mark blackthorn: more than seelie (seelieblood) wrote in belorelogs, @ 2016-08-10 02:49:00 |
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He wanted to be angry, he wanted to be pissed off with the way he walked out of the house. Slamming the door while his heavy boots thudded their way down the steps and he was off down the street. There was a speckled redness to his bare chest, a leather jacket had been all he grabbed and never mind the shirt. He didn't care what he looked like at the moment, which in itself should have said something. Those mundane earbuds were stuck in his ears while he drowned out the rest of the world at the moment. He knew complete silence wasn't attainable here, so the next best thing was a lot of noise. This woman's music spoke to many of the vivid emotions that ran through his veins at all times. He took in a deep breath, it felt sharp like a stabbing sensation in his chest. Did they actually think Mark wouldn't notice? It hadn't been the first time, and Mark Blackthorn was anything but a fool. He wasn't an idiot, or dim either. He had seen it other times in card games, or any social function. There were issues that weren't being addressed and it killed at him the longer it went on. If either of them had a problem with the fact that he had friends who happened to be men who were attractive....then they should let it be known. His neck rolled to the side while his lips moved to the words of the song that plowed through his brain at the moment. His feet were moving in time with the fast-paced music and he was letting his body take him where ever it wanted to at the moment. Mark had very little care if he got some strange looks. It couldn't be all that unheard of to see a man walking down the street lip syncing to whatever he was listening to. His hand holding his phone thrashed as he moved to the music, allowing himself to get lost in it. Thinking about the fact that he was hurt, just wasn't something he could handle at the moment. Going through emotions was something Mark just wasn't used to yet, and both Alec and Jace seemed to ignite a lot of those emotions in a very extreme sort of way. Sighing loudly and more dramatically than he actually thought he had, he'd turn to face a divey kind of bar that he knew would be still filled with faces looking for social interaction. Standing there in front of it for a moment he knew he wouldn't go inside. Looking down at his phone he wanted to throw the thing. A few weeks ago Mark wouldn't have had a single problem going inside and making a new friend or four, now though? It was very different now. Walking past the bar he'd cross the street and start walking to the park that was just a block or so away from there. His boots skidded on the sidewalk as he stepped onto the curb from the street and looked at the faded lights from within the park and smiled lightly. He wouldn't get silence there either but perhaps he could steal some time away from himself. Slipping his phone into the back pocket of his jeans he'd slip into the park and make his way deep enough inside so that he couldn't see the exits back into the city anywhere. Perching himself on a bench his brows came to furrow as he thought about what was bothering him. Did they not see how much he cared for each of them? Were they blind to see that Mark couldn't even think of another person in such an intimate sense other than either of them? Surely they were smart enough to figure that part out by now. Weren't they? Looking down at his phone he could feel the warmth coming up from his ears and behind his eyes. He snorted out a sort of messy laugh as he pulled the earbuds from his ears and pulled the cord out so the music could still be heard. This feeling was something he was not used to at all, ever. He hadn't known what it was actually, what it was turning into at least. The more the thoughts rushed into his mind, the more he was forced to evaluate himself and why things affected him the way that they did now. There was a bit of a guttural sound as the tears finally drifted down his cheeks and landed on the black of his jeans and he smiled and shook his head knowing it was silly to be crying at the moment. Letting out a loud sigh of relief he stood up on the bench and let the music just pass through him as he leaped from the bench and into the grass. His hands lifted up in the air and filled the space around him with tiny golden light spores that danced around freely. Moving through them he danced to the song that was playing and let the tears from his eyes flow freely and dry up just as quickly as he spun himself dizzy until he fell into the grass laughing. His hands flopped onto his stomach while he looked up at his own set of stars. The smile drifted upon his lips effortlessly as emotions were realized. Feelings were found out, and he knew that things could be fixed as there was a strength there he hadn't noticed before. It was strange, and something new. An adventure for the seelie shadowhunter to conquer! ....... It wouldn't be till some hours into the night and there over into the too early hours of the am that the seelie was found happily sleeping beneath the nights sky by none other than Detective Lucy and her explicit hand cuffs that were met with his wrists for loitering in the public park. He was groggy but still ever so pleasant as to accept her polite invitation to spend the night in a cell, where he'd be released from tomorrow morning....after some much needed rest, and a really strong cup of coffee. |