Mari

“That wa s a TERRIBLe idea.” Mari nodded, still feeling and tasting the after effects of the god awful drink. “Yer but…” her head hit the tree. “I didn wan you to drunk too mush yanno?” No, she probably didn’t know. Mari didn’t know. That shit was stronger than she thought. At least it made her laugh. Mari couldn’t help but join in, just a little, laughing alongside the brunette. She then stuttered, mumbling something about a flower. Marigold Huh. “Y-yanno…” Mari mumbled, “I don think anywon gav me sush a nickname before. Mari…Marigold…” Mari snorted. “You botsh can call me

"You're so addicting," Mari said in a voice that was almost like a soft purr as his fingers dragged across her head. She chanced a lick at his neck, savoring the taste of his skin. The slight mustiness of ash. Salt. Sweat. Him. "I could sit here for hours." She may very well would have, but Mari had a list of things she wanted to talk to him about, and to show him today. And she'd ensure she'd get through each and every single one first. Excessive in trust and vulnerability, difficult conversations that the two were too stubborn to ever fully acknowledge. Lancaster took a sip from the ne

Mari tapped the polished wood surface of the Kotatsu in thought. She really didn't have too much of a preference - but she had coffee this morning so... "Tea." She said simply. The girl seemed rushed, So Mari allowed her to keep herself busy. Waiting patiently. Mari had no where to be. She had planned to work on some concoctions in her makeshift laboratory, but that could wait. Test tubes and steam, and all the merriment of that could wait. Mari was doing her best to actually socialize a little more. "That's good." It seemed most everyone Mari had known had someone. Their small little pi

Sottostare, mi fiamma~" Mari offered him a small smile, it was a victory. One of many. "Damn right you do." She repeated. Pounding her point home, he could submit to her whims all he wanted, just as she would to his. She lifted her own manicured hand and crossed it over his chest - drawing an x where his heart would be. Mimicking his actions. Two equally obsessive, self destructive and idiotic souls falling for one another. It wouldn't end well. But neither of them cared. Lancaster moved, placing his own bowl on the small side table then leaned back as far as the chair would allow,

Mari felt a well of pride as he complimented her cooking. "Then all the more for you." She smiled as her head tilted into his, kissing the underside of his cheek. Breathing in that intoxicating scent, a merriment of fire and spice. "It doesn't need to be here. Too cold, even for me most the time. But I shall do my best, to bring you everything you deserve and more." She was drunk on his compliments, and his happiness. Wanting more than anything to bottle it up and hoard it all for herself. These smiles, these moments were for her, and her alone. He continued to eat, then paused. Holding h

Yuki greeted her, an energetic ball of nerves. Mari snorted softly, a small smile creeping onto her lips. So, not much ha changed at least. "Yuki." the other woman didn't hear Mari, instead talking quickly - apologizing and talking about how cramped the place must be compared to its outward appearance. "Yuki." Mari repeated. "It's okay. You know me, I wouldn't have come if I didn't have the time." Mari followed the pinkette, a little amazed at how the place was practically a reverse TARDIS. That was a first. It was unexpected...to be lead straight into her room. Mari shifted her glance to

Lancaster told her the floor was too wet, Mari laughed covering her mouth so she wouldn't make a mess. Swallowing her food she shifted her head, tilting it upwards at him. Tempted to make a joke - Her eyes sparkled, she didn't say the words but his lop-sided grin showed he got what she was going to say. Instead of teasing him further Mari simply shrugged her shoulders and turned back to her food. This felt...nice. Wasn't it just a week ago she was saying she wanted something just like this? Calling it a childish fantasy. Mari lowered the fork into her bowl, pausing. A fantasy...was that what t

I prefer Gooplinetics.” Mari wanted to laugh, but was distracted. Freyd was still analyzing the area. His lips pressed into a thin line. Too smart for his own damn good. “Freyd.” He hadn’t responded, as though he didn’t hear her. Lost in his thoughts. From when she first met him, he was an absolute maelstrom of chaotic energy funnelled into a scary concise precision. It was almost deadly. In the past, the ends mattered, the means did not. That’s why they were here, his past actions caused a ripple that continued - even after years of silence. He had made so many mistakes, and learn

Oscar apologized and Mari waved off his concerns. "No...No I mean..." She paused as he handed her a cup of coffee, the smell reminded her of Freyd. Was there...vanilla in this? Mari smiled softly as she picked it up. "That was also what I wanted - so I mean." She shrugged, pausing to blow on the coffee to cool it down. Their relationship was an odd one, last night was enjoyable. Passing out next to someone you didn't have romantic feelings for had a slightly..lonely connotation for the woman but it also wasn't bad. It wasn't like he was a stranger. He was Oscar. Mari took a sip. Enjoying the

“Can’t be. Freyd would be way less clunky and loud than someone wearing all this ridiculous hockey paraphernalia. Although, I dunno… maybe I should have it chromed, since the subtle look seems to be out this season.” “Pfft…” Mari laughed, shaking her head. Even his poorly executed joke couldn’t quite shake this small feeling bubbling up in her; she was..happy. Which made today all the worse. Or maybe, it was better she felt this way beforehand? Mari wasn’t exactly well educated when it came to the goopification of your darkest feelings all bottled up over several years. She tilted her h

Lancaster hadn't moved from the chair. Mari couldn't blame him. "Before this game, I had never really seen snow before." She said in an attempt to keep the conversation light. She picked up first the pitcher and two glasses, and placed them on the small coffee table beside Lancaster, then she went back to the table to grab the two bowls of food. Steaming with warmth. Mari returned to his side. Pausing to put her own bowl down on the ground Mari made to kneel in front of him. Staring up at him from between his legs she couldn't help but offer him a coy smile. She reached out, tracing one of his

The music started, a jagged and broken chord, the screech of a bow against string which made Mari flinch. What the…. She had been stirring the meat laden sauce with a ladle when she heard the tune. Mari shut the lid and half ran to her front door. Someone was playing the violin? And if she had to be honest…quite badly…they would be cutting up their poor fingers. Only one person would be idiotic enough, crazy enough to do such a thing. Her door swung open to see Lancaster. His stance was completely wrong. His fingers were battered and bandaged. Every so often the violin would slip out from

How many days had it been? Two….three? They all kinda blended into one. To have him walk away hurt - but it was honestly the best thing he could have done in the situation. The two were not in the right headspace. They had been hit with hard and heavy truths. Anything between them would have been far too emotionally charged. Mari spent most of the time alone - aside from the quest she did with Freyd - But there was too much going on for her to mention anything to do with Lancaster. The rest of the time, Mari spent alone. Mostly in her home - curled up by the fire, never once letting it go

Mari rested her head in the crook of his neck, every so often pressing forward in a gentle kiss. Listening to him list off the rules. On paper, they seemed completely reasonable. But there was something inherently off about them, as though they were made to keep PKers in check. To keep rogue elements aligned. Mari paused in her onslaught of gentle caresses and kisses, giving herself a chance to breath again. Her head still muddled. How long would this last? Lancaster gently ran his fingers down her neck in a soothing motion. Mari forgot how incredibly cold she was before their meeting. Ri

"It seems very effective, my head is spinning." "Of course it is. I made it." Mari ran a worried hand up and down his chest. "But...I think it might be too strong. My initial tests were with smaller amounts I didn't think..." her head fell to his shoulder as he pulled her into his lap. Possessive hands wrapping around her waist and pulling her toward him in a kind of desperation for closeness. But... That's just it...isn't it? She never stopped to think. She just did. It was one of the issues Freyd had with her actions. She got too obsessed, too caught up. She never gave herself time to

You've made a grave mistake. “Told you.” Mari was beginning to get feeling back in her body. Lancaster had lost all the lustre he normally extruded. Right now he was near silent. His voice was hoarse. Booming with a dark commanding tone. Mari tried to reach for her syringes - she was angry. So angry at the man. He mentioned her daughter. He said he took joy in her death…. That…that was unforgivable. He talked about her as if she were nothing more than property. This unsavory sort. It was the kind that Oscar and Beat would hunt. The kind Mari promised to take care of- to help alleviat

Mari had just begun her trek back down after leaving Freyd's house. She could count the number of people who were on her friends list...who could message her on her hands. With the people who were missing..on a single hand. So she had to stop, in surprise - when she saw the little message notification pop up. "Huh?" Who would be messaging her? Macradon and Baldur were busy preparing for the frontlines...and she had just said goodbye to Freyd. Raidou? No, he wasn't the type to reach out. "Yuki?" Mari asked quizzically as she read over the message once, then twice. Trying to make sense of i

"Non muovere un dito!" After picking up the violin Mari paused, letting the bow rest below his chin, she once again lifted it up so that he could face her. “Ahh.” She droned. Smiling. “Good boy. bravo ragazzo.” link The next song was much more…energetic. Mari loved the violin, but she wasn’t the most graceful, so some of her movements were stilted as she moved around the makeshift ‘stage area’ She had to focus on her breathing…her singing… the instrumental interlude swelled and thats when she started to sing Ever on and on I continue circling

Every small touch...every gentle caress of the skin - Mari practically leaned into it. Soaking up his warmth. She felt cold. Shivering almost. Had been that way since the Gemini was pulled from her. As though she was missing an entire part of herself. Granted one that was malicious and cruel...but still. "Then fall, anima gemella and allow me to catch you." Goddammit. Mari inwardly hissed at the motion. That wasn't fair. That was practically illegal. Red erupted across her face as blood rushed forward. Heart singing and calling out to the other man, begging him to push

Sorry I'm late, mi amore. There was... traffic." She stopped pacing, eyes lighting up when they saw Lancaster. She broached the gap between them, black cloak billow behind her, revealing bare legs, and just the slightest flurry of a glimmery gold above her thighs, too hidden by the cape to see fully. “Lancaster….” She breathed melodiously. The anxiousness melted away with a soft laugh as she reached out to pull the rose from between his teeth. His appearance, the bright smile he wore. The absolutely corny grin...the fucking rose in his teeth. Her thumb ran over his lip, pulling away

“Hollandaise?! I always thought of it as a sort of fancy ‘Dijon’ mayo.” Mari snorted and shook her head. They both seemed equally confused, although Freyd was the one to voice it. Elora simply dunk her sausage into it. It was...refreshing to see people react to her cooking. Mari wasn't the best at it, rather - she only knew how to make a handful of dishes, this sauce was one of the few things she really perfected. "It's..from France actually. So its not really a Dijon Mayo." Somehow, the moment had helped alleviate things, if only a little. And that too made Mari feel relief. "It's s

Mari stood in the battlefield, alongside friends and strangers alike -storm clouds loomed above in a blanket of thick miasma that threatened to render the sky and land apart. There was a stillness in the air...the waves had stopped moving, and all was silent beside the uncomfortable sounds of shuffling feet and clothes. Why was she here? Mari moved her head from one side to the other. All the frontliners sectioned off in their own groups. They all seemed so prepared, so ready. Some even itching to fight. But what was she doing here? Her eyes lowered to the floor. She wanted to be of use -

Mari dipped her head into his neck, the familiar and comforting scents of lemon and earthy woods. She had to admit...she hadn't expected that. Did she want it? Yes. But to have him pull her into the house and wordlessly ravage her? No. “So, To what do I owe the pleasure?” He looked pissed when he first answered the door, so Mari couldn't help but laugh, the tinges of alcohol still ebbing at the fringe of her mind.Hah...I figured you were so mad when you answered that door...should've seen your face...maybe I should rile you up more often." Mari reached up to try and wipe the sweat f

Mari liked him, it wasn’t something like love that would be ridiculous. But she confirmed it wasn’t just lust either… confirmed in quite possibly the best way. Even if it did cost Aincrad a flower field. So what was it exactly…? Emotions were hard to package, you couldn’t wrap them up with a neat bow and call it a day. You couldn’t whack a label on it. The two shouldn’t be together. That much was obvious - and yet they kept running into each other. Not by chance or destiny but because in a way, they kept seeking the other out. At some point, if their intangible tango were to continue - they’d

In all honesty...Mari expected him to pull away. A small joke, a comment, compliment - then with a forlorn expression she expected him to leave her. Go back to his business. His world. There was a long silence as his eyes were set to the sky above, moving only to take long drags of his cigarette. Ever present. Then finally, he spoke, telling her how her hips cast magic. Shifting his head to lock into her eyes. His burning ember laden eyes burning with the cooled ferocity of a dying campfire. "-Everything a man could want, but could never steal." Lancaster turned away from her