.
Matt’s hands clenched and occasionally jerked as if he was holding himself back from manhandling Foggy upright himself, probably out of some respectful bullshit about giving him space or letting him do it on his own. Foggy appreciated the thought, but it wasn’t really helping at the moment.
Oh Matt. Holding back on touching Foggy and REALLY wanting to touch Foggy awwwwwww.
“Not… all demons,” Matt said slowly in the sort of tone that told Foggy he was hiding something.
Ahahahahaha. Prince of Lies, my ass.
“You pulled my soul out of the Styx, Matt. I really don’t care if you get a little handsy at the moment. I just want to be able to sit up,” Foggy grumbled. “It’s not like I’m not asking you to stick your face in my liver and kiss it better so I can go drink my sorrows away.”
Matt went very still.
Foggy stared at him. “You… want to stick your face in my liver?
Matt that’s a bit much.
Smiling, Matt raised his hands. “This is going to be weird,” he warned as he pressed them to Foggy’s hairline and began to move.
What about this isn’t?
They eased down his throat, and rather than feeling choked or threatened, Foggy felt like he could breathe again.
This is beautiful.
I love how Foggy’s in Hell and the first thing Matt HAS to do is rub his hands all over Foggy’s body.
Plus, there was the very polite fact that Matt had put off making his dick for last. What a sweetheart, sparing him the possibility of an awkward post-mortem boner.
Fun fact those are called “angel lust.” FUN FACT.
“Shhh,” Matt hushed, pulling off his glasses and tossing them aside. There was no clatter indicative of a fall; they simply disappeared into the air.
NICE.
He could also feel bodies all around them. They kept their distance but moved around in a way that said they were definitely paying attention. They were tense, worked up, excited, but he couldn’t tell if it was a good excitement or a bad one.
WAR BOY DEMONS! YAAAAAAAYYYYY!
And hey, at least he wasn’t in a toga or something. Not that he really had any right to complain either way; at least he wasn’t locked in an iron maiden or positioned in a guillotine.
Yet.
Matt interrupted his spike of fear with a nudge. “Stop worrying. You’re going to be fine,” he promised again.
“Uh-huh.”
“Foggy.”
*incoherent noises of delight*
Midway through his rant, Matt’s voice had changed. It got louder, firmer, sharper, shifting the way Matt’s body language did when he became Daredevil into a simmering threat of violence. It wasn’t just his tone, though; the very syllables rolled off in an entirely different, and entirely inhuman, fashion.
His voiceless fricatives hissed a warning, with “Hellhounds” bringing to mind the smoke of a dying bonfire. His nasals were hot and moist and almost toxic. Half of his velar consonants were a growl from deep in his throat, and his vowels were like knives slicing through the air. “Devoured” sent shivers down his entire body, and he wasn’t sure if they were the good or bad kind or a blend of both; “disemboweled” was a particularly vicious-sounding word.
Oh hell yeah, Devil speak that you can FEEL. YESSSSSSS.
Foggy knew he’d follow Matt anywhere.
To hell and b… oh.
“Okay,” he agreed simply, bumping Matt playfully. “Show me your world. I’m dying to see it.”
Oh gods Foggy, the PUNS. I love you. So does Matt.
(A/N: This was another one of those scenes that ran away with me. SIGH. The way that still-alive Foggy was supposed to be around 1500 words and wound up being 5000, this was supposed to be like a three-paragraph blurb of Foggy waking up. Whoops…)
No complaints from me! Take as much time as you like with this!
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(Anonymous) 2015-07-16 04:23 pm (UTC)(link)Matt failing at lying is one of my favourite things in the universe. :D
I love how Foggy’s in Hell and the first thing Matt HAS to do is rub his hands all over Foggy’s body.
--- Ikr? To be fair, Foggy's the one who asked him to - Matt nobly resisted. He just got his hands all up in Foggy's hair while he was out. ;)
Fun fact those are called “angel lust.” FUN FACT.
--- Wait REALLY?!!
WAR BOY DEMONS! YAAAAAAAYYYYY!
--- YUP! WAR BOYS INCOMIIIIING. :D
Oh hell yeah, Devil speak that you can FEEL. YESSSSSSS.
--- My linguistics boner is showing. ;_;
Foggy knew he’d follow Matt anywhere.
To hell and b… oh.
“Okay,” he agreed simply, bumping Matt playfully. “Show me your world. I’m dying to see it.”
Oh gods Foggy, the PUNS. I love you. So does Matt.
--- Yeah, I got a little punny there at the end. ;D
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(Anonymous) 2015-07-18 04:18 am (UTC)(link)I'm glad the creepy body shit was okay with you. :D I was apprehensive about the whole scene at first and nearly cut it - it was NOT meant to be a scene in and of itself, just a blurb! - but ugh, I can't shut up. XD
I loved it!
Please keep rambling, it's so much fun. All the details are exquisite.
Matt failing at lying is one of my favourite things in the universe. :D
It's one of mine too.
--- Ikr? To be fair, Foggy's the one who asked him to - Matt nobly resisted. He just got his hands all up in Foggy's hair while he was out. ;)
I can't blame him, that golden hair is lovely. I love men with long hair when they maintain it.
--- Wait REALLY?!!
Yes. Angel lust. I am full of weird inappropriate facts.
--- YUP! WAR BOYS INCOMIIIIING. :D
YAAAAAAAAAAY! WITNESS! WITNESS!
--- My linguistics boner is showing. ;_;
I'm fine with it. : D
--- Yeah, I got a little punny there at the end. ;D
Combating stress with humor makes sense to me.
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(Anonymous) 2017-02-22 04:22 pm (UTC)(link)I do hope to finish this fic, as it was an awesome prompt and very fun to write. My life just currently consists of 50 hour work weeks plus two studio classes, so sadly, fandom has become something I lurk instead of participate in these days. Once summer comes around, I hope to have more free time again, as I'll be out of class. ♥
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(Anonymous) 2017-02-22 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)Oh wow, it's understandable that you haven't updated, then! Good luck with your work and classes - I'll wait.
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