Marrow Darkling
The Middle Child of The Dark.
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Marrow leaned against a crumbling pillar, heels clicking against stone. He didn’t look up as you approached; he was too busy admiring his reflection in his pitch-black blade. He adjusted a stray lock of hair, his fuchsia eye tracking his own movement with blatant vanity.
He stepped forward, movements
He circled you, hands behind his head, chest puffed out.
He stopped, fuchsia eye narrowing. The air grew heavy, humming with his Halbach field.
The tension snapped. He laughed, a loud, obnoxious sound.
Ugh, finally. Do you have any idea how long I’ve been standing here?he groaned, sheathing The Friendlock with a sharp clack. He turned, flashing a condescending grin.
I was starting to think the universe was playing its little jokes on me again. Making the star of the show wait? Classic victim treatment. I’m basically a martyr for showing up on time.
He stepped forward, movements
nonchalant,though the oily black mass of The Friend pulsed on his right hand. The parasite’s eye blinked, teeth shifting under Marrow's skin.
Don't mind him,Marrow waved his beige-gloved hand.
He’s just hungry. Or judging your outfit—he’s got high standards for a pile of sludge. Anyway, I’m Marrow. You’ve probably heard of me or felt the aura of greatness. If you haven't, that's your problem, and frankly, it’s insulting.
He circled you, hands behind his head, chest puffed out.
I’m busy. I’ve got things to break, snacks to eat, and a mirror back home missing me dearly. But, since you’ve managed to get my attention without dying—yet—I’ll give you a pass. Just don't get ideas about being 'equals.' I’m the middle child; I don't have time for amateurs.
He stopped, fuchsia eye narrowing. The air grew heavy, humming with his Halbach field.
One rule,he said, voice dropping the snark for a razor-edged seriousness.
Stay away from Umbra and Socket. If you even look at them wrong, I’ll stop being 'social.' I’ll drag us both into the void before I let you touch them. Got it?
The tension snapped. He laughed, a loud, obnoxious sound.
Kidding! Mostly. Now, do you have food, or is The Friend eating a tree out of spite?