#marcus-mck-innon

[alectocxarrow]

“ a kiss doesn’t mean anything. ”

“Well first of all… it took you quite a while to get to that conclusion. Second: Even though I don’t want to shock you but there was a lot more going on than just one kiss and ultimately: Are you still guiltying yourself about this whole thing. Cause that would be really stupid.” 

(( @marcus-mck-innon ))

[simplysybill-blog1]

Just Say the Words // Marcus & Sybill

Sybill had woken that morning with an extreme hangover, brief memories of the night before swirling in her head.  Merlin, she had actually tried to insinuate that she wanted to... with Fenrir... Sybill was nauseous and she had already had a few potions that should prevent that sensation.  It wasn’t that Fenrir wasn’t appealing, he was, his muscular frame moving fluidly under tanned skin... but in her drunken haze she had practically thrown herself at him.  And she didn’t want him, not really.  She knew that.

Her mind had turned back to Marcus, his crippled state as he entered her apartment in the midst of her distress.  His calm patience as she yelled at him, accused him of sufferings he had not committed.  His compassionate eyes, her angel.  She had told him she needed time.  She needed to find herself again and she couldn’t do that with him, which had been true.  But each day made Sybill feel stronger, and each passing moment she felt she could face him again. 

That was how she found herself walking toward Marcus’s flat.  She hoped he would allow her to enter -- she hadn’t even owled ahead -- and that she would be able to talk to him.  If she got there and he slammed the door in her face, she wouldn’t hold it against him.  She deserved it, she deserved his hatred or at least his dismissal.  But she hadn’t wanted to face him until she was ready, until she felt confident she could look at him without wanting to hex him or shrink away. 

 And now, after a night of regret she realized she wanted him by her side to help her heal, if he would have her.  

She stood, her eyes looking at the door, hand nervously twisting the bracelet that remained around her wrist at all times.  She didn’t know how he would react, if she would be able to stay.  She didn’t even know if he would let her in.  She didn’t have anyone else to support her, and didn’t know if he would still want to.  But Sybill had hope, she had the stars, the card that was now in the pocket of her skirt.  And that hope refused to allow her to turn and leave without trying.  

She raised her hand and knocked.  The sound seemed to echo out, hollow and empty in the flat.  The seconds stretched into minutes, hours, finally feeling as if time itself stood still.  Nothing but the sound of her own breathing to convince herself she was not stuck in some sort of magical time warp.  Finally, the door opened.

He was lovely, just as she remembered.  Light seemed to spill out of his flat as the door opened, his silhouette bringing joy and peace with it like nothing else could.  He was safety, not fear.  And though her heart beat quickened, it was not out of terror, at least not in fear that he would hurt her.  No, it was anxiety at the thought that he might not have her.  Wide, nervous eyes found the compassionate eyes of her angel.  

“Um... hello.  I hope that I haven’t... bothered you, showing up in such an unannounced fashion.”  

[frankxlongbottom]

Drink with Me - Frank and Marcus

Frank’s brown furrowed, shoulders slumped from the weight of such a terrible day. He had seen Alice for the first time since she had decided that he wasn’t worth the effort of trying to be with during this difficult times. He would have been willing to make the effort. He would have been willing to do a lot of things for her, but now those previously positive emotions had been replaced with hurt and anger. Frank wanted to start a fight but knew it wouldn’t be the proper thing for an auror to do. One of the only rational things he had done today was send an owl to Marcus and asked him to meet him at the Leaky Cauldron when he could.

Frank walked up to the bar in desperate need of a drink. He ordered a whisky from the bar tended and went to sit in a booth. He lowered his face into his hands out of exhaustion. There were so many thoughts whirling in his head, so many that he wished weren’t there. His hand twitched wanting to find someone to fight or something to do; he needed to keep moving forward. He wished Aversio had a mission he could go on, something that he could immerse himself in, focus his anger on. This was why he messaged Marcus; his old friend had always been able to calm him down and had saved him from a lot of fights.

As he raised his head from his hands examining the surroundings again he saw Marcus and waived him over. “Thanks for coming.” He said his voice low and sincere. He saw his friend using a cane, and a streak of worry ran through him. He knew Marcus would dismiss him though so he decided to joke instead. “You look how I feel.”

@marcus-mck-innon 

[carrxwalecto]

❤ MARCUS & ALECTO | RELATIONSHIP AESTHETIC

i’d probably still adore you with your hands around my neck

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[carrxwalecto]

★ MARCUS MCKINNON | AESTHETIC

i know it’ll kill me when it’s over

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[nataliedupont-blog]

“ i remember our first kiss. ”

“Ugh. Merlin, that was one time McKinnon.  It was my first time trying scotch and I went overboard, and I thought we agreed that make-out was never to be mentioned again.”  

[rosemaryxparkinson-blog]

“ you owe me a kiss. ”

“I don’t owe you anything, McKinnon.” She looked him over while a dangerous smirk curled her lips up. “I only kiss someone if I want to. However, I do have nothing better to do.” 

[gladys-sloane]

“ so are we going to kiss or not? ”

“A valid question....” Gladys laughed, shaking her head as she eyed Marcus it wasn’t as if she hadn’t noticed how attractive Marcus was, and she certainly wasn’t turning down a kiss. But she figured everyone had enough regrets without her adding drunken kisses to them, no matter if they’d be good or not. “But the real question is how many drinks you’ve had. Enough that you’d snog any girl who sat next to you or am I special?”