“You are incredibly lucky for that, given what you are,” he responded as he relaxed back into the seat further and clicked his seatbelt into place. “Were you human it might not have mattered much, but other metas would have taken it as an invitation.” His had a roughness to it then, as if he were scolding him for not doing proper things, but one might attribute it to a grumpy bear more than being truly vexed. “It’s not a waste,” he added just the same. “If you had nothing of value it wouldn’t have mattered, but you insisted that you did.” A pause. "It merely keeps others from entering. A barrier. Forcefield."
He decided against answering questions about magic just yet. Nevermind the fact that he couldn’t speak for Isabella-sama or not, they needed to get moving. As for his sword... He was torn between ignoring the query at all and indulging him. If only Isabella-sama had told him...
...this whole situation was a mess and trying to figure out how to react properly was an even bigger mess. Nothing about it was comfortable. At all. There were protocols for his kind and he wasn’t suited at all to do them for someone so naïve. He was less than suited—tainted eternally. If a nearby pack knew what he was doing... knew what Marcus was...
He sighed visibly, not quite able to catch himself as memories made themselves known. But he did manage to catch the response about the food and nodded. “Burgers on the way, Ingrid.” He looked like the type that would eat junk food; that aside, there were the energy drinks and potato chips to consider.
“Very well. Whatever’s on the way?” she asked.
“Yes, please. And thank you.”
The woman nodded once and the window shut. Then the car began to move as Marcus reached towards the middle of the seat and pulled of a panel. A small fridge. Silver bags with liquid in them, but the liquid wasn’t visible.
“There will be at least one person who knows magic where we are going, yes,” he finally replied as he broke the seal on the small plastic lid; he tipped it up and drank his fill until it was empty, exhaling once as the blood suffused into him and took the edge of whatever nerves had been frayed prior. Once he was done with that, he put the empty packet back in the small fridge and replaced the panel.
He didn’t say anything immediately after that, but decided to—against his better judgement—to rub his tomb across the ring. As he held out a hand next, the katana appeared in his grip. The sheath was a deep blue with a shine on it. The hilt itself was woven in both black and blue strips of traditional fabrics and leathers. The guard was silver in color, and, if he removed the blade from the hilt even just barely, he’d see the kanji on the blade itself—inscribed.
He offered it up, a single brow quirked as he met Axel’s gaze. “Be careful,” he warned for good measure. Probably a bad idea. Maybe.
Not his modus operando. Not even close. But memories had a way of tugging. This was why he stayed away from his own people, formerly his own people. He had no right treating pup as though he were a member of pack he didn't even posses. It wasn't his path anymore, and, there was no going back to a life resembling the closeness he'd known then. The camaraderie.
Not his place anymore.
He decided against answering questions about magic just yet. Nevermind the fact that he couldn’t speak for Isabella-sama or not, they needed to get moving. As for his sword... He was torn between ignoring the query at all and indulging him. If only Isabella-sama had told him...
...this whole situation was a mess and trying to figure out how to react properly was an even bigger mess. Nothing about it was comfortable. At all. There were protocols for his kind and he wasn’t suited at all to do them for someone so naïve. He was less than suited—tainted eternally. If a nearby pack knew what he was doing... knew what Marcus was...
He sighed visibly, not quite able to catch himself as memories made themselves known. But he did manage to catch the response about the food and nodded. “Burgers on the way, Ingrid.” He looked like the type that would eat junk food; that aside, there were the energy drinks and potato chips to consider.
“Very well. Whatever’s on the way?” she asked.
“Yes, please. And thank you.”
The woman nodded once and the window shut. Then the car began to move as Marcus reached towards the middle of the seat and pulled of a panel. A small fridge. Silver bags with liquid in them, but the liquid wasn’t visible.
“There will be at least one person who knows magic where we are going, yes,” he finally replied as he broke the seal on the small plastic lid; he tipped it up and drank his fill until it was empty, exhaling once as the blood suffused into him and took the edge of whatever nerves had been frayed prior. Once he was done with that, he put the empty packet back in the small fridge and replaced the panel.
He didn’t say anything immediately after that, but decided to—against his better judgement—to rub his tomb across the ring. As he held out a hand next, the katana appeared in his grip. The sheath was a deep blue with a shine on it. The hilt itself was woven in both black and blue strips of traditional fabrics and leathers. The guard was silver in color, and, if he removed the blade from the hilt even just barely, he’d see the kanji on the blade itself—inscribed.
He offered it up, a single brow quirked as he met Axel’s gaze. “Be careful,” he warned for good measure. Probably a bad idea. Maybe.
Not his modus operando. Not even close. But memories had a way of tugging. This was why he stayed away from his own people, formerly his own people. He had no right treating pup as though he were a member of pack he didn't even posses. It wasn't his path anymore, and, there was no going back to a life resembling the closeness he'd known then. The camaraderie.
Not his place anymore.
Sometimes I feel like a girl~... sometimes I don't~
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