#markus 02.

“I made good on my promise.” Winter gave a slight nod of her head, fingers curled around a cup of hot chocolate as Honkus looks...Frankly a little traumatized by the light dusting of snow he’s pattering around in, but he’s wearing the scarf Atlas knitted for him. She looks up at the rather large man beside her with a soft smile, one hand going to the pocket of her coat. “I got asked about something recently, I wanted to know your opinion on it.” @markusxcamlann​

“Yer a hard man tae keep track of.” Sort of, Markus owned the Delphi but Jamie didn’t have it in him to go groveling to him at his place of business. That’d be too much, seem too desperate. Perching himself at the bar beside the other, he tried to keep things just as light as he had when he’d first met him. It helped that Markus was the kind of pretty that made Jamie want to impress him, just a little bit. There was just a little bit of pressure to it, the oncoming interaction. Sure he found the other vampire to be interesting enough on his own, but he had a reason to seek him out. “Do ye have a minute?” His grin gave way to brief sincerity as he looked from the bustling bartender to the vampire at his side. @markusxcamlann​

“How old are you?” A taboo subject normally, but he’d never seen it as such a big deal for their kind. Same place, same seats in front of the television running stories on recent happenings. It felt like fate almost, a sort of deja vu instead of a routine, but he didn’t mind it so much. The last time Markus had just seemed like there was something more to him. It was a vibe he knew he himself could give off, the whole wiser beyond their years kind of thing. It felt like almost more than that though, it was in the way the other vampire carried himself, had almost this regal air about him that he hadn’t ever really seen before. Hell, it’d taken him a long time to even find the right word to describe it. Vampires were graceful by nature, it’s just who they were, but there was a stiffness to Markus’ posture that just felt...Old? It probably didn’t make any sense out loud and so Leighton didn’t mind keeping it to himself. @markusxcamlann​