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Post by SongofWindchimes on Feb 15, 2012 19:33:06 GMT -5
Marco quirked a brow. Even though Charisma's hair was longer, he still felt his took the prize for most unruly; it seemed to dedicate itself to being uncooperative with his vanity, and right now it had been left to its own devices for far too long. "Well, if you insist..." he said with dramatic sigh, which rapidly turned into a chuckle as he got up.
However, he was still looking at her as he took the first couple of steps. Something about the way she'd said that--Dammit Marco! He shook his head a little. "I'll try not to take up the whole day," he joked, then kept going.
When he caught sight of himself in the bathroom mirror, his dramatics before very nearly became reality. He knew it was bad, but actually seeing it; oh, God, he'd left his apartment looking like this. This was going to hurt, too, he thought as he picked up the nearest brush and started to attack the monster made of tangles.
If anyone were to walk by, a small chorus of, "Ow ow ow ow ow..." would be heard. At least it was an effective distraction from all the confusing and conflicting emotions.
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Post by KARP KARP! on Feb 15, 2012 19:44:51 GMT -5
[atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv181/SojiRem/charismaposttable.png);][atrb=width, 497][atrb=height, 297][atrb=style,border:0 darkviolet none,b,Table][scrolly:h(240),w(282),sy,as(padding:4px 0px 5px;margin-top:48px;margin-left:212px;)]"If you're not back in an hour I'm coming in after you," she joked back. Then, as soon as he walked out, the bassist reached under the couch, finding her notebook and pen. The purple notebook and matching pen were never far from Charisma's reach. This, was her journal. Where she wrote all her poetry and possible lyrics, though most of them were only ever seen by her. Not that she was usually self-conscious, she just wasn't the type to show off her work. It was honestly just her way of letting out her emotions. And she had to get these out. NOW.
However, unlike most times, Charisma wasn't sure she wanted Marco to see these. And so, with him gone, she scribbled frantically, trying to get them down like she wanted. Purple ink splashed across the white pages, often to be crossed out, scribbled through, then another attempt was made. She knew what she wanted to write, but it wouldn't come out.
Words escape me as I look into those eyes
The same ones I've always seen, day after day, night after night
But this time, I'm lost. Mesmerized by your touch, your hand on mine
I don't know what or how to tell you as my heart melts into my spine
As I realize maybe I want to be more than this, I don't know what to do.
Am I just supposed to look into those eyes, and tell you that I love you?
"Graaaah...." Charisma growled, staring at what she came up with. She felt she could do so much better, but...she hesitated, not yet scribbling these out...
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Post by SongofWindchimes on Feb 15, 2012 20:31:10 GMT -5
It took a bit, but Marco started to get it all under control. The strokes of the brush were more like proper strokes instead of clawing, and expression of pain had lessened from the steam of 'ow' to the occasional wince. It'd take more than a brushing to get it back to the state he preferred, but at least he'd look like he knew the difference between a hairbrush and a garden rake when he headed home.
Marco looked at the electric blue eyes staring tiredly back at him from the mirror, and he let out a little sigh. "What's wrong with me?" he questioned the reflection, who clearly was less than inclined to help him out.
Why come to me now?
That was just drunken rambling. A misunderstanding. So why did he keep trying to find signs that it wasn't? Why was being close to her both so desirable and so uncomfortable? He breathed a small, mirthless laugh. "You really are a masochist, Marco..." He'd have to be, to put himself through this.
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Post by KARP KARP! on Feb 15, 2012 20:42:05 GMT -5
[atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv181/SojiRem/charismaposttable.png);][atrb=width, 497][atrb=height, 297][atrb=style,border:0 darkviolet none,b,Table][scrolly:h(240),w(282),sy,as(padding:4px 0px 5px;margin-top:48px;margin-left:212px;)]Meanwhile, Charisma dropped her pen, setting the notebook on the table, frustrated. All she'd managed to add were....well, she didn't have anything but the one neat stanza amidst the sea of purple scribbles, and anything she added were instantly scribbled out.
Those brown eyes just stared at the page, sighing softly. Her headache came back, though she wasn't sure if it was from the hangover, or from the frustration she was getting from this. Why was she writing things like that? Did she really feel that way about Marco? Hell, she wasn't sure what she felt anymore. Her eyes glanced back to the direction of the bathroom, then picked up the pen again.
I don't know why I feel this way right now
Maybe deep down, I always did somehow.
Hopefully I'll have the strength to say
Just how I feel before you go away.
Leaving me confused, hurting, but not abused.
I feel this needs to be laid to rest
I can't sleep until I get this off my chest.
Sorting out my feelings, I'm trying with all my might.
Am I falling head over heels, or just hung over from last night?
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Post by SongofWindchimes on Feb 15, 2012 21:19:21 GMT -5
Marco finally just put the brush down, trying to smooth his hair with his hands; he'd managed to build up some static during all of that that was bothering him. After that turned out to be a hopeless endeavor, he frowned and sighed deeply, for entirely different reasons than his hair.
"And you are beautiful," he said in the voice just above a whisper, "Whether you believe me or not, you are. Whether you believe anything I say or not, you're the most amazing person I've ever known."
He met his reflection's eyes, his mouth twitching into a smirk. "Yep. Pure masochism."
How had he managed to end up having a conversation with his reflection in a bathroom mirror that wasn't even his, while his straight-edge best friend was sitting on her couch with a hangover? Who he may or may not have just realized he was in love with. If that's even what this was. For all he knew, he was just being a hormonal idiot and seeing things that weren't there.
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Post by KARP KARP! on Feb 15, 2012 21:29:37 GMT -5
[atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv181/SojiRem/charismaposttable.png);][atrb=width, 497][atrb=height, 297][atrb=style,border:0 darkviolet none,b,Table][scrolly:h(240),w(282),sy,as(padding:4px 0px 5px;margin-top:48px;margin-left:212px;)]"Ugh...Charisma...what is your problem?" She grumbled to herself. "What are you thinking? This is foolish...Why am I even...."
With a sigh, she ripped the page out of her notebook, balled it up, and, frustrated, she threw it behind her, mostly out of habit. She lay back on the couch, grumbling to herself. Closing her eyes, she waited for Marco to get back. "I swear...I'm learning the hard way exactly why I'm straight edge," she joked lightly to herself.
At that moment, Babygirl came out of the kitchen, after eating, and playing with a ball of yarn Charisma'd given her to play with. She hopped up on the couch, snuggling her trainer. "Purr-row?"
Charisma chuckled, opening one eye. "Hey, Babygirl~"
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Post by SongofWindchimes on Feb 15, 2012 22:27:58 GMT -5
"Well, Marco, I think you've had your fill of talking to yourself like a crazy person," he said after a few moments, giving his reflection a smile. "Now it's time to keep talking to her like you're a crazy person."
Marco ran his hand through his hair, nothing with some approval that no knots hindered him, before he turned and stepped out of the bathroom. He did wish he had something to tie it back with, but he wasn't going to go looking through Charisma's things for a hair elastic without permission. He'd just deal.
His steps were a bit slower than they normally would be, still lost in his thoughts. He really knew how to torture himself, didn't he? He was the exact opposite of her type. A veteran of the one night stand. And yet, he kept thinking that maybe...
Marco came back to reality at a faint crumpling sound, and he blinked and looked down to see that he'd stepped on the a piece of paper. That hadn't been there before. He bent down and picked it up on impulse, staring at it. Once he realized that he thought he saw a bit of purple ink, he simultaneously wanted to drop it and open it. He ended up just standing there like a moron, instead.
He couldn't just...Sure, Charisma has never been all that self-conscious about her writing, but just reading her poem off her floor without permission? He'd already done that once accidentally; he didn't want to do it intentionally.
Marco kept walking and smiled a little at Charisma and Babygirl on the couch. "Miss the garbage can?" he asked, lightly teasing, as he put the still-crumpled, unread piece of paper on the coffee table. "Good news. The brush will live to see another day," he added with a chuckle.
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Post by KARP KARP! on Feb 15, 2012 22:34:27 GMT -5
[atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv181/SojiRem/charismaposttable.png);][atrb=width, 497][atrb=height, 297][atrb=style,border:0 darkviolet none,b,Table][scrolly:h(240),w(282),sy,as(padding:4px 0px 5px;margin-top:48px;margin-left:212px;)]Charisma jumped, sitting straight up in her seat, clutching Babygirl as Marco spoke. He'd thoroughly scared the crap out of her! Then, he set the paper down and made a joke.
Her face went redder than it probably ever had before, and for once in her life, she found herself stuttering like a love-struck schoolgirl. "I uh...I mean...I thought I had lyrics bouncing in my head, but...it uh...Yeah they suck...." she looked away nervously. "Marco?" she asked, still looking at him "Never. EVER. Let me drink again, kay?"
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Post by SongofWindchimes on Feb 15, 2012 22:55:19 GMT -5
Marco was very surprised by her jumping like that. Her bout of blushing and stuttering earned a bewildered stare, and he found his eyes flicking between the paper and her in a kind of 'what'd I do?' way. The last thing she said snapped him out of it, however.
He moved to sit next to her again, that gentle smile of his back on his face. "You think I'd do anything else?" he asked. "Frankly, I don't think I'm going to be touching the stuff myself for a while," he admitted.
He glanced at the paper again. "And I'm sure they're not that bad," he said, though he still had no intention of finding out for himself, instead reaching over to pet Babygirl. "Hey, kit-kat," he greeted the kitten a bit belatedly.
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Post by KARP KARP! on Feb 15, 2012 22:59:27 GMT -5
[atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv181/SojiRem/charismaposttable.png);][atrb=width, 497][atrb=height, 297][atrb=style,border:0 darkviolet none,b,Table][scrolly:h(240),w(282),sy,as(padding:4px 0px 5px;margin-top:48px;margin-left:212px;)]"No, they are!" she said, blushing even deeper. It was very obvious she didn't want him to read it. Though from her actions, it was hard to tell exactly why. "Maybe you should just throw it away....or better yet set it on fire."
The Purrloin leaned into Marco's hand, purring softly as Charisma fidgeted nervously.
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Post by SongofWindchimes on Feb 15, 2012 23:22:21 GMT -5
Marco very slowly raised a brow. Though he didn't stop petting Babygirl, his attention was entirely on Charisma. This reaction made him all the more curious about what was actually on the piece of paper, but her acting like this was more worrying than it was amusing.
"Charisma, it's okay. I'm not going to read it if you don't want me to." The hand that wasn't occupied with kitty-petting moved with the intention of resting on her shoulder. "No need to start setting things on fire."
It didn't seem to occur to him that physical contact was likely not going to help. Then again, that assumed that his brain had any real part in his equation; he just really wanted her to calm down.
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Post by KARP KARP! on Feb 15, 2012 23:45:14 GMT -5
[atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv181/SojiRem/charismaposttable.png);][atrb=width, 497][atrb=height, 297][atrb=style,border:0 darkviolet none,b,Table][scrolly:h(240),w(282),sy,as(padding:4px 0px 5px;margin-top:48px;margin-left:212px;)]"I...I don't know," she murmured, again leaning into his touch. She sighed softly. The bassist was fighting her mind; she didn't know what to do, and it was driving her crazy.
After a long, awkward moment of silence, she let out another breath. "Go...go ahead, if you want..." she whispered, looking away, still blushing.
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Post by SongofWindchimes on Feb 16, 2012 0:14:15 GMT -5
Marco wasn't sure how to react to that. He was actually a bit afraid to read it now, and another pause lingered after she gave her permission before he finally withdrew and picked up the paper. Maybe he should have just tossed the stupid thing in the trash...
All the same, he went about straightening it out, ready to drop it the second Charisma changed her mind, if she did at all. Then, he finally looked, eyes skimming past the scribbles and drinking in the actual words.
His heart stopped. Everything stopped. Marco must have read through it at least three times before he showed any kind of reaction, which was very slowly and gently setting the paper back down and actually letting himself breathe. That...there was no way to interpret that differently, right? Nothing that could possibly mean other than what he thought it did?
Am I just supposed to look into those eyes, and tell you that I love you?
There was probably some kind of joke he could make. Something he could say to break the stretching silence. But he couldn't think of it. Maybe he didn't want to. "Charisma..." He breathed her name softly, and if she looked at him, she'd see a look of adoration the likes of which he'd never aimed at another human being; maybe he'd call this silly and cliche in hindsight, but right now he didn't have the capacity to care.
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Post by KARP KARP! on Feb 16, 2012 0:23:32 GMT -5
[atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv181/SojiRem/charismaposttable.png);][atrb=width, 497][atrb=height, 297][atrb=style,border:0 darkviolet none,b,Table][scrolly:h(240),w(282),sy,as(padding:4px 0px 5px;margin-top:48px;margin-left:212px;)]Charisma was practically trembling, not even looking at him. She wanted to tell him to stop, she wanted to change her mind. But nothing came to her. Nothing at all.
Then, he breathed her name, and she turned around to look at him, her eyes timid. Nervous. Nothing else seemed to matter at that point and time. "I know...they suck...." she murmured, but unable to look away again.
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Post by SongofWindchimes on Feb 16, 2012 0:44:36 GMT -5
That terrified look nearly killed him. He wanted so badly for that to stop. For her to smile again. He hated that he'd made her so upset.
Marco didn't even realize he'd started moving closer until his hand touched Charisma's shoulder again. "No...no they don't..." he said softly, as his fingers lightly ran along her shoulder to her neck, and up her neck to brush against her cheek. "They're amazing..."
No more hesitating. He closed the distance between them, kissing her gently.
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Post by KARP KARP! on Feb 16, 2012 0:52:12 GMT -5
[atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv181/SojiRem/charismaposttable.png);][atrb=width, 497][atrb=height, 297][atrb=style,border:0 darkviolet none,b,Table][scrolly:h(240),w(282),sy,as(padding:4px 0px 5px;margin-top:48px;margin-left:212px;)]Her eyes glanced downward, unsure of what to say. What to do. So she didn't do anything. Again, she allowed the contact. It was...comforting.
Then, he moved to her neck. Then her cheek, and she leaned into the touch, smiling softly. Then...her eyes widened, but she didn't fight. Arms wrapping around him, she returned the kiss gently, softly. Her eyes closed as a tear rolled down her cheek.
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Post by SongofWindchimes on Feb 16, 2012 1:52:21 GMT -5
Everything else vanished. What had lead up to this, their current surroundings, completely gone from Marco's mind. His other arm wrapped around Charisma, pulling her a bit closer. For the first time since he'd walked in here last night, there were no doubts or fears. He was holding her, and kissing her, and it was right.
Eventually, he slowly pulled back. His eyes opened, and he gave her that same look of adoration. "Everything about you is amazing," he told her softly, his voice having dipped involuntarily into something more purring.
The sign that Marco's brain was actually starting to make itself known again was the blush that settled on his cheeks as it dawned on him what he'd just done. And survived at that. But he wasn't going to retreat again unless Charisma wanted him to.
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Post by KARP KARP! on Feb 16, 2012 6:04:49 GMT -5
[atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv181/SojiRem/charismaposttable.png);][atrb=width, 497][atrb=height, 297][atrb=style,border:0 darkviolet none,b,Table][scrolly:h(240),w(282),sy,as(padding:4px 0px 5px;margin-top:48px;margin-left:212px;)]Charisma hadn't even remotely seen this coming, and yet she wasn't complaining. This just felt so....right. Like Marco, a blush tinted her cheeks.
"And here I thought that was just you teasing all this time," she whispered, smiling softly.
Meanwhile, Babygirl had sat on the armrest of the couch, blinking.
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Post by SongofWindchimes on Feb 16, 2012 14:18:44 GMT -5
Sadly for the poor little kitten, Marco had entirely forgotten about her along with everything else. A deep chuckle escaped him at Charisma's reply. "There's a difference between teasing and lying," he said, "You can say something with humour and still mean it." That was how Marco said most things, really. It was just easier that way for him.
What was hard was being serious, but today he had been more serious and open than he had been in years, including with himself. Maybe especially with himself. "And you really are beautiful," he added softly, starting to stroke her hair lightly and paying no mind to the state it was in. Right now, he just wanted to kiss her again and again, but he restrained that desire for the moment.
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Post by KARP KARP! on Feb 16, 2012 16:35:29 GMT -5
[atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv181/SojiRem/charismaposttable.png);][atrb=width, 497][atrb=height, 297][atrb=style,border:0 darkviolet none,b,Table][scrolly:h(240),w(282),sy,as(padding:4px 0px 5px;margin-top:48px;margin-left:212px;)]Charisma flashed a light smile, her cheeks pink in color. "I know that about you, but I always thought it was just a tease, or something to get me to hit or throw something at you," she whispered softly.
She smiled as he ran his hand through her hair, wincing as he caught a few tangles. "I don't feel like it," she admitted, pulling away before kissing his cheek. "Speaking of which, I need to go do something with myself," the bassist murmured before getting up and going to the bathroom, Babygirl on her heels.
"EEP!" Though Charisma didn't put much stock in her appearance, the image of her in the mirror frightened her. And the shriek brought back her headache. Groaning, she began to manage her hair. After about thirty minutes of that, she went into her room and changed into a black "Grass Ice and Fire" tee shirt, and a pair of black jeans. All the while, her mind was racing. Wondering how that happened so fast, why she let him. But...she knew why she allowed him to get away with everything today. Marco was the one who was always there for her. The one she relied on, on the off chance she needed to. Marco was her best friend.
And despite his lifestyle and his ways, deep down, she really did think she loved him...
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