#hisfalsepretense

[queenoriginal]

Been wondering--what do you think of me then? Besides the hair of course, which I cut, just as you asked.

My muse HAS to answer everything truthfully for one hour, starting now!

Her obstreperous, cunning, intelligent boy --

       His gall was so large that for a moment, her stare intensifies -- the kind that would send any son away, but she knew he would only make a joke out of it.

Tatia is only grateful. She knows how easy it is for him to leave, for him to never turn back and for her to shout in the darkness.

She knows children one day forget their parents.

She knows parents one day forget each other.

"You're a wonderful son, Marcus," she pauses, reticent by the window. When she turns back to him, however, there's a growing smile on her face. "But wouldn't you be more wonderful if you finally brought a girl home?"  

[emberthrace]

The son of Tatia Petrova (queenoriginal only!) & Dominik Renke.  He's a bit of a brat, having withheld much of his emotions for the misplaced father coming later in his life and clinging to his mother on an emotional level.  He's a bit damaged, you could say, though he covers it well.  He turned into an ambitious entrepreneur, taking after both his parents.

[queenoriginal]

Marcus' lips twitch into a smirk as he says, "Threatening." And he's out the door before a reaction is directed towards him.

 Describe me in one word anonymously

     Marcus Elliot—

She’s instantly miffed, but the words never leave her lips. There’s really no need to, not because he’s already fled, but because every tinge of annoyance has vanished, replaced by the emotions he’d stirred of their life in the 13th century. The time the family was closest.

Marcus could never truly anger her. She’d brought him up well, and despite the many cold things he exuded, she knows he’s never uncaring.

With a small, almost inaudible sigh, she returns her gaze to the yellowed pages of her manuscript, reclining further into Dominik’s side.