EYES ON FIRE / MARCUS

[dylan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding: 30px; border: #a0a0a0 solid 30px; ] You'll be waiting in vain WORDS 713 NOTES: MUSE! TAGGED: MARCUS Ten million romances, and not a single one kept, Dylan Lacey, was known for money, and for her torn heart, often seen at the sets of the romance films she put her money into, she'd always hoped that with her help, love stories would make it to the big screen, helping someone out there find their match. People all of the world could fall in love and keep it, forever. Eventually, love would find her right, she'd always prayed for the day that someone could love her as much as she loved them. That was the trouble of it all, she feel in and out of love like others found favorite songs, or favorite foods. A flavor of the week or month, it was sad to say that her girly crushes hadn't aged along with her, but she was always finding the gushy feelings all in the wrong places. Guys used her and threw her away like wal-mart bags. Everyone knew that it was better for the earth to recycle, but everyone found them in their trash, everyone was guilty of it. Her heart had been broken so many times, the scars that lined it was as brittle. Every guy that crossed her path gave her hope, and in a hopeless romantic's life, that was very dangerous. Marcus, was a guy she had known for a while, a good looking guy with a heap of trouble. She'd always liked the hopeless, the ones that were falling apart, a simple way to fix what is broken. Even if she couldn't fix herself, she always had hope to help others, even if they didn't think they were worth saving. She hoped that Marcus and Holly could work out whatever they had going on, if not for themselves, but for that baby. The worse things got, the more it sounded like it was a lost cause, and even though that saddened the hopeful, Dylan refused to give up on Marcus that he should move on and keep others close to him, even if he was caught up in a mess, he deserved to have those that cared about him near. Getting ready, she felt like a 50's house wife, dressing and cooking the man dinner, knowing he didn't often find himself out of his apartment other than to work, his eating habits weren't the best. Once she had everything ready she headed to his apartment, once at the door, she took a deep breath, food in hand, before closing her eyes and snapping them open, her knuckles hitting the hard wood in three heavy pounds. Waiting for the door to open, she stood there, strong, brave, even if she felt like she was shaking like a leaf. Good looking men were always trouble for her, smiling as the door slid open, her kind smile that made others want to smile as well, "I made you dinner." she said holding out the fine china that she'd placed the pasta in, "There's enough for two, if you want company." she said shyly. I got nothing for you to gain

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] THESE ARE THE DAYS OF DUST The Words: 767 The Outfit: HERE The Notes tag: DYLAN. his life had been tough as of late. sharing his kid with anyone would have been hard but to know that his life wasn't necessarily measuring up tended to make him feel even worse. he needed to work but at the same time marcus was too gobbed down by what was going on around him to truly get a sense that he could move on in the first place. he'd lost the one relationship that had been a staple in his life, he was seeing his son every other week instead of daily, he was dealing with a now handicapped sister who had a kind of hatred for the world that marcus just couldn't understand. his sister was his biggest problem right now. she'd done something completely stupid. she had driven while drunk and gotten into a car accident. after all the preaching marcus, his two eldest sisters, and his parents had done it was clear that nothing had sunken in when he'd gotten the call from his sobbing mother who was in the emergency room waiting on an update. his sister had plowed into a pole on the side of the road because she was too proud to call someone for help and had instead made an attempt to drive herself home. now she was wheelchair bound and living on the bottom floor of her parents home, just a stone's throw away from marcus' home. still she refused to see anyone. she shut herself away in the dining room that had been transformed into her new bedroom, keeping the lights low and not making a peep any time someone came into the house. it was heartbreaking but there was only so much that marcus could do. he could only show his sister that he was there for her and not necessarily that he was only there to berate her about her stupid decisions. he wasn't. he loved her and all he wanted was to be the big brother he knew she needed. but until she took the initiative to let him back in, all marcus could was wait. that seemed to be translating into a lot of aspects of his life now and marcus wasn't a fan of that fact. he didn't like sitting around and waiting for people to tell him that making a move was okay. he didn't like to have to wait for permission in order to do something but that seemed to be the only way that he could ever accomplish anything. he had to wait for his sister to be accepting, he had to wait for holly to calm down so he could stop walking around on eggshells, all of this was a lot to deal with and marcus was beginning to get fed up with it. before all of this mess he just did his own thing. he waited for nobody because there was nobody to please in the first place. that was great. he had absolutely no issue with that at all. then he'd gotten himself in a relationship and then they'd both made a mess of said relationship. now all he did was sit on his hands and try to not make too sudden a move. it was hard and he was really getting tired of just being the nice guy who sat around waiting for the world to be okay with him again. it was too much, it was too stressful, and that wasn't the way marcus wanted to live anymore. marcus hadn't thought that anyone had noticed but that seemed to be untrue as he heard a knocking at his door and headed over to answer it. he hadn't been expecting any company. he wasn't due to have evan in a few more days either. holly always called when she was stopping by so he knew it wasn't her. he opened up the door and a smile crept over his features as a familiar, yet timid face stood before him. "you're a savior. how did you know i didn't want to cook tonight?" he said as he reached out and took the plate from her. "well i couldn't possibly tell you no, you're feeding me. besides, if you don't come it i'll eat it all and i can't be losing this wonderful girlish figure." he said with a chuckle as he held the door open enough for her to walk inside, closing it behind her. "i didn't expect any company. what made you wanna stop by?" he asked as he lead her through his house to the kitchen, grabbing two plates and dolling out the food. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[dylan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding: 30px; border: #a0a0a0 solid 30px; ] You'll be waiting in vain WORDS 713 NOTES: MUSE! TAGGED: MARCUS As the brunette round faced woman stood at the other side of the door, hearing the heavy foot steps of a man who was tired and stressed, life continuing to throw him curved balls, she kept her smile still as he hoped the door, his hard edged face a sight for sore eyes, as he took the hot plate from her hands, she let her shoulders shrug, "You haven't been eating enough lately." she said her voice as conclusive as it got. She was never one for making decisions, but when it came to those close to her, she would do anything for them, choosing to take care of them, when they needed a helping hand, or even when they had yet to realize they needed one. As soon as he pushed the door open, she felt the cool air of his apartment welcome her, and she walked past him, "Well, I wasn't sure if Evan was here or.." she was about to mention his sister, but thought better of it. That had been the worst of it, watching him suffer because his sister was not ready to welcome his help, stubborn and probably heart broken from the lose of her legs. It was a hard thing to accept, being stuck in a wheel chair for the rest of the living life, "something." she finished clearing her throat, "I just didn't want you to eat alone." she said in a sing song voice. So much of her time she put effort into all the wrong men, taking care of them and putting everything into something that couldn't possibly work. Now that she had gained a handful of men as friends and managed to keep a healthy relationship with, she wondered how come she hadn't fallen for them, but she continuously reminded herself that had she tried hard enough, she could probably fall for them too and then she wouldn't have them in her life either because eventually they too would leave her. In his kitchen, she watched as he scooped the Shrimp Fettuccine's long noodles fluttering in a pile of amazingly seasoned with creamy Alfredo sauce with Parmesan cheese, garlic and plenty of shrimp. She couldn't help but be thrilled to share her love of cooking with somebody. "I hope you are hungry!" she said as she watched him, her body resting against the counter, she'd been a little carried away with the helpings, but she knew that with Marcus, none of the food would go to waste. A warm smile as she took her own plate from his hands, she turned around to plate is on the table, "Where's the cups and silver wear?" she asked him before making herself at home getting to work on getting them two cups of ice water, and two forks. Even as she was a very wealthy woman, she hadn't grown up that way, and she loved for things to be as simple as possible, why dirty knifes and spoons when only forks were needed. Once she placed the waters on the table and handed him his own fork, she sat down, across from him, that sweet smile plastered on her face, her blue eyes sparkling with excitement and joy. "I'm glad I could share this with you." she said gratefully, before placing her fork in her foot and wrapping the noodles carefully around her fork, giving it a gracefully spiral, picking up a shrimp piece along with, and slide it into her mouth. It was one of her favorite meals, "mmm" she said with much approval, "Do you like it?" she asked him, encouraging him to be honest. I got nothing for you to gain

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] THESE ARE THE DAYS OF DUST The Words: 763 The Outfit: HERE The Notes tag: DYLAN. marcus wasn't much aware of what he'd been doing lately. he felt as though everything was lived through a fog. he knew he was doing the usual, all of which entailed getting his next job secured. other than that he was moving through life with only half of his brain working. he looked like a functioning human being. he acted like a functioning human being. it was just the fact that nothing seemed to register with him anymore. he was too tired physically and emotionally to handle any more shit. he just wanted to reset the clocks, reset his life, and feel a little more like himself. usually when he would have this kind of problem, marcus would fall back to his family. they would have a big cookout or they would go camping for a weekend or something. anything they could do to get away from the stress of real life and just feel refreshed. but ever since gracie had had her accident, nothing felt the same. the air seemed a little more dead. it wasn't that she was gone, but everything marcus loved about his sister seemed to have disappeared. she wasn't the bright, vibrant young girl that marcus loved to absolute death. her smile didn't light up a room anymore, mostly because there wasn't a smile to be seen. she wasn't the sun in the room anymore, whom everyone clung to and fed off of her energy. now she was the black hole who sucked every ounce of happiness from the air and changed it into just this vacuum. she used to be so beautiful and it wasn't because she had the function of her legs. she was beautiful because she was a go-getter. she saw a challenge, she put her head down, and she tackled it with force. she was always doing crazy things to offset the balance in the world and she never failed to keep marcus on his toes, but now she just hid herself away from the world. she had no desire to do anything, see anyone. she was a void in a wheeled chair. marcus could only hope that it would all somehow change, the sooner the better, but he'd never seen someone so happy in such a dark place before and he feared that there would be no pulling her out of this. still he liked to believe that his sister wasn't a lost cause and that something could be done for her in the future that would change her outlook and bring the light of his life back from the brink. for now he was just happy she was alive, even if she couldn't be made the feel the same way. marcus was glad that dylan had stopped by, moreso that she had taken some kind of notice to his condition and had made a point to do something about it. no one else had seemed to notice, marcus included, and it was a bit of a jolt for her to stop by with food like he was someone who was withering away to nothing. that made him rebound slightly. it certainly made him stop and realize that something needed to be done, starting with eating something. "well i'm glad you noticed, because i certainly haven't." he said with a shrug. it was true. he was totally unaware of his eating habits because he was too busy worrying about everything else to even consider it. "no he's with holly for the week, but thanks. i really appreciate you stopping by." he looked down at the familiar pasta dish and smiled. dylan of course didn't know that holly was a great cook and that this type of pasta had been her favorite to make but it was fine. if marcus went through life nostalgically thinking about everything he'd done with holly and avoiding it to feel less of the sting of their failed relationship, then he was better off just hiding himself away in his room like his sister. "it smell fantastic. you read my stomach." he spooned his own plate as he nodded his head in the general direction of the correct cabinet. "the one on the left." he tried not to scoop the rest of the pasta into his dish, leaving some for later when he would likely be hungry again. he walked his dish over and sat down, smiling over at dylan as she brought over the rest of their stuff. he took a bite once there was a fork in his hand and nodded. "i really do. this is fantastic." created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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