#the solace

[they-call-me-marlon]

I haven’t been there in about 3 years

I miss it

[eyesoffury-deactivated20120721]

Hesitance | Mal | Complete

“I’m sorry for bothering you. Say hi to your friend”, she ended the call tossing the phone on the passenger seat. Her eyes flashed red with every one of her emotions. Quickly, she started the car and made her way back out of the city. A plan she should’ve stuck with in the first place.

[owenalexander]

“There isn’t anything you can do. I have already forgiven you, and I’m okay.”

“I’d love to talk more, but I’m with a friend right now. I have to go.”

[eyesoffury-deactivated20120721]

“Good. I’m glad. Listen, if there’s anything I can do to make it up to you don’t hesitate to ask, okay?”

[owenalexander]

“Thank you, Mal. I feel much more like myself.”

[eyesoffury-deactivated20120721]

His voice greeted her and suddenly everything she wanted to say escaped her. She forced the words out of her mouth, stuttering “Owen? It’s Mal.” He probably doesn’t remember me. “I just wanted to make sure you were ok.” 

[owenalexander]

Andrew and Owen were talking about the last night—in which Owen didn’t lie, but avoided telling him everything, saying he went to a bar and had a few drinks and felt hammered later that evening—when his phone rang. It rang once before he could remove it from his pocket. The screen read “Mal calling…” Two rings passed as he contemplated answering. He pardoned his impoliteness and pressed the little, green phone. “Hello?”

[eyesoffury-deactivated20120721]

Mal sat in her car for awhile, holding the holding lightly in the palm of her hand. For the life of her she couldn’t press the button to call him back. All she wanted to know was if he was okay, what was the harm in checking in? Though what if he never wanted to talk to her again. If he could even remember who she was.

Finally she pushed redial and a wave of panic swept her. Holding the phone to her ear, she held her breath as it rang afraid to hear his voice. Somehow part of her still hoped he didn’t answer.

[owenalexander]

Andrew called him, letting him know he was outside—he was there sooner than expected. Owen devoured the last bite of food and gulped his warm tea before he informed the clerk he would back around six. Owen departed from the building and got into Andrew’s car.

[eyesoffury-deactivated20120721]

The car engined purred as she drove and her fingers tapped lightly on the steering wheel to the song on the radio. Her vision bounced between the road and her phone nervously in case he called back. I really hope he’s ok. Before she could change her mind, she made a u-turn back into the city. Mal drove for a bit before she finally snapped to her senses. Fuck, what am I doing? She pulled the car over, letting it come to a smooth stop. Turning the car off she sat in silence, listening to her breathing, trying to figure out her next move. He’s fine, he has to be. He didn’t call, he’s fine…oh god.

[owenalexander]

It must have been hours before he woke in his bed, for the sun was high outside the hotel window. Owen threw the cover off of him and wiped his eyes. Laying there, he could actually think now. He tried to recall what happened last night.

There was his car, and Mal was there. A little flirting. Flames of blood.

No, no, no, fast forward.

They’re in the car. “Owen, I really am sorry. I’ll fix this, promise.” Limp. Key. “I wish I could take it back.” 

He let out a heavy breath and pulled out his phone. There was a missed call and voicemail from an foreign number. Calling his voicemail, he listened to the left message.

“Hey Owen. It’s Mal, just calling to ask of you’re alright. I had to leave early . I hope your sanity came back to you. Call me back if you need anything.”

With a heavy exhale, he deleted the message and saved the number. He called his local friend Andrew and asked for a ride to his car, abandoned on the side of the road a few miles away. Until then, he would freshen up as best he could and grab breakfast from down stairs.

[eyesoffury-deactivated20120721]

Mal let the human sleep, grabbed her things and headed out of the hotel. The guilt from harming him still hadn’t subsided. Despite everything her body still needed to feed. She snuck her way down into the janitors room with a mission. An older man probably 70’s, sat in a chair half asleep. Like a lioness stalking her prey, she pounced onto his lap grabbing his chin tightly and forcing it up. “Hello there doll”, her eyes glowed a deep red. The man started to scream and she placed a single hand over his mouth. “Shh, it’ll be over soon”. With her reassuring words she looked him straight in the eyes, feeling the drops of his sanity drain into her. Her body buzzed as she pulled more and more from him, watching the man go limp. Every last ounce was hers now and she hopped off the man. “You’ll thank me in the end”, she patted his chest as he looked around confused. With her eyes returning to normal she hurried out of the building into her car. 

Mal felt bad for leaving the human before he woke. She had to get out of the city though. With all the raids she had done and now this. There was no question she would be tracked down. Holding her phone in her hand she thought about calling him for awhile. He wouldn’t answer but she could at least leave a message. Pulling out his business card, she dialled the number. Leaving a message with his voicemail, she ended the call, tossed her phone on the passengers seat and started the car. 

Right, gotta get out of town. 

[owens-story]

Setting: Hotel, Andrew's car, Mal's car (America); May 31, 2012; 11:50 A.M. 

Summary: After an indescribable evening, Mal leaves Owen before he wakes. She starts for out of town but worries for Owen. She calls. 

About Characters:

Owen:

N/A

Mal (eyesoffury):

N/A

owenalexander:

"Wait, Mal, that’s—" she ended the call. He sighed and raised his eyebrows and hand, "Not what I meant." He put his right elbow up on the window frame on his friend’s car. He considered calling her back, but maybe what she needed was some space.

Andrew looked at him, but remained silent, letting his friend sort things out for himself. Reclining his seat, Owen lay in silence until they reached his car.

"Take care, man. I’ll see you at three. Chill out until then, all right?"

"Thank you, Andrew. I will be there," he replied, shutting the car door. Andrew drove away in his Porche and Owen entered his Camaro. There wasn’t much to do, seeing as he already ate and there was no one to see. It was one, so he still had over an hour before he had to head down to the company. The hotel was undesirable, but he needed to change. "So much for six."

Maybe after he was settled, he would call Mal.

[owens-story]

Fire | Mal | Complete

Setting: TBW; May 31, 2012; 6:00 P.M. 

Summary: Mal is a Fury--she feeds off Owen's mind. Immediately regretting it, she cares for him through the night. 

About Characters:

Owen:

Owen's little sister died. 

Mal (eyesoffury):

N/A

“Sometimes I wish I had a human to play with.”

“You should go out more, maybe you could find one.” Owen emerged from behind her, walking to his car.

“Woah, is that your car?”, she excitedly examined it. “‘69 Camaro, impressive”, she traced her fingers lightly over the body. “Looks, money, and nice car. You have it all don’t you, Owen.”

“I get out, I just don’t meet too many humans I want to play with”, Mal’s eyes flashed red and she gave a half smile.

“Call me Prince Charming.”

He began to remark on the insanity of the human race, but his he found an entirely new craze. Buried, fiery memories in his head’s graveyard rose from the dead. He was helpless as he saw his sister laying on the ground, his fears, fire. Burning, burning, he was enflamed. Helpless. He stared hopelessly into her eyes, that was all he could do. Ruby, crimson, hell. Red, bloody murder. Pain.

Mal’s eyes returned to their normal shade of brown and Owen’s expression frightened her. “Are you ok, darlin’?”, she placed a hand on his cheek. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten…The eye thing, it’s just a…I’m sorry.”

Owen gasped and his hand flew to his heart—it was pounding like an anxious knock on the door, racing like NASCAR. He put one knee on the ground; he was dizzy. “What was that?”

Her body buzzed with an intense craving for more. This man had so much to feed from but she resisted the urge to finish what she started. “I’m sorry, sweetheart”, she kneeled down in front of him and examined his face. “You’re okay though, right? I didn’t take too much did I, Owen?”. Mal for the first time in awhile felt genuinely bad for feeding off a human, even if it was unintentional. Now she was quite she he would be frightened of her and thoughts of how to explain her nature were racing through her head. 

“Owen, honey. Do you believe in folklore?” 

His head ached, eyes heavy. A thick pulse throbbed throughout his body. He managed a slight nod. “I like to.”

“Ever hear of Furies, sweetheart?”, she stood up and held her hand out to help him up. Part of her ached to drain the rest of his sanity, put him out of his pathetic human misery. She fought her nature and lifted him up, letting him lean on her for balance. “Nevermind, I should get you home.”

His mind glossed over her mention of Furies as she helped him up. Home, home, where was home? Was it… Not here, no. Farther. Not near. Hotel… Gregory? Smith? Gerard? Hotel Lucifer? Lumenark…? No, no, Light. Lumiere, yes. “I need to go to Hotel Lumiere. Do you know where that is?” He kept his eyebrows raised, feeling wasted and lost.

“Yes I do, sweetheart. C’mon”, she helped him to her car. Getting him into the passenger seat, she shut the door and hurried over to the driver side. She swung open the door, got in and slipped the keys into the ignition. “Owen, I really am sorry. I’ll fix this, promise.” Mal hadn’t delved in too deep so she was fairly certain he could sleep it off. Starting the car, she followed a mental map on how to get to his destination. “You might have a slight headache tomorrow but I think you should be ok”, she kept one hand on the wheel and the other patted his knee.

It seemed hard to respond to what she was saying. The resurrected misery of his mind was falling back into the ground, but he could still see faces and the fires could barely be tamed. Responses were layered behind everything else in his head. All Owen could bare to do was look at the woman branded into his mind. No matter what thought grabbed his attention, she was with it. The puppeteer. Still no negative emotions were about him. Just a gloomy numbness about to bust.

She continued quietly to the hotel, worried expression on her face. Her cravings had set aside and regret of what she had done set in. They drove for awhile, she kept patting his knee as if you keep him with her. Mal could spot the hotel and pulled into the lot, finding a spot and parking the car. “Ok we’re here doll. Do you have your key?”, she looked at him with softness and caring understanding of the state he was in. “What about your room number, do you know that?”.

Delayed in conciousness, Owen checked the wallet in his back pocket. If he had a key, it would be there, as he recalled. And there was a key, which he showed to the woman—Meg?—but when she told him they took key cards, he just handed her his wallet. All of his identification and money passed to a red ghost in his head. She was sweet now, but she was throwing water on a grease fire; it only confused him more, because nothing could escape.

Owen did not know the room number, so she asked him to come with her to the clerk and give his information.

For first time in years, Mal’s heart hurt for someone other than herself. Her ability had hurt and innocent man. It was confusing to her because she had killed before, with no tinge of guilt. This time she had let her guard down and lost control of her power, even if only for a minute. 

She took the wallet and helped him to the hotel. Upon reaching the front desk, the woman behind the counter looked worried. Mal tossed the young blonde the wallet, “He’s just a little drunk. Name’s Owen, not sure of the last name.” The blonde searched his wallet for ID, located a last room and gave Mal the number and a new key to the room.

Getting to his room, she helped in and sat him on the bed. She knelt down in front of him grabbing his face with her hands, “Look at me Owen.” She stared into his eyes, calm, trying to reassure him. “You’re going to be ok. You just have to sleep it off. You might have nightmares so if you want, I can stay. Keep watch. You’ll wake up tomorrow and feel yourself. I promise.”

With Meg—it had to be her name—as support, Owen limped into the room and sat on the quilted bed. His eyes wandered, observing the containment, jolting from place to place frantically until a warmness from Meg’s hands steadied him. Most of what she said was understood, still all he could do was nod, regardless this nod was more distinct. She might haunt him, but for now, who else was there?

She watched his confusion about the current situation. “Sweetheart, do you know where you are?”, she sat on the opposite side of the bed. Patting the spot where he should lay, she adjusted the pillow and pulled the blanket back. “You should really sleep, please. You’ll be making us both feel better.” 

Mal recognized she was being quite motherly to this man but her entire being ached for what she inflicted on him. Emotions rolled around inside her, balling up, pulsing. Her nature craved what he had to give, a mind full of sanity. What little she got from him tasted teased her. She felt frustrated with the amount of concern she had for this man. Why all of a sudden did she feel the need to save a human from herself? 

She raised from the bed and positioned herself in a chair in the corner, propping her feet on the stool. “I’ll just be here til morning. Just to make sure you’re alright, okay?”.

As Meg pulled back the quilt, Owen took off his shoes and laid down. Fortunately, he managed to cover himself. The woman turned off the main light and there was silence. “Mal,” he started. “Why?”

She froze at the words, breath caught in her throat. Collecting her thoughts she swallowed hard, “Because my true nature got the best of me and your mind seemed delicious.” She peeled off her heels and brought her knees up to her chest, trying to get comfortable in the chair. Mall muttered, “I wish I could take it back.” 

Turning his head back to the ceiling, a soft “I forgive you” flew from his lips into the air as he closed his eyes and slept.

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[owenalexander]

Tugging Errands | Mal | Deactivated

"Mal, where the hell have you been!" he cried playfully, seeing his old friend outside in the parking lot. "It has been ages!" He pulled her in for a hug. 

[owenalexander]

"Well, isn't this perfect timing. I'm supposed to kiss the first man I see and you just happen to be him..."

"You’re supposed to?"

[owenalexander]

Eighty Degrees | Mal | Complete

Eighty Degrees Fahrenheit in Minnesota on a Monday

Owen had been released from work, and it felt too nice to stay home. Before driving down the highway, he took out his phone and hooked it up in his car so that he would not have to hold it between his neck and shoulder. (He was safe on the road, and Bluetooths were tacky and uncomfortable.) The volume was turned up to a higher volume and his voice was ready to project. He dialed her number and listened as the phone rang.