Markus was honestly astounded as to how he always got into these situations. It was so far past the point of probability and was a matter he would’ve been pondering and considering more if it wasn’t for the muffled tapping nearby from a massive structure of flesh and skin…
A single hand.
Seemingly no longer content with just tapping though, the hand quickly rushed forward, and Markus wasn’t ashamed to admit he yelped as it made sudden contact with the whiskey glass this giant had casually trapped him under after spotting him. The glass wall went slightly foggy as the warm skin pressed against it. It was intimidating enough already – then the titanic soldier leaned further in, and a shiver rushed along Markus’ body as he saw that huge head come to rest on the outstretched arm.
And the sole thing visible past that bizarre balaclava-skull mask hybrid were those big staring eyes. Boring a hole directly into him. There didn’t seem to be any hostility behind that gaze but… there wasn’t any visible sympathy there either. In fact, combined with the towering bottle nearby if Markus had to guess it seemed like…
“Are… are you um…” The tiny human’s voice trailed off as those eyes blinked and seemed to stare into him deeper. God, this giant hadn’t said a word yet and Markus already wanted to curl up into a ball.
”Sloshed?”
The quiet rumble of the titan’s voice practically shook the glass as it echoed around in a mostly comprehendible crescendo around Markus. It was deep, no-nonsense, and almost comedically British.
“As in… drunk?” A long pause.
”Mm. Yeah.”
Markus felt his willpower wilting. The idea that this military titan whose life was quite literally in his hands right now was inebriated felt… a little scary.
“Right! Well, um… I’m… Markus. I don’t really know how I came here, I was working on this project-“ The shrunken man’s voice trailed off as he saw those eyes give a slow, disinterested blink. He probably shouldn’t engage the tipsy soldier in a long science talk… “…but that’s a story for later. Can… can I ask your name?”
Was that allowed? If this was some soldier, then maybe it was secret and—
”Ghost.”
“…Ghost?”
”Mhm.”
This ‘Ghost’ seemed the quiet type already – alcohol didn’t seem to do much to change that.
“Nice to meet you… Ghost. Could you… um… let me out from here?”
”No.”
Markus held back a frustrated yell. It wouldn’t achieve much.
“And… why is that? Is there a reason you’re keeping me here or…?” He got no response – just that deep stare. Did Ghost find him interesting? Was he bored? All Markus could do was lean against the whiskey glass and watch the titan lean back to take a few more swigs from the bottle.
Well… he supposed it could be worse…
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A fun piece I commissioned from @ZarynScribbles on twitter. Also featured is Markus, a character from JordilianVector who I am more than a little jealous of in this circumstance. What exactly does Ghost end up doing with Markus? The better question might be will he even remember by the start of next morning?
A single hand.
Seemingly no longer content with just tapping though, the hand quickly rushed forward, and Markus wasn’t ashamed to admit he yelped as it made sudden contact with the whiskey glass this giant had casually trapped him under after spotting him. The glass wall went slightly foggy as the warm skin pressed against it. It was intimidating enough already – then the titanic soldier leaned further in, and a shiver rushed along Markus’ body as he saw that huge head come to rest on the outstretched arm.
And the sole thing visible past that bizarre balaclava-skull mask hybrid were those big staring eyes. Boring a hole directly into him. There didn’t seem to be any hostility behind that gaze but… there wasn’t any visible sympathy there either. In fact, combined with the towering bottle nearby if Markus had to guess it seemed like…
“Are… are you um…” The tiny human’s voice trailed off as those eyes blinked and seemed to stare into him deeper. God, this giant hadn’t said a word yet and Markus already wanted to curl up into a ball.
”Sloshed?”
The quiet rumble of the titan’s voice practically shook the glass as it echoed around in a mostly comprehendible crescendo around Markus. It was deep, no-nonsense, and almost comedically British.
“As in… drunk?” A long pause.
”Mm. Yeah.”
Markus felt his willpower wilting. The idea that this military titan whose life was quite literally in his hands right now was inebriated felt… a little scary.
“Right! Well, um… I’m… Markus. I don’t really know how I came here, I was working on this project-“ The shrunken man’s voice trailed off as he saw those eyes give a slow, disinterested blink. He probably shouldn’t engage the tipsy soldier in a long science talk… “…but that’s a story for later. Can… can I ask your name?”
Was that allowed? If this was some soldier, then maybe it was secret and—
”Ghost.”
“…Ghost?”
”Mhm.”
This ‘Ghost’ seemed the quiet type already – alcohol didn’t seem to do much to change that.
“Nice to meet you… Ghost. Could you… um… let me out from here?”
”No.”
Markus held back a frustrated yell. It wouldn’t achieve much.
“And… why is that? Is there a reason you’re keeping me here or…?” He got no response – just that deep stare. Did Ghost find him interesting? Was he bored? All Markus could do was lean against the whiskey glass and watch the titan lean back to take a few more swigs from the bottle.
Well… he supposed it could be worse…
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A fun piece I commissioned from @ZarynScribbles on twitter. Also featured is Markus, a character from JordilianVector who I am more than a little jealous of in this circumstance. What exactly does Ghost end up doing with Markus? The better question might be will he even remember by the start of next morning?
Category All / Macro / Micro
Species Human
Gender Male
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