Imposition || Skye & Marlin
@themidnightphantom
Possession isn’t something that Marlin often considers. He owns very few things for a reason, and after two years away from thievery, the itching in his palms every time that he sees something shiny has finally started to settle down. Better to be light and transient rather than own things that might drag him down when he inevitably needs to run.
He finds himself fixating on this idea, somehow, one late night at The Tap where he sees Skye far across the room. Marlin is tucked in a shadowy booth at the bar, while Skye’s taken up a reigning position at the counter, where he’s been whispering and flirting with some giggling woman with breasts that are about to take over the room for at least half an hour now.
Marlin takes a long drink of his fourth glass of wine, eyes never moving, then sets it aside when he drains it and slips out of his seat.
The girl steps away from Skye for a moment, weaving toward the restrooms, and Marlin waits until Skye can see the both of them before he catches the woman’s wrist and drops his voice. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? He’s my boyfriend. Didn’t he tell you that?”
It’s easy. Within sixty seconds the girl is shooting Skye a dirty look over her shoulder, then leaving the bar entirely. Marlin glances at Skye, purses his lips in obvious confusion, shrugs, then saunters back to his booth, where he settles in and pours a new glass of wine that empties out his bottle.
