Mari

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

Mari closed her eyes. It was…oddly peaceful. The scents were different. Fresh loamy earth - charred trees. The hints of smoke. She could hear the approach of someone, and knew it could only be one person. The one other person would have loudly announced his presence. “Freyd…” Mari said quietly, eyes still closed in perhaps the last moment of peace she’d have for a while. She sounded oddly calm with everything. Especially with what was about to transpire. Mari lifted a head from her knee and finally turned to look at him. He had a solemn and grim look on his features. Right…this would be j

It had been around three days since she last spoke to Freyd. The first day he followed her around, constantly checking in on her and making sure she was okay. She only had the one coughing fit - it seemed their nights spent talking and planning helped curb some of her gemini’s attempts to escape. Freyd finally let her have her space - with the promise that Mari would track every single coughing fit, even if no bile came from it. He needed to spend time with Elora. And Mari, being a solitary creature, needed time to think on her own without a doting friend following her around. It was fun

He bore down on her, and Mari was all too willing to accept, practically melting and melding around him and to his touch. A murmur here, a moan there - responding to the more ravenous actions with fervor. He left welts, and marks along her skin and in turn she had done the same - marks against his back, his neck, his collarbone. Greedy and insatiable touches and bites to claim him. Fingers would drag across his back and she'd press harder into him. "Hold this mia fammia, so you don't melt completely. Best not give you any new burns." A ring, he had pressed to her lips, and

It was difficult to put into words...small voices screamed at Mari. This was dangerous. This was wrong. She didn't know him. And yet there was so much unspoken, already the two were so entwined with past connections, people like her dearest friend Oikawa...His voice lowered, a rumbled whisper as he agreed to her offer of a concert, a performance - just for him. She felt her heart ache at that. Was it a good pain? Or a bad? She couldn't tell. "Pain and pleasure. It is shared amore mia dolce. Like your hand." Without realizing it, Mari found her hand wrapped in his own, his rough callo

"Pain is life, as is warmth. Embrace it." "I wish more people thought that way. Instead of constant platitudes of black and white. Sides, some of the most fun things can be painful." She wouldn't elaborate. They were both adults, and she didn't need to. If he caught her implication, great, if he didn't. who cares? If their meeting this time would end anything like it did last time, then she doubted she'd see him anytime soon. Then again...Mari lifted her gaze to meet his crimson. Searching them for something, there was an intensity behind her eyes that coaxed his own into her radiance,

Business. That meant please don't ask what I was doing. Mari simply nodded in response. She wouldn't pry. Not right now. They didn't know each other well enough for that. "I was here to experiment." Mari admitted. The grass around here usually had an extra layer of moisture to it, so any fires she started would be contained. The damage kept to a minimum. The last thing she needed was to piss off a bunch of NPCs and be running, or to accidentally hurt an actual person. And quite the flame you've nursed mi amore. I see you've been bitten Mari glanced down at her bandaged hand.