#marqos

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Anthony Fineran (B 1981), 'Ala Marqos', 2025

[forthill-investigations]

☑ : Our characters taking a survey of some sort together

“Head down, answer the questions.”

It was a simple enough plan, all in all. Harry didn’t like debts being called in, he much preferred when they were forgotten, but... Well. It seems even -this- guy didn’t forget. And Harry was in no way happy about that. How long had it taken? Months, since he was caught up in Ilium, and now the opposite was happening.

So, the plan? Make it look like they were scientists, looking down at a clipboard, scribbling things down every so often. Marqos was going to be forced to cover himself in a lab coat and answering the questions in a rather benign Protostar survey. Harry kept watch, scanning the crowds they maneuvered through. Words were short, and he made Marqos promise silence through the entire ordeal.

A few close calls, an agent or two looking at them a bit long. But Harry knew the streets, the back roads, and how to avoid the law enforcement.

He really had a few people to thank for that one.

Soon enough they stood at the snowy hills right inside of Whitevale, and Harry sighed, snatching the clipboard, pen, and coat.

“We’re even, yeah? Lay low and don’t let it happen again. If I ever see you in Thayd again, you better be submitting to some sort of defecting to our side.”

Harry sighed, and turned before any ‘thank yous,’ and such. Damned Cassians. Damned Debts. No pinning him for treason either. He hoped. He could make it go away, couldn’t he?

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Marqos and Lishae! :P

*dons the ‘I ♥ Marqae’ shirt*

Who would be the big spoon?

Both, but more often than not it’d be Marqos. Not necessarily because he’s her Dom, but because of sleeping preference. She does not like to sleep facing him most of the time and quite frankly, she’s grown very accustomed to being nestled into the crook of his body. It makes her feel cherished and protected.

Who would wake up first?

Always Marqos. She’s learned he is an early bird and while she complains and whines about his up-at-the-crack-of-dawn habits, she can usually persuade him to return to bed for a few moments longer before she eventually rises with him.

Do they have nicknames for each other?

More than once ‘Shae has called Marqos ‘barbarian’ and he has called her ‘Kitten’ and ‘Jewel’. I imagine she’s also called him ‘Ass’, though affectionately and under her breath.

What happened when they met each other’s parents?

No real secret that ‘Shae holds an extreme distrust and distaste for her parents. On better terms, had the couple’s parents met, it’d probably have been something akin to the Mikos circling the Ventarions like sharks. They’d be polite, of course, but her parents would look down on Marqos’ family and consider him a less than worthy addition to the family.

How do they apologise after an argument?

With rough sex and the tenderness and care that Marqos always shows her afterwards. They’re both very stubborn and very passionate, and neither one would be the first to say sorry. It’d be said with actions, not words, and Lishae much prefers it that way.

What would they be like as parents?

Oh god, they’d have a little of beautiful babies. They’d both be very doting parents, I think, and raise witty, sharp-minded children. Marqos would be the more stern of the two, with Lishae letting them getting away with murder… literally.

Who is the better cook?

The chef they’ve hired. Lishae actually doesn’t mind cooking (she makes Marqos eggs on the rare occasions they do spend a night together), but I think they’d enjoy cooking together very much… if they could complete a meal prep without touching each other.

Who is more romantic?

Marqos. Lishae is an extreme sap for classic romantic gestures and affection. He picks up on that and aims to please. She’d try to be romantic, but has little experience expressing such things as love or adoration due to her upbringing.

What sort of gifts do they get for each other?

Anything within their power; the suns and moons if they could. They both shower each other in gifts; Marqos more inclined to jewelry, and she giving him daggers and knives for his collection.

Who gets jealous easiest?

Oh gosh. Definitely a tie; Lishae is a very possessive and greedy woman, and extremely protective over what she considers hers. Marqos has shown hints at being jealous (i.e. Stavros). They’re hypocrites in that sense, I suppose – both willing to deny monogamy and still act like territorial animals when someone else gets too close to the other.

Who gets more excited for events e.g.. Birthdays, Christmas?

Marqos, definitely! It appears he had a very loving family and he’s close with his siblings, so I assume birthdays and other holidays are a grand event.

Who is the most adventurous?

When it comes to sex, it’d be Lishae. Marqos is far more experienced and an excellent teacher when it comes to carnal interests (even if he isn’t fully aware of it). Her eagerness to please coupled with fearless curiosity makes her willing and open to try anything, especially if it involves pushing boundaries. She’s also more apt to try new foods and new things, and Marqos makes an excellent match for her in that he’d be very willing to try just about anything with her, too.

Who is the most protective?

They’d both kill for and over each other without thinking twice. Lishae sees Marqos as ‘hers’ and she’s fiercely protective over what she possesses. I think Marqos would defend her honor despite his slightly askew moral compass, and he’d go to bat for her physically as well. If she’s capable of fending for herself, however, he lets her – he takes too much enjoyment out of seeing her cut someone down. But the moment her life is threatened? He’s a beast, and that killer instinct comes out.

What would they have been like as childhood sweethearts?

Troublemakers. He’d have been A Real Good Bad Boy, and she’d have been drawn to that. Skipping class periodically, dabbling into recreational drugs and alcohol but with no serious addiction. The only thing they’d have been addicted to was each other, and absolutely crazy for one another. You wouldn’t have gotten one without the other, and everyone knew to stay the fuck out of his/her/their way. Don’t mess with her boy, don’t mess with his girl.

*BONUS: Song to sum them up?*

If I had to pick only one:

Together

 Do I ship it?

 NOTP / Crack only / AU only / Not really / Maybe a little / Well now I do/ Yes/ Of course! / OTP

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"Are you sneaking out on me?"

 Caught.

Slender and tall, she stood halfway between the threshold and the doorway, as still as the Dawngrazers grew when the scent of a predator loomed too close for comfort. Lishae took a step back toward the sound of the voice, the sleeves of her dress fluttering as she did so. Each quietly spoken word was a trembling of the earth; splitting cracks and spitting fire from old soil beneath it, a wide torn chasm of guilt flushing out the wanning vestiges of the lust and spent arousal lingering in his room.

Her mouth was dry; mouth still pulp-pink from the hours she’d spent tasting his skin and taking his breath for her own. The moonlight, pale and silver, leaking through the gaps of the curtains was more a spotlight on her than she needed, shining on her like an actress in her final bow. Exit. Stage left.

“No,” Lishae lies after the prolonged silence and collection of gentle breaths and wondering eyes. She drifts back toward the bed, toward the prone figure of Marqos on the bed, like a moth to a flame in a darkened room. “I just needed something to drink.”

The bed dips, the dress slips. She is silk against him when she joins him beneath the sheets again and draws her name into his chest.

I just needed to breathe.

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Tag: nevsspacetoons Scene: red light runner

"When everything else tells you to stop and you keep going? You're a red light runner."

You sound like a man obsessed.

And as she keyed in the sequence to allow herself entry into the accused’s home, she found herself his equal in the same manner. She was a woman obsessed but gods forbid she’d ever admit it. Lishae had moved throughout his apartment the way a ghost haunts long, neglected halls and with a sense of utter belonging. As she stopped to briefly admire the impressive collection of knives and daggers Marqos kept locked in a glass display case, her faint reflection in the sparkling glass mirrored her expression as she came to a staggering realization that she found difficult to shake off.

Marqos trusted her. He trusted her enough to soil his own hands, to bring her to his home, to give her the gods damned code to let herself in.

Her lips, painted the color of the roses he’d sent her, part in her reflection and she turns away from the obvious to further tour the apartment, floating from room to room until the calling of Marqos’ bedroom begged she reacquaint herself with its belongings. The large bed, neatly made, dominated the room. Lishae lightly touches the corner of the mattress as she circles it, flooded with heat and the memory of her last… visit. Marqos’ creation with the rope he had bound her in had been an art form.

She stops at the foot of the bed and knocks the toe of her heel against the large chest.  The temptation to unveil its complete treasure was too great and she crouched before it, flicking the unlatched lock out of the way and opening its top with a quiet creak of hinges. Cuffs, whips, ribbons, jewelry… a low laugh bubbled up and spilt forth past her sin-inspiring mouth as her hand smoothed over the tufted end of a feathery wand.

Her Marqos was a collector, and not just of knives.

Rocking back on her haunches, Lishae contemplates her choices. Making her selections, the cunning woman set her elaborate plan into motion for Marqos’ arrival. In the ways of trust, it was time to reciprocate.  

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Lishae and Marqos, bb. Also Lishae and Emilio. *sighs forever*

Lishae and Marqos:

"If only he were so lucky,” she laughed, thumb sweeping over the swell of her lower lip which is suspiciously red and swollen, as though she’d just been freshly kissed into oblivion. Her teeth pluck at it like over ripened fruit and her smile blooms from beneath their grip.  

"If you forced me to choose, to say that there is one person among the universes who was my equal — I would say Marqos Ventarion, but not before I drew my last breath. Let his name be my final words.”

Lishae and Emilio:

"Gods, if only the Priest were here to hear that," Lishae says, eyes rolling heavenwards, half suspecting the religious man to descend from them. "Emilio, gone as he may be, is a dear friend but I would never settle with him, nor he with me. He was my first lover, not a first love.”

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Gift: Your character or mine, surprising the other with a present

She didn’t know what possessed her to purchase the throwing knives for Marqos, but as soon as she had seen them, she knew they were made for his hands. Lishae had experienced a brief, nagging guilt that it was not her own credits that paid for them, but the money loaned to her by Stavros. It was a short-lived regret that was soon uprooted by the pleasure of giving the gift to Marqos.

Receiving gifts made her feel awkward, especially indebted to the gift-giver. Lishae had a habit of simply taking what she wanted, even if what she wanted would have freely been giving. So when Marqos had given her those black diamonds, she hadn’t known what to say but at least she knew what to do… and how to do it.

Later that evening as she dressed for his promised night of dancing, Lishae’s hands shook with excitement as she tucked the well-made knives into a belt that was strapped to her thigh and hidden by the length of her dress. Marqos’ hands roamed, and when they did, he’d find her gift. They were simple and elegant, but sturdy. The coloring of the oxidized metal is what initially drew her to them; matte black, in certain light they had an almost iridescent sheen.

She was right, of course, as she often was. When the music grew heavier and the lights grew dim, her dance partner’s hands left the safe position upon her hips to explore the length of her body under the slinky dress. Lishae pulled him closer as Marqos’ hand hovered over her thigh and she was met with a raised brow.

“Knives? Here? Primitive,” Marqos said quietly as he slipped his thumb beneath the belt and stroked her thigh.

“No rose without a thorn. Careful, do not cut yourself.” Lishae’s hand captured his and slowly, she guided him to the palm the weapons.

“Besides,” she says at his ear, “they are not for me. They are a gift for you.”

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“There is no freedom on Nexus,” she said, her blood turning cold at the annoying ring to his laugh. She wondered why she had not shoved a sock in his mouth. Sighing inwardly and mentally shrugging, she sweared to not make the same mistake again.

The following look in his eyes and the predatory smile made bare her teeth in response, rising to the challenge Marqos laid at her feet.

“Do not dare to call me naïve, or to think it of me, Marqos Ventarion, for it will be the first and last mistake you will make with me. A lieutenant, one of healthy body and mind, simply does not go obsolete on the forefront of the military and you are a fool if you believe I will accept it was your family’s wealth who bought you out of it – the Dominion does not forfeit soldiers, for any price… or life.” The fingers of the hand upon his chest curl, painted nails kept sharp raking over his chest until she carved the name of Eleni into his skin. She cants her head and smiles at her handiwork.

“I am not most women, so do not presume to treat me as you would any other, Lieutenant.” She tips the laptop askew and lowers herself so that her breath is warm against his ear and drops her voice to a sultry whisper.

“Or do you prefer Agent?”