𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔠𝔲𝔰 (aelius) wrote in fatesthreads, @ 2011-04-07 21:23:00 |
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Tonight had been a bit ... different for Marcus. For one, he and Michael had been fighting for a few days and it was truly starting to irritate him. It was just hard for him to be the first to admit fault and apologize. Although, he didn't think it was his fault ... when the moment arose for them to apologize, Marcus would play his part. Regardless, he also met Lisa -- Michael's childe, which was somewhat surprising for him. It was what he would compare to having a childe of his own. He thought Michael immature for making her without thinking of the consequences and so he felt semi-responsible for her now, as he felt responsible for Michael.
He spent most of the late evening, after Lisa had gone to her room to sort her new clothes, meditating on all the people that had come and gone through his life. Marione, Annia, Michael, Henry, Arelius, June, Lisa -- he had always felt responsible for those around him. A complex, surely, probably from the fact that he did such a poor job raising his own son and then protecting him when he came back to him years later. Nevertheless, he was happy to have company -- especially Henry, it had been hundreds of years since he had last seen Henry. It was sometime during the American Revolution. He left the front door open, as it usually was, not like he wouldn't hear whoever was creeping. He sat on the couch, golf channel on -- because, of course, if Marcus was to be interested in a sport ... naturally, it would be golf. He was watching some recaps of Augusta.