#marinyuan

[grinlikecheshire-blog]

💌 + 🔀 (Marin decides to be a massive dick and sends a fake letter that seems to start out as a love confession from Augustus, but ends with Marin finishing it off as himself and taunting Charlie about falling for it)

Charlie read the letter, shaking only slightly as he did so. It was awfully reminiscent of their time together in the 19th Century, reading particularly Victorian, even. It wasn’t overtly romantic, neither was it particularly sappy. It was simplistic, and Charlie had to read between the lines (like he had done so many times in the past) just to get the message. 

He should’ve known better than to think Augustus had the emotional capacity to send such a letter, and that much was obvious by the time he got to the end. He had absolutely no idea what he had done to this Marin, wasn’t even really sure how he knew him, but he was utterly crushed by the cruel joke. Had Augustus been telling his friends (did Augustus have friends?) about what had happened between them? Had Augustus sanctioned this? Had they sat together, side by side, laughing as they thought about how to best torment Charlie? 

He crumpled up the paper, tossing it in his recycling bin. If Augustus was going to taunt him for his feelings, Charlie was better off feeling nothing towards him at all. 

[athenaofthesea]

🐇 (A bag of saltwater taffy, a bag of gummy sharks, & a bar of sea-salt flavored chocolate)

“Gummy sharks?” Athena rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. She chuckled softly and looked down from the basket over to her friend. “Okay… I’ll admit I love it all. Thanks Marin,” she said, grinning.

[verinessa]

🍸 + "What the hell do you get up to when I'm not around?"

“I organize and re-organize. Mostly.” She slurred, “Or I cycle through outfits. I do my hair. I learn how to perfect make up tutorials… I dress myself up just to take it all off and start again. Or I watch a lot of Netflix. Sometimes I read. It’s a repetitive daily cycle but it’s the only thing that makes me feel good about myself with your constant berating so… we all must have hobbies, right?” She claimed simply, though clearly insinuating something.

[elenaridley-blog]

🍸 + "So...what are you, exactly?"

Send 🍸+ a question and my muse will answer while drunk.

She had the brim of a glass between her lips, a gulp of wine held in her mouth as she paused there, eyes flicking over to look at him. Her brows shot up as she swallowed and brough the glass back to the table, rolling her eyes back to meet his. 

      “Listen, I...” 

She paused. She hadn’t had nearly enough to drink to lose control of her inhibitions, but she’d had just enough to be a little more open than she might usually be. After all, he was just one person ---chances were, he wasn’t human, either. If he had a bad reaction, she could always just laugh and play it off like a joke. 

      “I’m a ghost ---disappearing, dead inside. The whole nine yards.” 

[axgustvs-blog]

🍸 + "You don't hate Charlie. You hate the fact you're so hung up on him. That's the problem, isn't it?"

“Fuck you,” Augustus slurred, slumping over even more in his chair. “Fuck you Marin because you’re fucking right. No, fuck me. Fuck me because I’m fucking screwed for the rest of my life and I’m fucking immortal. Fuck. Can you believe this? I should hate him. I should hate him so much. What is wrong with me?” He sat up suddenly, his words blurring along with his thoughts. “Why am I like this? Did you know I barely drank at Vermillion? I barely had that stupid potion to blame for anything…” He reached for his discarded cigarette, stamped out in his agitation, and put it to his lips. He clicked his lighter once, twice, three times and then took a drag. When he exhaled, he made a loud sound of aggravation. “And he’s so frustrating. He’s so stubborn and emotional and he carries himself around like he’s eternally wounded and I can’t stop thinking about him. What the fuck? Why can’t I just turn all of this off? I’m not supposed to feel like this, I— This is why I had to leave, the last time. This is why I couldn’t go back to him after I got out. Because I can’t deal with this. Fuck. Don’t talk to me about him, Marin, I don’t wanna fucking talk about him.”

[nova-manning-blog]

🍸 + "Something tells me you've got a special connection to Alastor. Care to elaborate?"

Nova tilted her head, squinting at Marin and trying to decide how best to answer that question. ‘Course, best was different drunk. When she was drunk best just meant most impressive really, not necessarily most strategic or clever. On the one hand, being the daughter of the prince of hell was pretty fucking badass and Marin would be impressed by the power that meant she held. On the other he might make bigger demands of her knowing she had that power. But fuck it, they’d be demands she could fulfill and the payout would be awesome! “I’m Carreau’s daughter.” She admitted with a wan smile, sipping her drink. “One of his few surviving children. I killed most of the others.”

[axgustvs-blog]

“Please don’t break anything.”

Augustus looked insulted, despite the fact that he was gripping his glass so hard that it was likely close to shattering. He’d just received the most recent poll results and, despite the group’s decisions, was unhappy with what he saw. Marin, it seemed, could sense this, and was appropriately prepared. “Fuck you,” he muttered, this being the nicest he could possibly manage right now. Slowly, his grip loosened, and he placed the glass on the nearest surface. “I’m capable of self control, surprising as that might seem to you.”