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stone_roses) wrote2012-07-11 10:29 am
stone_roses) wrote2012-07-11 10:29 am
Forever
Who: Vivian and Markus.
When: Now.
What: Learning the game.
Rating: R for adult concepts.
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The atmosphere cooled her skin as she made her way into the building. Once inside her eyes adjusted to the difference in light. Scent of beeswax filled her nose, and her hand smoothed along the wooden pews of the church seats. He was easy to spot. Easy to feel. Vivian made her way to him taking a seat up in front. She stretched out across the seat and noted a look of disapproval cross his hard set features.
"One genuflects before taking a seat."
Vivian shrugged, "I'll remember the next time we visit."
"Is this going to be habit forming?" Markus asked. The look of disapproval being replace with a softer look of amusement.
Assessing him under dark lashes Vivian noted without the look of wanting to kill her etched across his features his hawkish nose, strong jaw, hard mouth and winter green eyes, gave him a likeable appearance bordering on attractive. His five o'clock shadow on his jaw gave a more rugged appearance than his usual clean shaven look. The face alone told of an outdoors life in hard situations. The expression in his eyes appeared placid belying his darker demeanour.
The realisation came to her he looked like she felt. “We have the same baggage."
His blank gaze caused her to reach to her dark circles under her eyes. Sleeping had been damn near impossible since her arrival to Marty's hotel. It didn't matter she was given everything she asked for right down to a different bed warmer to help her sleep. Curves. Muscular. Both. She still tossed and turned.
"You'd have found some one to warm your side by now. You never sleep alone."
"Markus, I'm always alone; you taught me to understand those little things."
The quip garnered a soft laugh from the older Immortal, "No, that trick is your own creation."
Markus gave another chuckle at her put-upon-sulk.
"Why can't we fight here? What will happen?"
"The Viking told you this?" Markus tone held one of inquisitiveness. When he spoke again Vivian's expression changed to astonishment, "Whatever you believe when you are in a spiritual house one should leave our physical body behind." At Vivian's perplexed face, Markus broke the remark down. "We are guests; we do not fight in another man's home."
Vivian tinkling mirth brought glances her way, she covered her mouth giggling, "You're such a hypocrite."
"In everything else, yes." His grave tenor made her sober and she moved crossing her arms to lean against the back of the church pew. She rested her chin on her crossed arms,
"What were you before this?"
The question took Markus aback. Her beguiling expression revealed the innocent nature of the inquiry.
"I was a farmer."
"Before this", she said, "before the kidnapping, I was a school girl."
"The girl is still here." Markus added with a slight mocking accent.
"So is the farmer." Vivian added with an air of haughtiness.
Markus leaned in close. Their faces merely hairs breathe in distance. His voice dropped to the softest of whispers, "I'm still a killer."
blue coloured eyes clashed with winter green coloured eyes, "If that was all you were, you wouldn't behave as a guest in another man's house." The nerve struck. And spun gold coloured lashes fanned downward to hide winter green coloured eyes. Vivian was gracious enough to let him recover without gloating over her temporary victory with verbal sparring.
"Why do you have to kill?" A straight forward, unembellished questioned, returned a straight forward reply. "It is in my nature." Once he was certain Vivian accepted the atrociousness of the direct answer he asked,
"Are you going to kill me?"
With her chin still resting on her arms she looked at him with impossibly dark eyes. "The Viking told me not to."
The idea Vivian did as she was told caused Markus to give gentle laughter. The sound received side glances from others in the pews opposite them. His laughter softened. "Hypocrite."
"Only in this." She returned. Their gazes clashed one more time.
"Why won't you kill me?" Markus articulated the query hanging in the air between them.
"It isn't in my nature to kill."
"Liar."
"Put it this way, I'm not going to kill you."
Markus scoffed, "The Viking told you not to do that too?"
"Yes." Smirked Vivian.
"The asshole."
A silence fell between the two until Vivian needed to know the answer to one final question,
"Markus...the others...like us..."
He knew what she wanted to ask. He had solicited the same questions in the beginning too. Markus only recieved one answer to make sense of the game,
"In the end there can be only one."
The reply was all she needed to know. They were playing a game of survival and she would not be able to hide from that. "Survival is what I do best." She murmured. Her gaze lifted to Markus and she knew then they were all good at the same thing, him and the others like them both --- the Immortals.
"Audr lied when he said Immortality was forever, didn't he?"
Arching a blond eyebrow Markus gave a truthful response, "Ask me again in another couple of centuries. You might feel a different with what you think is forever." He stood to move from his seat, taking a moment to genuflect and cross him self as he exited the pew. Any hope Vivian had with the idea they could put aside their differences dashed with the rule of the Immortal game. As The Immortal turned away from her she called after him,
"Markus, this isn't going to get any easier is it?"
"No, Vivian, living is never easy."
She watched him as he made his way out of the church. Vivian remained behind a long time after before she made her way out of the church. When she exited the church seat, she did as Markus did, genuflect and crossed herself. This was holy ground after all, who was she to disrespect the ground which gave her safety.
When: Now.
What: Learning the game.
Rating: R for adult concepts.
-----------------------------
The atmosphere cooled her skin as she made her way into the building. Once inside her eyes adjusted to the difference in light. Scent of beeswax filled her nose, and her hand smoothed along the wooden pews of the church seats. He was easy to spot. Easy to feel. Vivian made her way to him taking a seat up in front. She stretched out across the seat and noted a look of disapproval cross his hard set features.
"One genuflects before taking a seat."
Vivian shrugged, "I'll remember the next time we visit."
"Is this going to be habit forming?" Markus asked. The look of disapproval being replace with a softer look of amusement.
Assessing him under dark lashes Vivian noted without the look of wanting to kill her etched across his features his hawkish nose, strong jaw, hard mouth and winter green eyes, gave him a likeable appearance bordering on attractive. His five o'clock shadow on his jaw gave a more rugged appearance than his usual clean shaven look. The face alone told of an outdoors life in hard situations. The expression in his eyes appeared placid belying his darker demeanour.
The realisation came to her he looked like she felt. “We have the same baggage."
His blank gaze caused her to reach to her dark circles under her eyes. Sleeping had been damn near impossible since her arrival to Marty's hotel. It didn't matter she was given everything she asked for right down to a different bed warmer to help her sleep. Curves. Muscular. Both. She still tossed and turned.
"You'd have found some one to warm your side by now. You never sleep alone."
"Markus, I'm always alone; you taught me to understand those little things."
The quip garnered a soft laugh from the older Immortal, "No, that trick is your own creation."
Markus gave another chuckle at her put-upon-sulk.
"Why can't we fight here? What will happen?"
"The Viking told you this?" Markus tone held one of inquisitiveness. When he spoke again Vivian's expression changed to astonishment, "Whatever you believe when you are in a spiritual house one should leave our physical body behind." At Vivian's perplexed face, Markus broke the remark down. "We are guests; we do not fight in another man's home."
Vivian tinkling mirth brought glances her way, she covered her mouth giggling, "You're such a hypocrite."
"In everything else, yes." His grave tenor made her sober and she moved crossing her arms to lean against the back of the church pew. She rested her chin on her crossed arms,
"What were you before this?"
The question took Markus aback. Her beguiling expression revealed the innocent nature of the inquiry.
"I was a farmer."
"Before this", she said, "before the kidnapping, I was a school girl."
"The girl is still here." Markus added with a slight mocking accent.
"So is the farmer." Vivian added with an air of haughtiness.
Markus leaned in close. Their faces merely hairs breathe in distance. His voice dropped to the softest of whispers, "I'm still a killer."
blue coloured eyes clashed with winter green coloured eyes, "If that was all you were, you wouldn't behave as a guest in another man's house." The nerve struck. And spun gold coloured lashes fanned downward to hide winter green coloured eyes. Vivian was gracious enough to let him recover without gloating over her temporary victory with verbal sparring.
"Why do you have to kill?" A straight forward, unembellished questioned, returned a straight forward reply. "It is in my nature." Once he was certain Vivian accepted the atrociousness of the direct answer he asked,
"Are you going to kill me?"
With her chin still resting on her arms she looked at him with impossibly dark eyes. "The Viking told me not to."
The idea Vivian did as she was told caused Markus to give gentle laughter. The sound received side glances from others in the pews opposite them. His laughter softened. "Hypocrite."
"Only in this." She returned. Their gazes clashed one more time.
"Why won't you kill me?" Markus articulated the query hanging in the air between them.
"It isn't in my nature to kill."
"Liar."
"Put it this way, I'm not going to kill you."
Markus scoffed, "The Viking told you not to do that too?"
"Yes." Smirked Vivian.
"The asshole."
A silence fell between the two until Vivian needed to know the answer to one final question,
"Markus...the others...like us..."
He knew what she wanted to ask. He had solicited the same questions in the beginning too. Markus only recieved one answer to make sense of the game,
"In the end there can be only one."
The reply was all she needed to know. They were playing a game of survival and she would not be able to hide from that. "Survival is what I do best." She murmured. Her gaze lifted to Markus and she knew then they were all good at the same thing, him and the others like them both --- the Immortals.
"Audr lied when he said Immortality was forever, didn't he?"
Arching a blond eyebrow Markus gave a truthful response, "Ask me again in another couple of centuries. You might feel a different with what you think is forever." He stood to move from his seat, taking a moment to genuflect and cross him self as he exited the pew. Any hope Vivian had with the idea they could put aside their differences dashed with the rule of the Immortal game. As The Immortal turned away from her she called after him,
"Markus, this isn't going to get any easier is it?"
"No, Vivian, living is never easy."
She watched him as he made his way out of the church. Vivian remained behind a long time after before she made her way out of the church. When she exited the church seat, she did as Markus did, genuflect and crossed herself. This was holy ground after all, who was she to disrespect the ground which gave her safety.