eyes so dark i could fall in

❝he tastes like misery and smoke and the desperate regret of a lost and broken man he tastes like blood and ice and peppermint.❞ Marcus Alejandro Flores

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☀️🌙✨ tarot questions ✨🌙☀️

the fool: do you have any nicknames? the magician: have you ever written a poem or song about somebody else? the high priestess: what is your dream date? the empress: do you think you will ever get married? the emperor: what are some names that you like? the hierophant: do you believe in ghosts? the lovers: do you have a crush? the chariot: thoughts on astrology? strength: what is your dream occupation?  the hermit: what is your favorite soda pop? wheel of fortune: first three songs that come on shuffle? justice: favorite color of rose? the hanged man: favorite movie soundtrack? death: what are three things you want to do before you die? temperance: can you describe a strange dream you’ve had? the devil: do you enjoy thunderstorms? the tower: favorite colors to wear? the star: have you ever seen a psychic? the moon: have you ever written a love letter? the sun: do you believe in magic? judgement: do you enjoy school? the world: do you like waking up early?

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     If Marcus were to choose a favorite season, he would stumble upon the fact that clothes mostly made up his decisions on a lot of things. Which is exactly why he decided to look around the few shops that always had options to catch someone’s eye. The only good thing about being in between seasons was to have a glimpse on what the fashion gods chose this time for their theme. “Oh, please, tell me you picked that out for you and not me.” He took one look at the fabric in their friend’s hands and would’ve clutched pearls if he had any. 

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HALEY & MARCUS —

               After the whole thing with Aubrey, Haley found herself getting stoned with Marcus, completely dismissing the sobriety train and needing something to numb out the words that still echoed in her head from what Aubrey threw in her face. “Because we were too busy in a rush but I didn’t forget the snacks.” She held up the bag of Dorito’s and chewed on the chips, leaning back against the blanket as she let the effects of mary jane flow through her system. “I am so…why did I stop smoking weed.” Knowing for a fact that Spencer and the rest of her other friends would probably be disappointed in her at the moment. She figured she can worry about that another time, sober Haley could deal with the outcome. 

     Marcus easily took the bag once Haley held it up for him to see and grabbed a few chips. “Wait are these the purple bag?” On a whim he decided one day to get the purple bag ones because let’s be real we only know Doritos flavors like we know Gatorade or Powerade flavors -- the colors. “Shit, dude, we should’ve gotten those like super hot ones.” He was content though no matter what flavor of Doritos because at this moment they were superior to anything else. Though as soon as she asked why she stopped smoking weed, he immediately sat up and shook a finger at her. “No, no, no. I’m not going down that rabbit hole again this early in the night.” He would’ve blamed it on his sudden flashbacks to his night with Greer when they had gotten high, but no one was suppose to know about that. “Just let it flow freely. Huanka matata, babes.” 

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ARLO & MARCUS —

Groaning Arlo’s head felt as though it weighed more than an elephant with a pick axe stabbing each nerve ending repeatedly. Pinching the bridge of his nose his gaze came into view. Squinting his eyes the Helicopter Pilot tried to figure out where he was and how he managed to get there. Another move and he might just pass out from the pain. He’d had bad hangovers before but..this…this was just cruel this one. “Mmh, where am I and what the hell did we do last night?”

      Marcus had entered the bedroom once he had gotten dressed in the very rare attempt of being nice in not scaring his guest. Which just turned out to be perfect timing considering he was asked the most important question of what they did together if anything. It made Marcus pause in because he couldn’t miss the opportunity to fuck anyone (both mentally and physically). “What do you mean, babe?” He asked instead, a teasing grin pulling at his lips as he turned around to face the man. “Come on, let’s get you some breakfast first.”

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ARCHER & MARCUS —

It definitely felt weird to be back. Especially when Archer hadn’t really told anyone he was leaving in the first place. He just left his house the way it was and left for who knows how long. And now over a year later he was back to his house and it definitely was a bit odd. Especially when everything was still where he had left them. Once he had removed all the fabrics covering the furniture to prevent them getting covered in dust Archer had made an extreme thorough cleaning day to make sure no dust would be left in the house.

It had taken several hours but now the house smelled all clean and wonderful, but one thing was missing – the fridge was empty. After a quick shower Archer headed out to the town. He wasn’t going to keep any hurry with this trip and he accidentally ended up stopping at the Black Sea Grill. He walked in to look at the menu and accidentally seemed to cut the line. Once he realised that Archer looked at the person next to him and took his sunglasses off. “Sorry, I took your spot didn’t I?”

      Marcus had been waiting for his food for almost five minutes now and it wasn’t even his fault. He made his own plate before clocking out and one of the newer staff members took it by mistake and so now he decided to spend his time bugging the hostess. Even though, he probably smelled like the kitchen he still kept up with changing back into his regular clothes. Why? Mostly because it was so his boss wouldn’t make him do any work or nitpick how he should be acting professional in such a uniform. 

     He was getting menus ready for the next group that needed to be seated when someone next to him started apologizing. “Oh shit, nah dude. I’m just waiting on my food since someone took my box.” He replied, easily looking around the place to find the suspect in taking his food. “Is this your first time here? I might be biased but the mango salsa chicken is one of the better options to pick.” Oh yeah, he was totally biased in his choices considering he was the one who helped get the dish on the menu. “A good non-chicken option would be the lemon salmon with a greek salad.”

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ROSE & MARCUS —

Rose’s first of three days off always went the same. She didn’t set an alarm but always ended up waking up around 8AM, feeding her dog and taking him for a quick walk around the block before she put her running clothes on, grabbed a bottle of water and headed for the park. When it wasn’t too hot she’d bring Sergeant along with her for the 3 mile run, but it was barely 9 by the time she set foot on the blacktop running path and it was already 80 degrees. So for the next hour and a half she went at it alone, headphones in her ears and sunglasses over her eyes for the duration of the run. 

It was 10:30 when she got to the other end of the trail, stopping for a moment to catch her breath and use the bottom of her tank top to wipe the sweat off of her forehead. Now that the run was done she only had one other goal in mind, one other tradition. Coffee and a donut. A large, huge cup of coffee and one of the biggest cake donuts money could buy. She was well on her way to it when she almost stepped on the half empty water bottle. “For the love of God.” She muttered (or so she thought, with the headphones in her ears) to herself, leaning down to pickup the water bottle. “It takes to god damned seconds to put this in the trash can. Haven’t people ever seen Big Daddy? Someone could break their neck…” Shaking her head, she tossed the bottle into the nearest trashcan. “See? Was that so fucking hard?”

     Marcus wasn’t the one to go running or really any sort of exercise unless he was forced. He always had the excuse of asthma though he didn’t have any sort of real reason as to why he hated exercise besides getting sweaty. In his mind, he doesn’t spend as much time as he does getting ready to willingly and consciously get sweaty as working out would do. His sister was the only one who could get him to go out for a walk that wasn’t either to the beach or to whichever establishment he wanted to spend his time at. Which is exactly how he found himself trying to keep up with the certified show off in the family. 

     Adrianna was already waiting for him at the light post when he caught himself starring at the woman picking up whatever trash had been leftover probably from some punk. He knew he was lazy, but not that lazy to not properly throw his shit away. “Big Daddy?” Marcus paused for a moment, clearly confused on what she was talking about. “The only Big Daddy I know is the man who lives up in that big ass plantation with his self given title of king.” 

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     In actuality it was his idea to go to the little hidden cove they found during senior skip day. Well, he found it before them because he remembered taking a few special people there when he wasn’t completely out of the closet. So, really, this was their cove. The painted rock said so and you can’t go wrong with a painted rock. “Hey, baby, why didn’t we bring any fucking pillows?” The joint he so cautiously shared between him and Haley was just about gone (he wasn’t too worried since he brought the bag he had and if she brought anything too) and he found himself almost content on lying on the blanket they brought instead. 

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CAINE & MARCUS — 

          “Nah, they’ll just blind me, instead.” The shoulder of a particular shirt boldly painted with shades of neon dropped from the apprehensive pinch of his fingertips. This was why he stuck to basic, solid tees and worn in jeans. Whatever other options existed out there weren’t worth much more than a laugh. At least, that’s how he’d always seen things in the past. Recently, a few women in his life (Naomi, Isobel, and an affable blonde named Daphne he met at the bar) pointed out that his wardrobe could use a few improvements. Funny that their suggestion hit home when Marcus had been telling him the same thing for years. What or who prompted him into the store didn’t really matter, though. Now that he’d made good with the fact that he wanted to take Shay out again and make up for the unfortunate start to their night at the gala, he needed help. “I ain’t lookin’ for a total makeover.” Pointedly, his gaze slide Marcus’ way. “You go overboard and I’m bailin’. Just— point out somethin’ that looks good for dinner instead’a another night gettin’ shitfaced at the bar.” Because beyond that and his business with the club, the only other thing he did with his time was kick up dirt on the ranch.

      Marcus only nodded along to Caine’s demands on how this shopping trip was suppose to go. “You think I’m going to waste my talent and secrets on you for a makeover? Oh honey, I already know you couldn’t handle putting that much effort into getting ready unless it was absolutely necessary.” He already had his own ideas about how everyone in the club dressed, but then again he also wasn’t one to get down and dirty like they did unless it was in the bedroom. He used clothes like a peacock uses his feathers and that was simply for the reason of attracting a mate (or in his case someone to sleep around with for awhile). “Do I get to know what type of date this is? Like is just to fuck or is it to be something more or whatever y’all say?” The type of dinner actually didn’t matter to Marcus. He was just nosy as he continued to walk around the store to pick out what he thought Caine would like. “How much color am I able to use? What if it’s subtle? You know, you picked a good time to go on this date. In between seasons isn’t frustrating at all.” So far, he only had two black shirts and one grey one. He didn’t want Caine to have a heart attack if he went with something floral or even anywhere not close to the black and grey swatches. “Wait...” He paused, turning around to look back at his friend. “Am I suppose to pick pants out too? You shouldn’t be giving me that much power or I’ll turn you into George Clooney real quick. Just wear some dark navy washed jeans -- clean dark jeans.”

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HALEY & MARCUS — 

            “Well we can look up designs to figure out what you want to stick on that leg of yours if you’d like, I’m all about creating own design that no one else has.” The brunette shrugged her shoulders, she enjoyed being a tattoo artist, enjoyed seeing what type of art people wanted to stick upon their skin for life or what meanings they have. “Oh c’mon, you know you enjoy looking at people with me, especially the men.” She wiggled her eyebrows at Marcus, looping their arms together and tugging them towards the direction to drop off the trash they just collected. “Most likely, but if it’s pool, I can kick your ass at that.” 

      “I mean, why else would I come to you for a tattoo?” He teased, nudging her shoulder as the continued walking together. “I can’t have some boring shit everyone else has on their body.” He would’ve hinted easily at the tattoos he already had. If he was honest, his favorite would easily be the sleeves and was totally the reason he enjoyed the warmer weather because he could show them off more. “Hey, just because I told you I like cowboys doesn’t mean you can use that against me.” There was no denying he liked looking at people, it was one of his favorite past times and of course when a thick man with a plaid shirt walked in he was definitely a goner. Throwing their trash away, he looped back their arms. “Yeah, yeah, you personally like to kick my ass on a lot of things. I remember the sandcastle competition we did.” 

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NORA & MARCUS — 

          Nora understood now why her mother chose this place, almost as if a big ol’ slap in the face of her past coming back to haunt her, sure she tried to forget about Marcus and all the little secrets they shared behind closed doors. Did she ever love him? Probably not, it was more validation or lust, maybe she enjoyed the fact he was something she wasn’t supposed to touch or get near. Yet in the end, she was the one who got hurt instead of the other way around. But now, they were grown adults so it shouldn’t bother her as much as it did when she was a teenager. 

          “Are you offering because you feel obligated too or is this some sort of late apology?” She couldn’t help but ask, tilting her head to the side as she stared up at him, taking him in to see that he in fact aged rather well which part of her, bitterly, wished he at least looked like he gained forty pounds with receding hairline. 

     Marcus could’ve lied all he wanted in saying how Nora meant nothing to him. It was just a fling between teenagers and doing what teenagers do best, getting on the nerves of their parents. She was his beautiful forbidden fruit and maybe always will be. Surely that would’ve explained why even if he dreaded seeing her here, the thrill of their past still left a spark in him. A tempting feeling of starting everything over again even if she did hate him. In his most recent memory, hate sex surely the better one out of the bunch. 

     “How about both?” He asked instead of answering with the truth that it was mostly just company policy at this point. And in reality, Marcus wasn’t exactly the person you’d go to for any sort of apology. “Come on, who doesn’t like dessert?” Now he squatted down at the table, bringing his head up to look at Nora in just the fashion he uses so many times to get what he wanted. “My favorites are the chocolate avocado mousse and the orange drizzle cake.” 

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BEXLEY & MARCUS — 

“I have absolutely no idea what you tried to make, but I can tell you that I would probably eat more than should be allowed of it”, she laughed, unable to hide the way the smell of the food managed to bring a grin to her features. And a rumble to her belly. “Whatever it is you made, it smells like you absolutely nailed it”, Bex further complimented, as her steps followed after his own. “Wait, you’ve never had cheesecake before? White creamy kind of cake with a crumbly-like crust?”

     “Oh, please, take as much as you want. I mean I love leftovers like the next guy, but even this could be too much for me. It’s like two weeks worth of meals for every lunch and dinner.” Marcus might’ve been hyping it up a little too much on just how much was there, but he also knew just how easy it would be for him to make something else instead. He nodded along as she explained what cheesecake was and he certainly knew he heard of it before and hell, maybe even made it himself at work, but didn’t eat it. “Yeah, I know what it is and I totally haven’t eaten it before. I would’ve remembered something white and creamy.”