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Post by marcus on Feb 9, 2010 1:05:45 GMT -5
It was daylight for once. The sun hung high in the sky, casting its bright rays down through the blue sky, dimming only for the passing of a few clouds here and there, but besides that the sky was flawless. He blinked a few times as he took off the sunglasses he was wearing, letting his eyes adjust to the light. Ever since the abandoned house, his sleep patterns had been off, causing him to sleep all day and stay up all night, but Sienna had finally kicked his butt into the right pattern, though he didn't dare step outside for the first few days.
But here he was now, dark coat on, dark jeans, dark shoes. He was trying his best not to be noticed, but it seemed Sienna's ex-fiance had the same taste in dark clothing as him, so he was stuck in an all black mix. His skin was pale in the sunlight, giving it a nice sort of ghostly glow to it, but he wasn't in bad shape, actually he was in better shape then he had been all his life. His muscles were toned now, and he was a little more slender, but masculine all the same. His hair had become darker and wilder, once being shaggy around his ears, now shaggy all over, filling in his head nicely. His clammy hands rested firmly in the coat pockets, fiddling around softly with the pack of cigarettes in one hand, and the lighter in the other. He wouldn't smoke just yet, at least not here anyways.
He walked trough the damp pub softly, gliding through the people as if he were on air, making his way to the back of the building. Once there, he took the lighter and pack of cigarettes out of his pockets, pulling a cigarette from the pack, and sticking it to his lips. He rose the lighter to the bricks, tapping it in three different places, then took a step back, lighting the cigarette with the flame he had produced in the end of the movements. The bricks whirled around, clanking here and there as they produced the archway into the famous Diagon Alley, the place where Mr. Potter once showed his ass many times. He took a drag off the cigarette, then placed it between index and middle, and carried on into the crowd of people.
The boy kept making slight movements to his jacket pocket, trying to feel for the wand that he once called his own, but his memory had left him those nights in the house, and all he could remember was that he had stabbed it into the back of tree, for what reason, he didn't know, nor cared to find out. He lifted the cigarette back up to his lips, catching another drag, and then exhaling, letting the smoke billow out from his lips.
The cold, green eyes in their sockets scanned the area he was walking, his hand flicking ashes down by his side where he held the cigarette when not in use. That's when he saw her, a vague image of his past. A mix of brown hair and brown eyes, the soft scent of lavender and chocolate. The cold heart of his sank lower than humanly possible, and he began to pick up his pace, trying is best to leave the scene before he was notice.
It was too late though, and the venom of paranoia sank deep within the back of his skull. He could literally feel the chocolate eyes locked onto the back of his head, and his ears started to pick up the faint sound of her clicking feet growing faster, trying to keep up with his long strides.
Notes!: Hope its good, it got late on me real fast xD
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Post by adrienne on Feb 9, 2010 15:14:47 GMT -5
 --- it’s a bad trip on a sinking ship ,.[/color][/size] WHERE NO ONE SEEMS RESPONSIBLE [/font][/size][/center][/b] Adrienne had been taking advantage of the short weekend home with her family. Though it had been twisting Robert's arm to get him to let her go for the weekend, a few whispered, dirty words of what she would do to him when she returned eventually convinced him.
Her heels clicked over the cobblestone streets as she walked, her hands tucked deep in the pockets of her coat, and her head bowed. Gods, what had she become? She wasn't half the woman she used to be. She had been reduced to a whore, making trashy promises to her Headmaster in order to get away for a weekend; promises that she most likely would keep if he asked her to.
She slipped into the first pub she could find, needing a hard drink. She ordered a brandy, and was about halfway through it, when something caught her eye. Dark hair, entrancing eyes, a long, lean form. He may be much paler now, but there he was, clear as day: Marcus. But at the same time....he wasn't. This Marcus was wild...mad...He wasn't the Marcus he had been when he left Hogwarts...
He had noticed her.
And now he was trying to get away from her.
She watched him try to get away and she was on her feet in a moment, downing the rest of her drink, and paying for it before following after him. Her heels clicked gently over the ground, and only when she was close enough, did she say his name. "Marcus." She called softly, knowing no one besides her would pay attention.
She caught up with him after a moment and, hesitantly, reached a hand out to gently touch his arm. "Marcus, please, don't walk away."
tagged adrienne outfit here notes its fine, dear, promise. credit Adrienne (aka NICOLE) made this nonsense. Give credit where credit is due.
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Post by marcus on Feb 9, 2010 15:36:14 GMT -5
The cobbled stone street gave of a soft slicking pat each time his feet hit the ground, now going at a little bit of a faster rate than they had moments before. He could still hear the soft clicking sounds of the girls shoes behind him, now growing faster and faster. He knew at this point there would be no losing her unless he broke out in a run, but with the way the streets were crowded today that would be impossible and draw more attention to him. His muscles contracted, making him slow down a bit.
The air grew thick as he tried to breathe, feeling as if swallowing a thick drink into his lungs. This was when her voice cut through the air, making it cool, but thick. A very odd combination. She was saying his name, the name he never wanted anyone to say aloud in public. He kept his back turned to her, back straight, raising the cigarette to his lips and taking a hard drag off it.
Now she was caught up, and he could feel her hand out onto his arm, trying to get his attention, asking him not to walk away. He chuckled a bit at this, blowing out little puffs of smoke. He cocked his head to the side as he walked with her behind him, pushing through the crowd softly. "I'm sorry Miss. You must have me confused with someone else." He tried to hide his accent the best he could, but the Boy's voice couldn't manage it and it came out as thick as ever. He turned his head back and continued to press on through the crowd, knowing that she wouldn't give up that easily.
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Post by adrienne on Feb 9, 2010 15:48:23 GMT -5
--- it’s a bad trip on a sinking ship ,. [/color][/size] WHERE NO ONE SEEMS RESPONSIBLE [/font][/size][/center][/b] Adrienne sighed as he continued walking, blowing her off. She knew exactly who it was, she was never one to forget a face. And, when he spoke, she was sure of it. She never forgot voices. She could tell he was trying to disguise it, but she knew better. This was Marcus, even if she hadn't seen him since he had comforted her in the common room.
She withdrew her hand. "I know exactly who you are, Marcus Jay Harding, don't take me for a fool." Her French accented voice commanded, her hand reaching out once more to grasp a full hand of his jacket, not letting go. "I don't know where the Hell you've been, but you look a mess." He continued through the crowd, as if wanting to get away from her. Deep in her heart, it hurt.
Kelsey was angry with her, no matter how much the younger girl denied it. She knew that she was angry, and why shouldn't she be? She had caught her in the act, with her father. All of her friends had turned their backs on her, and she was alone. Marcus was all she had left...she needed him.
"Marcus...please...not you too." She begged softly, brokenly. She loosened her grip on his jacket slightly, stopping. "Everyone else had turned their back on me...not you too..."
tagged marcus outfit here notes its fine, dear, promise. credit Adrienne (aka NICOLE) made this nonsense. Give credit where credit is due.
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Post by marcus on Feb 9, 2010 16:18:29 GMT -5
She didn't give up, just like he had sadly hoped deep down inside himself, though he would never fully admit it to her nor himself. He continued to walk, the clicks of her heels now in unison with the swishes of her Vans as they hit the stone streets. His green eyes glanced around the place, now looking for some sort of exit off the main road, but so far all the other roads were just as packed. Sighing a bit, he took the cigarette back to his lips now getting another drag from it.
The hand withdrew from his arm and he felt the skin under the jacket grow cold once again. Maybe she would give up? He pressed on, his eyes still looking around the place for an escape, but none still. Her voice broke the air again, this time heavily French accented like he had known from their time in the common room. She spoke his name again and now grabbed a handful of the jacket he wore, scorning him for taking her as a fool. He chuckled wildly a bit more and spoke again. "I'm really sorry Miss, but a fool is what you have found I guess." The cigarette went back to his lips and he took another soft drag.
Then there it was, the small little alley that was dark enough not to be noticed, but light enough to see ones face in front of the other. She was begging now and it kinda amused him in a way. He ignored her and pressed on, feeling the grip loosen on the jacket. Taking a left turn he disappeared out of sight and into the crowd, but slowly back tracked behind her. He felt rage, fear, lust, and many different emotions that he hadn't felt in what seemed years, instantly taking over his body. His pale hand then reached out and grabbed her, snatching her in one fluid motion from the streets and into the alley.
He was panting, but didn't realize it, as he tossed the girl against the stone wall of a shop that made up the alley. He pressed his forearm against her, keeping her there as his wild, green eyes traced her over. "You are not to speak of me on the streets, nor mention you saw me ever. Got it?" His teeth were clenched together and he seemed highly pissed off. The expression softened as he let her go, taking the cigarette to his lips and getting another drag.
Marcus now stood in front of her, though he was a changed man now. He took the cigarette from his lips and placed it to her own as he had done a few months back. "So, how are you?" He said, acting like the past few moments had never happened in his life.
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Post by adrienne on Feb 9, 2010 22:31:44 GMT -5
--- it’s a bad trip on a sinking ship ,.[/color][/size] WHERE NO ONE SEEMS RESPONSIBLE [/font][/size][/center][/b] Adrienne sighed, finally giving up. “Fine. Act as if I never existed. That’s fine.” Her voice hardened significantly and she stepped back, away from him, continuing walking. She watched as he disappeared into the crowd, and she continued walking, until a hand darted out and grabbed her. She nearly screamed, feeling herself being pulled into a side alley. She nearly fell, thrown off balance in her heels, until she was pressed, hard, into the stone wall of the shop next to them.
She felt herself being pressed into the wall, and she looked up, to see Marcus standing over her. He was panting, and Adrienne nearly moaned as his eyes traced over her. So many emotions were playing in his crazy, green eyes: rage, fear, lust, so much more. She leaned into him gently, trying to get more comfortable where she stood. She nodded in understanding to his words. “Oui.” She replied, nodding.
She watched him take the cigarette from his lips and bring it down to her own. Her red stained lips opened to allow it inside. She inhaled the smoke, allowing the nicotine to flood her senses. She pulled back for a moment, allowing him to have his cigarette back, and exhaled the smoke slowly. “Do you honestly want the answer to that question?” She asked softly, arching a brow.
She brought her arms up so one could wrap around him in an awkward hug, as the other was still held to the wall. “I missed you, Marcus.” She confessed against his chest, breathing slowly.
tagged adrienne outfit here notes its fine, dear, promise. credit Adrienne (aka NICOLE) made this nonsense. Give credit where credit is due.
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Post by marcus on Feb 9, 2010 22:43:43 GMT -5
Her scream thrilled him slightly, his mind still playing it softly in his head though she was silent for the time being. He stood there for a moment as his mind filled with images of them before, retracing the steps of the history they had shared, though it was little, but still important to the matter. He saw the common room, filled with her mascara running tears, and the hugs they had shared on the couch. Images of the hallway flooded his mind and he smiled a bit at it, then his head snapped instantly back to reality. He wasn't crazy, just thoughtful.
Marcus' cold eyes glazed over her face as he watched her inhale the sweet smoke from the cigarette he placed in her lips. She was a lot prettier than he remembered, though at the same time he had been locked up for so long everything seemed prettier than usual. There was still that pull deep in his skull though, but he chose to ignore it as she leaned back in giving him the cigarette, which he instantly took and placed to his own lips, tasting her sweet lips once again. Her voice cut the air softly as he took his drag, placing the cigarette back in hand, and flicking ashes out beside him.
"I wish you would." He told her truthfully as they stood there for a moment. His eyes flickered to the muscles in her arms, seeing the chain reaction of commands causing her to raise an arm up to give him a hug. Her voice rang out again as she did so. She missed him? Actually missed him? There was no way. He was dead to Hogwarts, no one cared. He leaned into the hug, wrapping his own free hand and arm around her back pulling her into his body, hugging her. "I've missed you too."
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Post by adrienne on Feb 9, 2010 22:55:54 GMT -5
--- it’s a bad trip on a sinking ship ,.[/color][/size] WHERE NO ONE SEEMS RESPONSIBLE [/font][/size][/center][/b] Adrienne breathed softly, allowing him to hold her. Her hand ran up to wrap around his neck, her hand resting at the bottom of his hair. She nuzzled his chest, just at his collar bone, and inhaled. She inhaled the familiar scent of cigarette smoke and pine, reminding her of the moments in the Slytherin common room she had spent nuzzled into his chest, much as she was now, crying until black trails lined her face and soaked the front of his shirt. She had missed it.
She pulled away after a moment and lifted her eyes to look up at him. Her arm that was not pinned to the wall came up and took his cigarette once more, taking a long draw on it and exhaling the smoke as the satisfying addiction teased her senses. She seriously did need to start smoking again. She then took it out of her mouth and gave it back to him, leaning into him once more.
“Things aren’t the same, Marcus. So much has changed. I don’t know who to trust anymore.” She breathed hard in his neck, turning her head to kiss his neck ever so gently.
tagged adrienne outfit here notes its fine, dear, promise. credit Adrienne (aka NICOLE) made this nonsense. Give credit where credit is due.
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Post by marcus on Feb 9, 2010 23:07:47 GMT -5
Cool chills wrapped up his spine like a snake as her arm trailed up his chest to his neck, wrapping around it softly, her hand resting at the tip of the shaggy hair that hung down his neck quite a ways. He had changed so much over the past few weeks, and the physical contact was killing him slowly, thoughts and pleasures leaking into his mind as if a drain for some God's desires.
Paranoia set in softly, and his eyes glance towards the entrance to the alley way, making sure that they weren't followed in. Adri was now pulling away and he looked down, his cold eyes locking with her warm chocolate ones. She took the cigarette from his own lips, fixing her little craving, and then placed it back into his owns, tasting her lips once more on the end. He took a soft drag off the end as she leaned back in to him once more.
Things weren't the same anymore. That's what she had stated to him as she leaned back into him. He could smell the sweet lavender scent off her hair as he rubbed her back softly, trying to provide the sort of comfort he had given her in their early days. He knew things weren't the same. Well, at least for him. His life had changed drastically, living off the welfare of a Ministry official, tracking down people and killing them off one by one for her. It was his life now, and he enjoyed the pleasure of it all.
Though the question was implanted into his skull as soon as she spoke the words. What was different in her life besides his absence and reappearance. Was there a death at the school? Had his leaving caused an uprising between his ex and Kelsey? His voice cut through the air, heavily accented, as he spoke his question.
"What's different besides me?"
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Post by adrienne on Feb 9, 2010 23:23:02 GMT -5
--- it’s a bad trip on a sinking ship ,. [/color][/size] WHERE NO ONE SEEMS RESPONSIBLE [/font][/size][/center][/b] She felt him rubbing her back and she tilted her head up a little more so her face was cradled in the juncture of his neck and shoulder. She nearly shuddered under his touch, as it had been so long since she had allowed someone to hold her as such. “Hogwarts isn’t magical like it used to be. It used to be my safe haven, now I hate it. I can’t wait to graduate it. All my friends have turned their backs on me, I don’t know what to do, Marcus. And now that you’re gone, there’s no one I can trust left to confide in.”
She leaned back out of his grasp to lean against the wall once more, her back gently resting there, still held by his grasp on her forearm. Her hand that had been wrapped around him reached down to grasp his hand firmly in her own, his so much larger and rougher than hers. He could easily break her hand, but she did not allow that thought to bother her. She thought Marcus wouldn’t break her hand, intentionally, at least.
She leaned up towards him and grasped his chin with her free hand. All her emotions she had been holding in for so long overwhelmed her, all the pain, the misery, the loss. She leaned up and in towards him, opening her lips and pressing them to his in a sweet, passionate kiss.
She allowed her lips to move against his for only a moment, gauging for a response, and stopping, simply pressing her lips against his. She pulled away after a moment. “Sorry.” She said softly, her eyes downcast and a blush rising over her cheeks.
tagged marcus outfit here notes none credit Adrienne (aka NICOLE) made this nonsense. Give credit where credit is due.
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Post by marcus on Feb 9, 2010 23:40:02 GMT -5
His pale hand kept up the tempo of rubbing her back softly, doubting she could feel the cold of his skin through her coat. His eyes glanced down, catching the soft locks of her hair moving slightly, feeling her move her face to his neck, placing it in the little cradle that harbored flesh and muscle. Her words rang out and pierced the the thoughts in his head. Hogwarts wasn't magical anymore. Marcus knew that feeling all to well. Everything seemed so off about that place, even before all the scandals had happened.
Adri moved away, Marcus' cold eyes watching as she leaned back against the wall. He took another drag off the cigarette before flicking it off to the side, the last hit nothing to satisfy him. His hand grasped her forearm softly, holding her in a suspended state while her own hand had made its way into his other hand. She was so much smaller than him, an easy kill. The thought crossed his mind mechanically, but he would never go through with that unless he had to, though he doubt that situation would occur.
Then, in the rush of a moment, his eyes caught her muscles flexing again as she pulled herself towards him, her hand grasping his chin. He leaned in a bit, feeling her hand kinda pull him towards him, and then her lips met his. It was pure bliss. The same chills he felt earlier wrapped around his spine once more, and all the emotions he felt at the beginning rushed over him in a wave.
Then it was over, and she was leaning back a bit, looking down and apologizing for the moment, her cheeks hot with blush. His free hand reached up to her chin, making her look up at him a bit, and then he leaned in giving her his own soft kiss. Merlin, did she taste like she did on the cigarette ends. He pulled away after a moment and smiled a very wild smile, his eyes glinting a bit in his wild state of mind. "Don't be m'dear."
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Post by adrienne on Feb 10, 2010 20:50:16 GMT -5
--- it’s a bad trip on a sinking ship ,. [/color][/size] WHERE NO ONE SEEMS RESPONSIBLE [/font][/size][/center][/b] Adrienne had never been one to blush. She was so self-assured, so confident, so flirtatious. Kissing had never made her blush before, ever. Usually, she only started blushing when the clothes came off. But right now, she felt like a child once more, like she had never done this before. Her heart was racing in her chest, her skin quivering under his hands, lost in the look of his eyes. He had not pushed her away, he had not act disgusted with her. In fact, his hand was under her chin, tilting her head up to look at him.
He leaned in and kissed her again, ever so soft and sweet. Her free hand pulled her to him, kissing him back, almost hesitantly. She was left panting and wanting more when he pulled away from her. She opened her eyes after a moment and looked at him, catching the wild smile and the mischievous glint in his eyes. She reached a hand up and ran it down the side of his face, tangling it in the ends of his long hair.
She leaned in and claimed his lips once more in a kiss. But this was far less hesitant, with far more passion. She knew she should not be doing this, but she couldn’t stop herself. What she needed right now was a friend, not a boyfriend. But Gods, he tasted like heaven, like he did on the ends of his cigarettes. It was addicting, like she could not get enough. She tried to pull her forearm from his grasp so she could wrap both of her arms around him and press herself fully to him without restraint.
tagged marcus outfit here notes none credit Adrienne (aka NICOLE) made this nonsense. Give credit where credit is due.
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Post by marcus on Feb 10, 2010 21:05:54 GMT -5
He could feel her breath softly from the way his lips lingered several inches from hers. It was so sweet and passionate, yet it drew a sickening feeling across the pit of his stomach and he loved it. Lust and passion coursed through his veins, causing his skin to once again warm up to her touch, though he knew if she ever let go, it would go back to the once icy pale it had been for so long.
Adrienne's soft, velvet-like hand came up to his gruff face, running down it a bit till her fingers caught the first glimpse of his shaggy hair, entangling the threads between her fingers. At this moment her soft lips touched his again, drawing in another kiss, though this held far more passion than the ones previously. It sent more chills down his spine, and caused the sickening feeling to emerge more, giving him some kind of pleasurable, twisted pain.
Marcus shouldn't have been doing this, but yet he found himself letting go of her forearm, feeling it wrap around him softly. Then their bodies touched and he felt a moment of peace. His hands went to her back, placing one firmly on the top, the other softly in the small of her back. His lips worked themselves away from hers and he chuckled a bit. "So much for just a check up on what's been going on." He grinned wildly and chuckled the same.
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Post by adrienne on Feb 10, 2010 21:20:36 GMT -5
--- it’s a bad trip on a sinking ship ,. [/color][/size] WHERE NO ONE SEEMS RESPONSIBLE [/font][/size][/center][/b] The minute her arm was free, she wrapped it around his back, just below his shoulder blades, kissing him fiercely. Her hand left his hair to join its twin on his back, running up and down slowly. Her skin shivered under his touch still, his cold hands penetrating even her wool coat. Even in her heels, her head was craned up to kiss him, her tiny form pressed to his so every panting breath she took caused her chest to press to his.
She allowed him to part their lips for the moment, to whisper against her mouth. She smiled slightly against his mouth. “I think this is far more interesting.” She confessed with a grin, breaking her lips from his for a moment to trail down his neck. Her lips were gentle, kissing the skin of his neck as far down as she could before trailing back up at the same, slow, agonizing pace. She stopped at his jaw, sucking on the skin there for a moment, but not enough to leave a mark.
She then lifted her mouth once more, capturing his mouth once more. She couldn’t stop herself, wanting nothing more than to keep their friendship as it was, but his kisses were intoxicating. Her hands trailed down to find the bottom of his ribcage, resting on either side and pulling him even closer to her. Their forms were flush now, and she knew that unless he stopped this, she would continue going. She had never been one that could say no, and Marcus, at this moment, was no exception.
tagged marcus outfit here notes none credit Adrienne (aka NICOLE) made this nonsense. Give credit where credit is due.
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Post by marcus on Feb 10, 2010 21:36:33 GMT -5
The sickening feeling him started to leave him as she kissed him again, this time fiercely, but still with the same amount of passion as the last. Her hand had moved from his hair to his back, joining the other hand that was already wrapped around there. Then he felt their bodies pressed even more together, feeling not only the panting breaths from her lips, but also her chest against his, matching the inhales and exhales of her frantic lungs.
Her voice cut through the air for a moment and he chuckled at her statement. What the hell had happened to him to cause these sort of feelings to rush over him? Was it the lack of physical communication with women his age? Or maybe it was just the lack of not being able to see her at all. His neck shiver as she started to kiss and a gentle moan left his lips, his head tilting back a bit for her. His skin crawled with goosebumps as she kissed down and then back up to his jaw slowly.
Then her lips connected with his, bringing his head down to her once again and he kept it there, locking in the passionate make out once again, He leaned forward a bit and they both stumbled gently pressing him and herself against the wall softly. She was pure heroin to him, and he loved it more than anything, though it had to come to an end for the moment. His lips twisted into a final kiss and then pulled away. "As much as I'd love to continue this, I've never been one to do it in an alley way." He chuckled a bit.
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