marco fucking girard (marcogirard) wrote in benoit_lycees, @ 2011-10-20 18:10:00 |
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WHO: Marco and Lexi
WHAT: Domestic bliss (?)
WHERE: Marco's
WHEN: Thursday evening
WHY: Because
RATING: TBD/Highish?
STATUS: Incomplete
No matter how many times Marco had asked Lexi to keep track of his five million pairs of shoes, they wound up everywhere. He didn't know how that was fucking possible, since he could only wear one pair at a time, but somehow they were all over the place. The new apartment had been a downgrade as far as space and luxury went, but the finished basement more than made up for it. Overall, he liked the apartment, apart from all of the shoes.
A noticeable difference was that he'd gotten rid of his torture collection. It was in storage, and Marco could feel his interest in it fading. The point of that shit was to scare people - really scare them, that deep-down reflex of fear, mortal fear. He didn't need the collection for that anymore. He could do it by himself, with nothing more than a look.
It was just after sundown when Marco woke. He sat up, surveying the room for a moment - no Lexi. He'd given him a key, told him he was free to come and go as he pleased, so he never knew when to expect him. He could be upstairs, Marco figured, and got out of bed to get dressed.
Then he tripped over a pair of shoes, some shiny, bedazzled monstrosity that Lexi had kicked off next to the bed.
Marco growled, grabbing the offending shoe as his temper flared, and had it torn apart in seconds. It was immensely, deeply gratifying.