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caesar:

Sunday funday || Accepting

Marcus blinks. Had it really been that obvious? It's always Tiberius that sets him on edge, that smug fucking expression he always wears. Marcus sees how he looks at Caelestis, how he sidles up close to her and speaks to her so intimately even though Marcus is standing right there. This has been his first relationship in a long time that has been closed to others, and this intense jealousy is new to him. Is it because it's Tiberius, or because it's Caelestis?

Probably both, to some extent.

truth be told, he was in a bit of a rush. visiting supposed witches in woods was not on his agenda today but yet somehow he found himself here anyway. the south was a strange place, with even stranger people but she was not like the others. it was almost comforting, lulling him into a sense of security ( one that he hoped was not falsely placed ). there is a smart comment waiting to be made, but cregan swallows it. " i'm not familiar with these ones, " he admits as he glances at the bushes of flowers that surround them. the weather was much more mild here, allowing for dozens of different species to thrive.

"Caelestis, my dear one, how are you faring? It seems you've made quite a life for yourself in the home of Atellus."

Apollo grins at her, the entire room seeming to light up with it. He came from nowhere, as is his way, and he sits there on the edge of the fountain. Where the sky was cloudy is now bright and full sunlight, his mere presence causing flowers to bloom and birds to start singing.

Sexual tension || Accepting

[  ACCIDENTAL BRUSH  ]  *  my muse touches your muse ( somewhere intimate ) on accident.

They've been dancing around each other for days, weeks. Marcus hadn't been able to stop thinking about her, the way she smiled at him, her hand on his arm, the gentle timbre of her voice. It's like Caelestis had put a spell on him, utterly captivated as he was, but it was a captivation that he would gladly stay under, if only he could have her.

The party at Tiberius' house is...well, Marcus has been to more far more exciting gatherings with far more exciting people, but he accepted the invitation if only to get a chance to see Caelestis again.

It seems he would not be disappointed.

He waits until there is no one else around her, a moment that seemed to be rare. It's not surprising, considering her gifts, but he didn't want to be interrupted. Once she's alone, he approaches her with a smile. "Caelestis..it's nice to see you again. I hope you haven't missed me too much, hm?"

While the art of flirting isn't exactly lost on Marcus, it's been a while since he's done it with any kind of sincerity. It's like the moment that lays eyes on her, everything he wanted to say leaves his mind. He clears his throat, about to speak again when he is suddenly bumped into by someone too far into his cups to be healthy. Because of this, he stumbles into Caelestis, grabbing her by her hips so that they wouldn't topple over.

Growling suggestions || Accepting

"Well, murder is murder. It depends on how well you bribe your jury these days." Marcus rolls his eyes, trying to step around Tiberius and sighing when his way is blocked once more. "What are you saying, eh? Look, I've murdered people before. Comes with the territory. If you've murdered someone, I'm not vouching for you. Perhaps you should speak with Cicero. He's gotten men worse than you out of worse situations."

A pause, then, and he tilts his head, narrowing his eyes. "But...if this is a thinly veiled threat, then you're even stupider than I thought. You kill me, then what? I come back five minutes later and kick your sorry ass. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get back home to Caelestis because I know she's waiting for me."

Growling suggestions || Accepting

"I don't wish to talk about the inevitable, my love. Right now, I just want to focus on this moment."

If Marcus thinks about Caelestis' eventual death, it'll send him into a deep sadness that he didn't even think possible. He doesn't care if he has years, months, or even mere days left with her. He'll take every second he can get, especially now that they're married. He takes her hands into his and gives a little smile, pressing his lips to her forehead.

Hozier || Accepting

"Mm, but can't I say the same to you?"

Marcus murmurs this as he buries his face in her hair, taking in the smell of her and the warmth of her body. How could he ever let her go? How did he ever live without her before? Call him selfish, cruel, whatever you might like, but he loves and loves hard. Marcus has taken many, many lovers in his already long existence, but she is only the second to touch his heart in such a way when he never thought he would allow it to happen again.