#markus 01.

[jazz-quinn]

What’s left of the Delphi hotel isn’t much aside from rubble and ash and leaves from the previous fall that are matted among everything. It’s all charred debris and she steps carefully around the site itself first and she’s gently pressed her hands to what’s left of the outer walls as she goes. Jazz isn’t quite sure what she’s looking for, but it’s a thread to follow, it is something to do. The cult thing had happened in the depths below, that’s what she’d been told, but she wasn’t quite sure how to go about getting into all of that or if it was even safe. “Nope, whole lot of nothing.” She mumbles to herself, and she realizes she’s going to have to venture inside the building. @markusxcamlann​

[devianstability]

     connor didn’t fully understand the eclipses. he’s been in the city long enough to know that the phenomena meant new arrivals and scattered disappearances, with no explanation of why. for all he knew this could be cyberlife’s doing, trapping him in an alternate world for an unknown motive. still, he routinely scanned his contacts for a familiar name, a background program established out of dull hope in addition to his usual investigative practices. when [ MARKUS ] caught up in his filters, connor’s immediate fear was that it was nothing more than a malfunction. his led stutters yellow with a text, already running a cautious system diagnostic, just in case.

TO: markus FROM: connor

[✉] > markus? is that you? [✉] > it’s me, connor.

                                                                        [ @devianci​​ ]; planned starter

[manfredice]

✧ ✶ ✦ // @devianci​ asked     ( pinterest meme starters ! )          ❝ “ you can talk to me, or not talk to me, but i’m here. ” ❞

     his eyes weren’t always so intense, were they? the last time leo saw them up close was in an ice-fueled haze, red tinging the corners of his vision and warping the scene. his throat ached from the yelling and quick, hot hits he’d taken before he’d stumbled into the manfred house. he thought he saw something flicker behind markus’ eyes before the world went dark. leo struggled to bring up the broken memory and chalked up the flicker of emotion in the androids expression to the drugs. he remembered how stunned he was, to see the android on the news from his hospital bed, skin composed of pure white panels and multicolored eyes glaring right though him as he spoke injustices and spun them into a message of hope. 

     maybe leo just refused to see before, refused to look, but it was hard to argue now that markus was alive. maybe it was the new, bright contrast in iris colors; maybe it was his time as the deviant leader that made him look so soulful. it just made leo feel guilty. the silence stretches as the human takes a long drag from his cigarette. 

      ❝ dad’s not here to make you do— ❞ leo makes a loose hand gesture between them, as he blows out his smoke, ❝ this, you know. ❞

     leo kicks asphalt, body swaying with the movement. his gaze trails the ground, his worn shoes, relishing in the brief moment where he doesn’t have to make sober eye contact with the other. ❝ you don’t have to, i don’t know, try to be civil, or whatever. i get it. ❞

[leightonhaywood]

He’d seen him there before, the large man at the end of the bar. If he sat still enough, he could probably seat himself among the statues in the temple and not be out of place. Somehow that made him seem a little unapproachable, and it’s not like Leighton came to the place to make friends. Hell, if Nixon wasn’t there, he hardly made conversation at all. But there was no time like the present and he’d even come out to be around people tonight. Actual interaction meant not being able to focus so much on the flashes of all too familiar faces that kept appearing in crowds. Thankfully sleep wasn’t something he needed, he’d hardly been home since the...Scylla, that whole incident. It was on the news above the bar, subtitles scrolling across the bottom of the screen so someone could pay attention over the crowd of vampires. 

“Been an eventful few days, don’t you think?” His tone was casual as he seated himself beside the statue of a man at the bar, his eyes on the screen. @markusxcamlann​

[waeteeth-blog]

Being out in public in general had made this whole...Ghost thing? A little bit easier. Sure there were faces kind of popping up in crowds, but they were easier to ignore when you could actually interact with someone. It wasn’t ideal, but he couldn’t just hang around Safiye all day hoping for her to fend things off herself. 

 It was one of those things that always felt a little stereotypical, loitering around the mouth of an alleyway. In his defense, the bar he’d been in was still close and he figured there was nothing wrong than maybe catching a snack before his next round of drinks.

Cigarette between his fingers, Jamie’s attention bounced between the sounds of the bar in the near distance and the alleyway. Idle chatter to a few footsteps, glasses being set on the bar, to some kind of rustling-

Oh. 

“I think I’d remember ye if ye were one of those hallucinations that have been haunting everyone all fucking week.” He flicked the ash off the end of his cigarette, brows raised as he looked to the (rather large) man emerging from the alleyway. No heartbeat, air of grace, shoulders carefully carved from marble. Fellow vampire, he really shouldn’t have been surprised. @markusxcamlann​