marcus conley.

Milo picked up his glass and took a long drink. Anyone who knew Milo knew he didn’t drink unless he was upset. “…Axel’s gone,” he mumbled, looking towards him with pained eyes. “Gone… And it’s because of me,” He laughed tiredly, his voice drained and in pain that he couldn’t correctly express. 

"Wait, what?" Marcus sucked in a deep breath, his eyes going wide. No. No. Axel couldn't be gone — he just... He just couldn't! Marcus felt his lower lip tremble and his eyes swell up with tears. No wonder he hadn't seen him around the last couple of days. And to think, their last interaction was... Jesus, Axel had locked Marcus in a cage, and Marcus had detested him for it. He no longer felt the same, but still — those were their last moments together. "Oh- Oh my god." Marcus felt sick. Gripping onto Milo's shoulder, he struggled to stand. He felt like his legs were going to give out at any second.

Milo pursed his lips and looked down to his drink before blindly reaching out and searching for his friend’s hand. Once he found it, he intertwined their fingers and tugged him a bit closer to his side, seeking out comfort silently. “Hi,” He mumbled.

Marcus couldn't help the butterflies that fluttered in his stomach when Milo grabbed his hand, but knew that it wasn't the time to act on his feelings. Milo looked visibly upset — he sounded upset — and Marcus needed to be there for him as a friend, not a boyfriend. Setting his hand on Milo's arm, he looked down at the drink on the countertop. "What happened?" He asked slowly, wary, unsure of which side of Milo he was going to get today.

"Look. I just want a drink. Leave me alone."

Marcus had meant to say hello to Milo when he heard the unfriendliness in his voice. Frowning, he stopped in mid-walk and stared, his mouth falling open just a bit. "O-Oh." He said plainly, unable to hide the disappointment from his expression. "I can... We can talk later..."

"Explain it to me. I’ll understand then." He smirked as he watched the other male. He couldn’t help but notice the way Marcus kept looking at him and it amused him so much. Ethan could have a little fun with this, even if it shouldn’t go anywhere. There was no harm in some playing with the male, teasing him a bit. After all the awkward ones were always the most fun. They could blush from the simplest slip of the tongue. Clearly, considering he already had Marcus blushing. 

Marcus chewed on his bottom lip as Ethan ordered another drink, watching with hazed over eyes as the glass was set down in front of him. Looking back over towards his own glass, he frowned at the fact that he didn't have anything to do with his hands for the time being, bunching them in a ball nervously. He supposed that he could pick at some loose threads on his jeans, but with the situation that he was in, it would be awkward now that he had someone actually talking to him. So he sighed and ordered another whiskey, smiling politely when the glass was filled with the amber liquid.

Ethan watched the other male as he chewed on his bottom lip. Running his tongue over his lips, he smirked. Trailing his finger over the rim of the glass. he listened to the male awkwardly talk. Marcus was a strange person to say the least. Ethan knew he was pretty kept to himself except for the older Kromer. “That’s cool. So did I. Things have been a little hectic lately.” 

Marcus shifted in his seat and glanced over at Ethan, his attitude slowly shifting when it was clear that he was flirting. Smiling softly, he blushed and blinked up at the guy. "Oh, it's- It's nothing." He said quickly, shaking his head a little. He glanced down to look at the shirt Ethan was wearing, following it down until he reached the zipper of the guy's pants. He quickly averted his gaze, knowing that he was coming off as innocent. "I just get these thoughts sometimes that... Well, I don't really expect you to understand."

Milo smiled into the kiss, sliding his hand to the male’s hip and tugging him close against his own body. He chuckled softly and brushed his hand through the man’s hair. As he felt the man’s kiss on his shoulder, he smirked and pressed a kiss to his neck. “I can… handle that for you, if you want,” He mumbled. 

Oh. Marcus shivered at the mental image that came after Milo's words, his nails softly pressing into his scalp. "R-Really?" He couldn't believe that Milo was actually offering. He pulled away to look the Amity-born in the eyes, a sparkle in his own eyes telling Milo that he was excited. The rest of his face, however, was of utter disbelief. He couldn't imagine Milo touching him in places where he'd dreamt of — not the real Milo, that was.

Marcus instantly leaned into the kiss, his hands sneaking into Milo's dark locks. Being with Milo made everything inside of him fill with butterflies and warm feelings. Being with Milo wasn't an act. All of his feelings were real, and nothing would ever be able to change that. Sighing happily, Marcus pulled away from the kiss enough to snuggle into Milo's neck, his entire being jumping for joy. "Good." The word came out airy, light, and for a moment he forgot about the embarrassing problem he had. That was, until he realized just how close their bodies were. He pressed a tiny kiss to Milo's shoulder, his fingers running over the soft hair.

Ethan wanted to be alone and drink. He was tired of everyone. He just wanted to take a break for everything. Best way to do that was drink. He surveyed the bar for someone who knew that he could play with. One guy caught his eye, Marcus. Ethan hadn’t particularly talked to the male much but what would it hurt to start now.

Kid? Marcus was young, yes, but he definitely wasn't that young. He kept the tightness off of his body and blinked over at Ethan, his expression falling into that of surprise. "Oh, hi." He chewed on his bottom lip, and winced. His voice had come out shy and timid, smaller than it normally was. He cleared his throat, and gave the guy a smile instead, trying a different tactic of conversation. "Not much, I just... I just needed to clear my head for a bit."

Milo turned his gaze onto the other male and smiled a bit. “How’s it going, curly?” He hummed, letting himself down. 

Curly. Marcus kept the annoyance off of his features and instead blushed, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I, uh... It's- It's going good. You?" He appeared nonchalant leaning against the wall. These interactions with Milo weren't completely filled with deceit — he actually sort of enjoyed them. A lot more than he probably should have.

"Oh my." Marcus breathed out slowly, unable to take his eyes off of Milo. "Uh, hey, Superman."

"I’m hearing things, right? You didn’t say that."

Marcus paused, worry covering his features. "Wh-What?"

"Oh I’m sorry did I bump you? I don’t really care…."

"Oh." Marcus was a little surprised by the guy's rudeness but got over it quickly. Everyone was rude in some way or another in Dauntless, and maybe this guy was just having a bad day. "No, it was my fault. I should've watched where I was going."

"Hi Marcus, it’s a pleasure to meet you." She said grabbing his hand and shaking it. "I’m Emma and I’m a trainer here in Dauntless. What do you do?"

To say that he was shocked when she shook his hand was an understatement, but he masked the look quickly with another smile. He didn't want this nice woman to think him weird — not when she was being so kind to him. "I'm a worker. I guard the fence." Marcus lifted his chin a little proudly, knowing that what he did wasn't the best since the work wasn't all that great, but it was still a job nonetheless. He was prepared for anything that could happen.