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I tried to be the best I could have been. I only hope that I was enough.

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Can't say goodbye: Marcus & Clea

marcblake

clea-clemmons:

Clea breathed in and out heavily her fingers twisting into knots turning her knuckles white and making it incredibly hard to breath. Wide eyed and leaning close she tried to find a focal point in the crowd of people. A family of six and a crying baby, a couple of young lovers, all of the looks mirrored her own while the wind outdoors picked up causing Windows to rattle with a threat to break. It wasn’t until she felt Marcus’s hand that she pulled her eyes away from the ugly scene unfolding outside causing glass to crack. “This reminds me of Katrina.” She barely spoke her fingers curling into the fabric of her dress, a nervous habit she was sure Marcus knew well. Sighing she closed her eyes with a fall of he shoulders. “I’m scared…nervous-” opening her eyes she found the sight of s father smoothing his sons hair, “the Windows keep vibrating like they’re going to break…” Reaching to his hand Clea clasped her hand around his. “Text Elena…let her know you’re okay. I can only imagine how worried she is right now.” Swallowing pride when she was already fearful was something new and despite her conscious concerns for Elena she didn’t release his hand she ran her thumb once over his hand. “We’re going to be okay, right Marcus?” She asked while looking up into familiar eyes for reassurance.

He understood why she was paranoid. In all honesty, he was, too. While on the phone with Elena earlier he had said it would be fine, but even if he promised and promised, he couldn’t ensure he could keep them. “We are. I won’t let anything happen to you---” he had seemed to have spoken too soon, his gaze trailing from Clea’s face to a large oncoming car rolling in their direction. The sound of shattering glass made his head pound, but it didn’t stop his actions. As quickly as the adrenaline made his heart leap in his chest Marcus took the brunette’s body in his grip and lunged the pair out of the way. The vehicle that had crashed through the glass wall had suddenly crashed into a pillar. The others in the cafe were screaming and running with fear, and his grip on Clea disappeared as a weight knocked him to the floor. The wind was cold and it filled the cafe with high pitched squeals, but he had hit his head in the fall and it had knocked him unconscious.

#i. clea clemmons.#merp

call to: elena

elena: are you sure? -her voice cracks a little bit- baby, i always worry about you. you're with...clea? -takes in a sharp breath- i have, they're watching a movie and they're fine, and i'm trying to keep it together. i just want you here with me. i want your arms around me. i love you so much, m-marcus, please...come back to me soon. come back to us. -addie takes the phone from elena- daddy, is that you? are you safe? mommy is scared.

marcus: i know you are, and yes, i'm sure. trust me, i'm going to be just fine. i love you too. -he smiles when addie speaks into the phone- yeah, baby, it's me. you're going to have to be there for her, alright? give her lots of cuddles for me.

#i. elena james.

call to: elena

elena: baby! i'm here! i'm right here! are you okay? Marcus, please tell me you're okay. the kids and i are worried about you. are you okay?

marcus: i'm alright, baby. i'll be fine. don't worry about me. i've just walked into a cafe. i'm with clea, but don't stress about that. we're going to wait it out. tell the kids that everything is going to be alright.

#i. elena james.

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Can't say goodbye: Marcus & Clea

marcblake

clea-clemmons:

After she left her feelings in a mess at Marcus’s feet Clea was certain she’d never see him again, she wasn’t even sure if she could stomach it, or if she wanted to…that was a lie, she wanted to. Despite the constant ache of loss when he was near she longed to always be closer to him as if somethings in him drew Clea to him, like the light in a different room she had mistakenly closed the door on a long time ago. Despite all that here she was in close stride beside him, pulling her coat tightly around her body while the winds picked up jostling her as she walked. “It’s getting worse-” she finally said after what felt like centuries of biting her tongue. Looking from beneath a stubborn flurry of wild curls Clea saw no relief from the storm. Grabbing gently to his arm as sirens wailed Clea felt her heart rate quicken out of fear. “Marcus we need to get inside before it gets bad…”

What had intended to be a day of re-connection and helping the brunette get back on her feet had quickly became a dwindling mess. He had heard of the warnings of Hurricane Daisy within the past week, the weather station going practically insane about it (which he didn’t blame one bit), but he had hoped and hoped that this disaster would pass San Francisco and leave the city in somewhat peace. He felt her move closer to his side, and Marcus could see the worry in her eyes. They completely mirrored his own. With a stern nod, he saw a cafe nearby and pointed it out to Clea. “We’ll go in there. I can see people holing up there already.” It was pretty crowded, considering there were few tables left unoccupied, and he pulled one out for his companion once they had arrived. The environment was awful, anxiety filled the air and made it thick and hard to breathe, but it was safer than being out in the street --- at least, he hoped. “Are you alright?” he focused on Clea, his hand moving to the shoulder closest to him and squeezing it reassuringly.

#next reply ;)#i. clea clemmons.#gc: hurricane daisy

call to: elena

marcus: [wind crackles in the background; he covers his left ear in attempt to hear her better] elena?? can you hear me?

#goldencity starter #i. elena james.#gc: hurricane daisy

blossomfully

I always imagine that if we’d loved each other more gently it would have worked,“ she said. "We wouldn’t have hurt each other so much that it became impossible to come back.

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #266 (via blossomfully)

#musings #clea clemmons.

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Elena was so excited, suddenly elated that Marcus was agreeing to this. “Mmm, I love you more.” She told him, kissing him once more, positioning herself on his lap comfortably. “Yeah, I brought the papers home and everything. We can meet them tomorrow if you want. You can come in and meet them. They’re going to love you. How could anyone not love you?” Elena chuckled, kissing him once more. “I’ve always wanted to be a mother, Marcus. I just…I’m so excited I get to be a mother with you. As a team, Mommy and Daddy Blake.” She laughed, leaning her forehead against his. “Promise me our family will be happy,that you’ll love our children, foster or otherwise, no matter what, that you will protect them, love them with every part of you and never ever hurt them. Please promise me that, baby.”

marcblake

“Unlikely.” he countered, palms cupping her plump cheeks. “I can say the same about you.” he beamed, brushing strawberry tresses and tucking them behind her ear. “Of course. I promise. You know I will.”

#i. elena james.

“That’s the last paper i’m marking tonight.”

#goldencity starter

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“Hi, did you want a free brownie sample? There’s four flavors I’m currently trying out; pumpkin cheesecake brownie, nutella and peanut butter brownie, mint oreo stuffed brownie, and caramel apple brownie…you can sample all of them if you’d like.”

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