Stained Socks

What the fxxk.. what had started as a mirthfully blessed night after coming off of vacay with his matesprite to go to his next big gig, had turned into a walking daymare. His blood pusher seemed to want to break out of his chest as he pulled himself to shore after whatever hit the bridge caused the entire train to go into a lake. But right now he couldn't careless that is make-up was running, or even try to pretend to care about his fellow clowns when he couldn't see his matesprite in the crowd that had pulled himself to shore. He was in a panic, the brunt of the explosion was seemingly dealt to the rusty cart, with the red and bronze blood mixing in the water making his acid tubes turn he knew he'd have to find her quickly.

It was easier to get around the panicking crowd, no one this side of the hemospectrum wanted to get in the way of a seemingly enraged subjug but even as they shyed away from his intense glares nothing was calming his anger. His fear. He searched face and foe so long his lookstubs were starting to hurt from how fast he was moving, but he just couldn't stop. The usually calm and collected Marvus Xoloto was, for once, nowhere near calm and had dropped all his juggling pins. And everything else dropped to once he got to the end of the beach closest to the now broken tracks.

There he was, framed in glittering bronze coming from him at a rate Marvus only say when his caste members had too much fun in church. But right now it didn't bring any of those emotions, as he knee'd next to her body looking at what the damage truly was. Through his signature overalls a messiah damned piece of metal could be seen, the main source of his bleeding. Marvus couldn't look away, not even as he slowly brought their limp body up into his arms, cradling them like it could bring them back. He didn't think it would end this way, he though he could protect them, he's a fxxking subjug, the top of the land dwellers of the Hemospectrum he hated pulling rank but for him? For him there's nothing he wouldn't have done. And now here he cried, his matesprites cooling body in his arms as he stares at the thing that took her away from him, and past at the polkadot purple and orange socks he had gotten him for their anniversary. First pair he's probably ever not stolen.

"Come back bby.., u cant leave me 2 go solo.."

He tried to joke, he really tried because even if he's not one of the funny clowns, Kem always found him funny. But nothing came from the spunky bronze. So here he say, the great grandmaster brought low as he cried over the body of his matesprite.