hiiii it's me, if no one else has asked PLEASE tell me abt guardian angel marcus? 😇
Hayley you are a shining light and i wish I was joking but this is serious me right now 😭🥹💕
Thank you so much for sending an ask in you didn’t have too and GAH 🥺 so grateful and appreciate you!!
SO!! I can’t take all credit for guardian angel Marcus P because he appeared first in our dear @yeehaw-djarin neck of the woods (thank you eri always) but I am obsessed with him?? I think I wrote a little blurb about him in Eri’s inbox too but now I can’t remember omfg lmaooo 🤡
But I so vividly picture him saving us from an elevator crash accident (thankfully no one else is in the lift!)
He has only been our guardian angel recently after he unfortunately passed away on the job. But, he doesn’t have memory of his past life as a mortal. He knows about human things and understands everything he just can’t remember who he was or what his life was and it makes you sad because okay-
I have this one vivid scene I have to write out of us going to an art musuem because I am just a corny cliché…
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You need to get out of the house, take a break and be outside. But with your constant companion tagging along you can’t make a scene just talking to the air so the musuem is the best of both worlds.
You’re thankful no one is around, plus wearing a Bluetooth earphone to play it off that you’re on the phone helps. So you get to enjoy and chat with Marcus about the pieces.
You admire the colors, the techniques, the brushstrokes together. Marcus gazes in awe besides you at the transitions of different pieces through every exhibit.
You eventually stumbled upon a classic Rembrandt, Jacob Wrestling With an Angel. You go to make a joke about it since an actual angel stands besides you looking dashingly handsome in a charcoal blazer.
“Thank you for proving to me that not all angels look like that.” You joking tease but when you turn to Marcus he is staring so intently at you.
“No… guess they don’t.” He answers soft and the tenderness underlying his tone hangs between you and Rembrandt’s work.
You don’t push his words. Instead you happily jump back into the self guided tour.
At one point you wander away from Marcus to go investigate an interesting painting that caught your eye. Then when you turn to find Marcus, you catch him staring up at a beautiful Monet.
His gorgeous charcoal eyes are watery, deep conflicted waves, that have you rushing over to him quick.
“Marcus what’s wrong?” You don’t even care if anyone sees you asking the air beside you a concerned question.
“I…” His voice is choked up, waterlogged and drenched. “I think, I don’t know why but I think I was an artist…in my past life.”
Your throat closes tight and your heart twist, feeling so overwhelmed for this dear man.
You go to hold his hand but then, you stop. Because all you will be grabbing is air. Because as an angel he can touch you, but you cannot touch him.
So instead you stand beside him and stare up at Monet’s work as your eyes feel as if they could spill over as well.
You believe Marcus was probably an artist when he was alive. It fits him. But it also brings in a soft ache that whispers how you wish more than ever you could hold his paint stained hand…
(Ok wow sorry this got away from me WHOOPS)
