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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2014 1:27:53 GMT
Jobe pays little attention to his surroundings considering the decor. The cells in his body are too busy focusing on Marina, from the tips of his toes to the ends of his hair. He's painfully aware of her when she's laying beside him, when she props herself up and her hair frames her face. She's looking at him and he wants to put his fingers through her uncurled hair and stay silent with her.
She comes closer and kisses him, and he decides to let himself do this for the moment. He'd rather be that person who once wouldn't have to argue with himself over an action as simple as this, and it wouldn't matter if it only lasted for the span of a few minutes or hours.
He lets himself kiss her, even weaves his fingers in her hair gently. He didn't expect it to be like this, but as long as he's being honest with himself, he's never been that good at preparing for the future anyways.
MARINA LOCH
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2014 2:03:49 GMT
There is a haze fogging up her head, a mist she hasn't got around to clear it out. Her eyelids weigh her down like lead, and her eyes flutter.
She kisses him like she's dying, out of breath, or starved of salvation, something dramatic like that. It's a kind of insatiable yearning, one she knew was there, but didn't want to see. She parted her lips, a slow, albeit lazy desire to swallow him whole to fill her up.
A string of saliva lingers when her lips leave his, her nose against his, mouthing some incoherent murmur. Her eyes stared into his, clear, but usually diluted with a hint of foreign warmth.
@jobe
//i tried im sorry
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2014 2:40:35 GMT
He isn't questioning it for as long as he can. It's a kind of procrastination that he wouldn't let into his life, not while he'd still been angry. He still was. But he tucked that part of himself into a box, locked it and put the key under his shirt. Because he knew that he would unlock it later, but for now he didn't need to.
He'd almost forgotten what it was like to kiss her. She was a book with too many pages for him to read in his lifetime. This was just one of the ways that he could read her, and such opportunities came few and far in between. She dragged out a strange kind of response from the pit of his stomach. She was starving, but he was taking it in. Observing. The latter, however subtle, was still prominent and it troubled him.
She pulls away and his lips want to follow, but he closes them and bites his tongue. He can, just for a moment, see the Marina he knew before she'd plucked his heart into pieces with her perfect red nails. "Marina," he repeats, surprised at how breathless he sounds. He's not sure if he's asking for something or saying her name just for the sake of it. He keeps his hands the locks of her impossibly long hair, pooled on the bed near her pale skin. He was dazed enough to think her shining.
MARINA LOCH
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2014 2:53:48 GMT
She's held an ideal since, well, before high school.
She held it close to her heart, and squeezed it hard enough for the blood to trickle out of the pulp. Destruction was her game; pain, suffering, futile yearning, fruitless desperation, she saw it all and she wanted it all, blood, guts, and sweat. The very sound of her high heels was supposed to trigger fear, the expression in her face able to send a thousand men to the frozen depths of deep hell.
And maybe then, maybe, she'd be happy.
She looks like Jobe as if he could be a probable solution. Her chest is against his, arms now resting, taking fistfuls of his hair through her fingers, sometimes pulling tight, sometimes playfully dancing. Her lips take another sip, eyes fluttering shut, hair tickling the sides of his face, and when she opens her eyes again, tears drop from her eyes, and she's hallow; devoid of a drip of emotion.
"Will you love me?"
@jobe
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2014 3:19:33 GMT
Maybe he's a little bit masochistic. He doesn't think it's attractive and the whole idea sits with him wrong, but he selfishly wanted to keep Marina close. No, it was naive. After what she'd done and knowing what she was like now, he was naive and downright foolish for letting himself get on this bed and have her here in the first place.
She taunts him with another kiss and he's still hazy until she asks, and he almost frowns. Instead his expression is somber, melancholy. It's the kind of expression he'd use in an interrogation, to keep his emotions buried deep. He did love her once, and she'd made him hate the word. It didn't hold any good meaning with him anymore. He could care, but he couldn't love. Not with the meaning she was using.
It was then that he decided it was probably the perfect expression; not rose tinted and delicate. Warped and red stained was more like it.
A vindictive part said no. "Yes." And he was reminded even more right then that he was a fool. Concerning Marina in moments like these, at least.
MARINA LOCH
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2014 3:31:49 GMT
This is why you're dull, Jobe. Blunt. She thinks, it's scorning her, eating her up inside, chewing her organs into tattered machines. She'd be damned if she'd ever call it love - how can one love without a heart, per se - but she can't help but think that one word was what she wanted to hear the most. Even if it was a sham, meaning something to the weak hearted easily tied down, careless police officer obviously meant something to Marina herself, and that prospect already scared her senseless.
She kisses him again then, and it's not drawn out and relaxed, it's angry, passionate, as if she's trying to drink in his words and suck it out of him, so all that would be left would be a lie, a lie Marina could stand on and laugh at without batting an eyelash. When she finally parts for breath; she's only got one thing to say, and she lies next to him now, whispering into his ear.
"You're a fool, Jobe."
@jobe
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2014 4:08:29 GMT
He isn't letting himself have the luxury of ignorance anymore. That mentality is dissolved and now he's returning to the state he was in at the bar. Before she drugged him, when he'd been cautious and on edge and began to contemplate walking out altogether.
She wasn't going to play nice - then again, when had she in the first place - so he wasn't going to either. Jobe let kiss him, only returned it to get his point across that he wasn't happy. His head was clear and that foggy haze was gone.
Still, he drunk in her words and just looked at her for a moment, out of the corner of his eye. Then he sat up slowly, just realizing he was just barely clothed compared to her. Once again he ran a hand through his hair, more to make it look presentable.
"I have to go." He should go. He was suddenly sick of it, he wanted to break the intimacy because he'd let Marina make him vulnerable again.
MARINA LOCH
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2014 9:43:00 GMT
"Ah, really." She watches him sit up, and there's no immediate disappointment in her voice. In fact, Marina sounds almost bored. Seems like he got over his high.
She stands up on her bed, body bare, and makes an effort to stand on his legs before taking a step down to her bedroom floor. She even uses her foot to push him down onto the bed before she does.
"You're not to move until I can escort you out, understand? Unless you want another dose, I'm happy to oblige." The words come out deliberately slowly, her face without makeup looks almost tired, as she narrowed her eyes, bored to the core and angry for it.
She shook her head, corners of her lips twisted in a smirk.
"You can't ever possibly win." She suddenly laughs then, getting wilder and wilder before a stop. Marina slips on her black stilletos sitting neatly by the bed, blows him a kiss and proceeds to wonder into her walk in wardrobe, pulling suitable items out to deliberately dress herself in his presence, like a show. She ties her ethereal smooth hair up into a long ponytail, and frowns in the mirror; she has to get her hair done.
@jobe
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2014 21:55:56 GMT
He doesn't look at her, more for the fact that she didn't have any clothes on. Her indecency only bothered him mildly, but right then he's hypocritical enough to try and stay a gentleman.
Even when she pushes him down with her foot, he looks just at her face from his position. He'd rather not get another dose of whatever she'd drugged him with, because the effects it had had on him when he'd woken up didn't put him in a good mood.
He might as well make himself comfortable if he wasn't allowed to move. He sighed and rested his hand on his stomach, watched Marina with careful precision. Her hair, her shape, but never directly at her bare skin.
"I don't care about winning." In a sense, it was a blatant lie. It's not that he couldn't care less who came out on top - because a part of him did - but he didn't think revenge wasn't a kind of competitive game. It was, and if she had to compare it to winning, then he'd lied.
He watches her hair, contemplates saying something about the length, but he's never really been one for small talk and he's sure she wouldn't appreciate an attempt.
MARINA LOCH
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2014 22:13:44 GMT
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2014 23:33:28 GMT
Jobe frowns but it's halfhearted and brief - he isn't really disappointed or offended. He expected as much.
He waits when she disappears into her walk in wardrobe, at least half an hour passes while he waits. He considers getting dressed and walking out, but he doesn't know who else is home and he'd rather not be caught. No telling how angry Marina would be, and he would rather like to go home at some point. He couldn't stay here forever - and yet, he waited.
He finds everything about her to be ominous and figures some man made entity is trying to warn him, but he sits up and lets her blindfold him. He closes his eyes against the cloth and he knows that he's vulnerable again. He doesn't feel safe, not with her, but he's wary and on edge. It's probably just another of her games - not like this isn't all one big game to her.
MARINA LOCH
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2014 23:57:36 GMT
It's partly an excuse to get intimate, it's something that brings her great pleasure these days, weird to her, disgusting to him, no doubt. She tangles her fingers into his, a completely unnecessary action, and her digits press against his palm, before pulling his hand to get him to leave his bed. Her hand doesn't leave his, because it doesn't have to - his shirt is just at the end of the bed. She grabs it, and hands it to his other hand, letting him go whilst she looked for her stockings.
Each one pulled up to her knees, she stands with her heels again, walks like it's a big deal and for a second, Marina is sick of being sentimental. She's getting there, alright, and so she doesn't linger on him, pulls him along to the bedroom door, unlocks it with a click, and does so with the main door.
She makes sure to twirl Jobe around like a merry go around for ten turns, and then mercilessly yanks him along with her hand. It doesn't leave him now, not after the spinning party. She doesn't want to think of how tender his hands are, but how rough they are too - stupid men always overwork.
Eventually they arrive at a near empty area. The midday sun hung high in the sky, and Marina is facing him. There's still a short height distance even with her killer heels.
She gives his neck a push so she can kiss him on the cheeks, one left, one right, and she smiles to herself. It's for herself, so she can smile.
"Grazie di cuore." Each syllable rings in the air, slow and clear. Marina has to do the honours, so she does, and pulls the blindfold from the back of his head.
@jobe
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2014 2:07:52 GMT
He can only follow her as she leads him away from the bed, try not to stumble and way too much on his way. For a moment he feels suspended as she leaves him and hands him something - further inspection reveals it to be a shirt and he pulls it on.
He hasn't been alone for long when she comes back, tugs him farther enough along for him to know they aren't in the bedroom anymore. The click of the lock is only further confirmation, if not just a little bit expected.
She spinning him and he's dizzy, not sick but unsteady as his eyes move fast behind his eyelids and then she's pulling him along again, and he has to fight not to stumble and fall in her grasp. He doesn't but somehow he figures that it's simply because she might not have allowed it.
He's thankful that they've stopped, but he doesn't know why and it's unsettling. Until she kisses him on each of his cheeks, almost like a greeting. She takes of his blindfold, and he knows she's thanking him but for what he isn't sure. He looks for answers in her smile but she either doesn't have any or isn't inclined to sharing them. He says the only thing that seems appropriate, but maybe he's still a little bit dizzy because some of the fog is back and clouding parts of his brain.
"You're welcome."
MARINA LOCH //this is crap im sorry idk
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2014 17:12:03 GMT
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