He's almost a day late, but when you're out on the road, fighting for your life against seemingly endless gangs of raiders, time doesn't mean much. He can see the way her face twists, first in relief, then in slight annoyance. He'd made her worry. Again. Before she can open her mouth to admonish him, he cups her cheeks with his hands and pulls her in for a deep, slow kiss. ❛ Happy new year, princess, ❜ he mumbles against her mouth, before pressing their lips together again.
It’s not to say she sits around her apartment waiting for him, because it’s of no use. At first she did, when he told her he grew restless. She did not take offense, Marcie know sitting around isn’t what he is built for. She doesn’t stop him from leaving when he wants, but the waiting…. it is almost unbearable. her dreams are tortured with thoughts of his demise. It is not that she doubts his abilities, but he is only one mortal man, and every man has his time. It tends to come sooner when he routinely leaves the safety of these walls. The door to her apartment opens without a knock, and she is not expecting anyone. Looking up from the book she reads as she lounges on a couch, Marcie gets onto her feet, subconsciously dropping the book in favor or fixing her skirt. "Cain--" He looks terrible, dirty, and unkempt. His hands are on her face before she can do the same to him, his lips pressing against hers, and she isn't sure if it has taken her by surprise or not. New Years? Does he care about such things? He kisses him again, and she returns his affections. When the kiss is over, Marcie burrows her head in the crook of his neck, tongue heavy with words unsaid, but she is sure he knows.
