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Melbourne ☆ Musician & Vocalist★ LilyCat
24 year old Halfbreed Veela ☆ She/Her

"So, Ms Demetra, how do you feel about the news that Franklin Dean is alive and well and looking to be getting married soon?"

. . .

The question had thrown the young woman off during her intermission break from singing in order to have a couple of drinks. Her band was playing a set at one of the bars, a rather decent gig for a business Christmas party, and for whatever reason there had been a journalist for some gossip rag there. She'd simply strolled up, known who Gemini was and asked the question. Of course, there were a few people who knew, the news of her relationship with the popular Frankie Dean had been rather prominent years ago, especially so when they had their daughter. But now... she'd barely managed to finish the gig.

Alison had overheard at the time, and pushed the woman off telling her to get the hell out, before apologising to Gemini and saying that she didn't want her to find out like that. Apparently, it had been big news over in the US, though Ali hadn't been able to confirm it herself yet. Once they'd finished for the night, the two women sat down and the blonde said that she had heard the rumour and was planning to go over to see for herself, but had wanted to know more before telling Gemini.

As for the brunette, she was simply stunned. Gem didn't know what to think, how to feel. She'd grieved for him, raised their daughter without him, telling her such wonderful stories. But the idea that he'd been alive the entire time, that he'd been well and not once contacted her, it made her sick to her stomach.

After a number of drinks, Alison had called a cab for Gemini and almost had to roll the other woman into it, letting the cab driver know where to go. Gem was certain she'd passed out at least once or twice, because before she knew it she was outside Marcus' house. Why had Alison sent her here? Aside from the fact that Layla had been minding Gabby tonight. Gem wasn't sure if she wanted to be around anyone. Though... Marcus was a journalist, right? Had he known?

With the thought in her mind, the woman tapped her card to pay for the cab, and then stumbled out of it and toward the house, where she fumbled with the key in the door, loudly enough that someone likely had to have heard her and her mutterings mixed with curse words. It had to be some kind of stupid joke, right? If not... then... she didn't know what, to be honest.

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Melbourne ☆ Investigative Journalist✩ Kaitore
27 year old Halfbreed Dhampir ☆ HE/HIM

"So, when are the two of you going to move in together? You've been at this for sometime, Marcus. Don't you think it's about time to settle down? I don't know. . . Maybe make an offering of two more grandchildren?" By this point, Layla had already practically adopted Gabby as her own granddaughter and would be damned if anyone would say otherwise. She'd grown fond of the energy and inquisitive behind the bright eyes. 

However, the form of conversation had already thrown Marcus off and thankfully for him his mother had sent the young girl to try and get some sleep in another room. "You and this one track mind you're on. Between you and Lapis double teaming on me about it I'm surprised I'm not buried in the question literally. . ." His hand slipped into the depths of his pocket as he pulled out his phone and started to check out the various message that pinged. It almost never stopped when it came to alerts due to the various informants he had connected with and the 'tips' that were sent in a massive wave. 

One that caught his immediate attention had been one labeled 'Need to talk NOW!! Big TIP!' Enough that his eyebrow had started to raise up out of curiosity. It had been rare that Gil ended up so riled that he started to text like a hamster on coffee. Just as he'd been about to tap in the number the sound of footsteps at the door drew his attention immediately and he slid it into his pocket once more. A single long whiff gave him an impression of the familiar smell, one that he had known intimately and apparently with the heavy scent of alcohol that had been ingrained into hit. "Woah. . . ." The door knob jiggled and clanked with the fiddle of hands and the scraping sound of a key that attempted to find its mark and the right notches to unlock it. 

Keen ears caught on to the mumble that strung up several cursed words and his fingers pinched at the bridge of his nose. "Don't tell me this woman went and bought the whole brewery back?" He thought it had been a gig? He hadn't expected that she'd return in this kind of state and he wasn't about to let her just sit out there much longer either. Approaching the door a hand wrapped around the knob and turned it after fully unlocking it. Then proceeded to open it up as he held out a gentle hand on Gemini's shoulder to try and guide her in. "I knew you were going to a party but I didn't think you planned to party this hard."

Intuition and the fact that she had the sound of curses on her tongue made an impression on him that there had been a lot more than a simple party that had gotten to her. "Come on, sit down. You can tell me what's eating Gemini Grape. How about some water to help you know, sober up?

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Melbourne ☆ Musician & Vocalist★ LilyCat
24 year old Halfbreed Veela ☆ She/Her

The door was being a rotten door, Gemini decided. She knew that she could just blast it off it's hinges, but then she would have to deal with someone complaining at her about it, and she wasn't in the mood for it. Plus, she'd wake up Gabrielle, and she wasn't about to do that. Still, if only she could work out which of the three key holes was the right one, it would make her life a hell of a lot easier right now. She started stabbing at the door with the key, in the hope that she might get it in the right place and be able to get in, when it was suddenly opened and she near instantly toppled forward from putting her weight into the key stabbing.

"Wah!" The exclamation fell from her lips as the world began to tip over, only to be halted when she was caught by Marcus' hand, for the most part at least. Her legs seemed to decide that they wanted to continue to collapse and she was hardly in any kind of state to fight them, so she was about to end up either on her face on the floor, or caught by the man in front of her. In either case, she was still going to lift a hand to try and prod at him with a finger.

"Didjuknow??" Came Gemini's slurred question toward the man, spoken more in accusation than curiosity. He had to have known, right? If it had been a big thing that actor Frankie Dean was actually alive, then reporters and journalists all over would be spreading the gossip! "Whydi'nyou say somethin'?" Gemini wanted to be angry, but now she was starting to get the sniffles up as though she was going to cry. It wasn't fair. Why the hell would she be the last to know about this kind of thing? Deep down, there was an even bigger hurt that wanted to rear it's ugly head, but she refused to acknowledge that at the moment. Instead, she needed to focus on something else or she might just curl up. And so she inhaled sharply.

"Shoulda told me. Had'ta deal with somebitch vulturereporter askin' me questionslike I knew, but didn't..." The woman huffed, barely even paying attention to her surroundings, whether she was on the floor, at a chair, or what. She just wanted to know why this had all happened and why Marcus hadn't said something to her before someone else had.

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Melbourne ☆ Investigative Journalist✩ Kaitore
27 year old Halfbreed Dhampir ☆ HE/HIM

Pupils dilated instantly from the sudden motion of her body moving forward from her sudden forceful jab towards the door, both arms quickly reacted by wrapping around her form and allowed for her to impact against his chest. Then he held her closely and used his own stability to offer a bit of ground to stand on for her. Another strong whiff confirmed the heavy scent of alcohol that permeated the Part-Veela's entire form to the point that Marcus had to cough inwardly to clear the effect it held on his throat. 

Once it seemed like she had enough to stand his arms would unravel and he stepped back slightly only to be berated by a pointed finger against his chest. It didn't hurt but he could feel that she had a point that needed to get out. "Did. . . I know? What, that you were at the door? It's kind of hard to notice the door jingling about with my senses." He opted to leave out that he smelled her before he heard her. "You're right, that was my bad. I should have told you I was at the door. Probably could have avoided the whole you tumbling in bit." Was this the reason why she'd been mad? That she was so drunk that the door was an enemy of hers? 

Little did he know the misunderstanding was far from the imagined intention. Marcus led Gemini towards the couch and proceeded to assist in helping her to sit down and relax, a single finger traced through the air as a spell reacted and pulled a nearby blanket towards his arm while he trekked into the kitchen. Grabbed hold of a cup and filled it up with some water that had been placed inside of the fridge from a jug. "Wait, what? A vulturereporter. . .?" So it hadn't been because he opened up the door without any prior warning? His head shook and quickly moved back towards the living room where he sat next to her and handed the drink of cool water over. 

Marcus started to pull the covers over just their laps and his arm wrapped around her shoulder while he pulled her into himself. "Can we start from the top here? Things were a bit scattered and I think. . . I may have misunderstood what you're really mad about." He wasn't going to probe her mind although that probably would have been the much easier task to do considering. If her mind wasn't a jumbled bunch of words. "What kind of questions did this reporter ask? It sounds like she was probing at a pretty sore spot for you to be this pissed off.

That didn't narrow it down either. There could have been one of many choices and he hadn't yet caught news personally of the not-so-dead ex that also happened to be Gabby's father.

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Melbourne ☆ Musician & Vocalist★ LilyCat
24 year old Halfbreed Veela ☆ She/Her

"What?" Gemini frowned at the man. What the hell was he even talking about?! Something to do with doors and jingling. Who was jingling? It wasn't Christmas time yet, and she weren't no Santa. She did practically tumble inside though, he was right about that. But nothing else seemed to make sense about what he was saying. Gemini was still angry, and Marcus was supposed to know exactly what she was angry about. She huffed as she was sat down, and tossed her bag against the wall, annoyance still creeping through her entire being. Not just annoyance though. There was pain there, deep, deep down, that she wanted to cover up with the anger and annoyance. She needed to stay angry, because otherwise she would start thinking too much.

"Yes! A fuckin'vulture'porter! Asking 'bout how it makes me feel an' shit, then Ali told her to pissoff an' had to tell me what'was all 'bout..." The woman refused the water, she didn't want it, and waved a hand at the glass. She didn't particularly want to be held either, but if she tried to pull away, it was likely that she was going to end up on the floor. How many drinks had she drank? Did it even matter? Not really. This whole night was bullshit and Marcus was being annoying. He was supposed to know. That was the whole point of her being angry right now, wasn't it?

"What'you mean what kinna questions? You know!" The accusation was believed by the woman, even as he seemed to be puzzled by whatever it was that was bothering her. She didn't want to have to explain it all, if she had to do that then she was probably going to start yelling and end up being even more upset, and might wake up Gabby, and she didn't want to have to explain that she was a fucking mess because the girl's father was possibly alive and well and apparently getting married.

The woman huffed and slumped back against the sofa, kicking her boots off and wiggling her toes.

"I needa smash something," A grumble fell from Gemini's lips. She hated violence, didn't like destruction. But in this moment, there was nothing she would rather do than break something, to be able to deliver some kind of damage to something else to reflect the damage she felt within herself. "Fuckin'asshole... don'even know ifit's true... but s'fuckin' rumoured all over, and here's me thinkin' he was dead allthisfuckin'time." She kicked the coffee table roughly, sending it across the floor, before then cringing and slumping again. It wasn't Marcus' fault, why was she being such a bitch? She couldn't understand it, but she didn't want to be comforted by him either. She just... didn't know.

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Melbourne ☆ Investigative Journalist✩ Kaitore
27 year old Halfbreed Dhampir ☆ HE/HIM

"What. . .?" This must be how the Nightmare before Christmas started, the feeling of being under the eyes of judgement hung like daggers. Eyes shifted left and right as if he were messing a big part of the punchline. If only she'd been pulling his leg, the usual witty jabs that had been part of her nature. But this had just been another aspect of Gemini that he'd yet to encounter and still couldn't piece together what had annoyed her, aside from his lack of understanding in this case. A sigh that held more frustration passed from his lips and a hand weaved through his hair while he closed his eyes only hearing the echo that followed from the bag impacting against the wall. 

Marcus placed the glass of water on the table, it was safe there right? His eyes pinpointed on her and he bit his lower lip in thought. "How you feel. . .?" It was a mumbled response as it still seemed very fragmented. If a reporter had been involved then the probing of question would have had to be relevant, it was rare that most did human interest pieces about lost loved ones. But often they didn't probe like asshats unless it was a major scoop that made a sudden change. "No, I don't know I don't really have the talent of omniscient. As easy as that would make my job. I can't know what someone doesn't tell me, I mean, unless I go probing through their mind. But. . ." He'd never been one to enjoy the use of his talents, they'd make everything easier. But if it meant he needed to know whatever he was expected to know, for Gemini, he could always consider making use of it more often. 

The table had been toppled and along with it the glass of water as it clanked against the floor with minimal damage due to the carpet. If only the carpet could say the same fully as the clear liquid flooded out and darkened the coloration. "Well. . . At least it was only water. Not much of a clean up job needed there." He'd just have to dry it thoroughly to avoid any form of mildew that could grow from being sloppy about it.  

He could 'feel' her feelings in the sense that every function in her body that reacted as a heightened aggravation for her anger pumped deeper inside of his ears. The final run-on words caught his attention. "Wait, what? No, don't repeat." Marcus used deductive reasoning and the only way he could make sense of it all drumming up this kind of rage in her had to have involved Gabby's father. A soft silence followed suit and his eyebrow curved upwards and he reached into his pocket to see the message once more of urgency. "Don't tell me -that- was the urgent news he wanted to tell me. . .? Give me a moment. Stay there, don't uh. . . Kick the table anymore.

His finger pressed the button to quick-dial the sender of the message as he held Gemini. "Hey man, Sorry, I had some uh. . . Family troubles.  You said you have a tip for me? What's up?" The voice on the other end grew excited, as the low words of 'ABOUT TIME!' came as an arrogant response. "Come on, spill, I don't have all night." After what seemed to be a few commentaries of 'You're going to be late breaking this story', the actual fact of that Franklin Dean had been alive and even the big announcement finally made it to his ears. "Shit. . . Alright, thanks for that. You have no idea how much you helped me out here." The call had been ended and he tossed his phone towards the floor with a gaze narrowed towards her Gemini. 

What was he supposed to say at this point? How awkward this had been for him on top of that. This was the man that she mourned, assisted in giving birth to the little girl whom he cherished ceaselessly. Would she even want to go see the man? The explanation that would never be good enough follow from his mouth? Eyes closed gently, she wasn't in a condition to actually go walking anywhere and the rage in her most likely would only build. "Then smash me." Considering he was already a target for her frustrations it made sense in his mind to brand himself a much larger one. "I'm durable and can take a lot more pain and punishment than most people or things. You obviously need to swing at something or someone too."

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Melbourne ☆ Musician & Vocalist★ LilyCat
24 year old Halfbreed Veela ☆ She/Her

"Yes! How I feel..." Why was the man repeating things she'd said to him, as though she didn't know what she was saying? That's what she'd said! That's what the vulture had asked. And she was glad that Ali had stepped in, because... well, to be honest, Gemini didn't know how she'd felt. But now? Noooow, she was pissed, and upset, and wanted to punch and kick things and make a mess and kind of throw a tantrum. Kicking the table had only helped a fraction... there was something satisfying about spilling the water, but she knew that she'd feel bad for that later on, and so released a long huff as she grabbed her wand and managed to place the water back in the glass and the glass on a side table, away from her kicky legs. Apparently, even drunk, she'd had enough practice cleaning up spills to be able to do that. She then tossed her wand over with her bag and flopped back with her arms crossed.

Gemini was also very glad that the man had quickly told her not to repeat what she'd said, because she would have potentially yelled it just to make sure that he hear right. She didn't care that she was slurring and probably difficult to understand, she'd already told him 'what'! And then he was on his phone and she huffed as she looked away, turning into even more of a ball of anger at Marcus taking time to talk about some stupid story with some other vulture reporter while she was clearly distressed.

"Oh, what?! Am I still here?" Gemini grumped as the man hung up and returned his attention to her. She wasn't even really aware of what he'd been talking about, and didn't care either, "Hope the story's a good one." The woman, meanwhile, wanted to go out and find something she could trash without feeling bad. She just wanted to let loose completely, maybe set fire to some things - the whole pyromancy thing had to be useful for something right? Not that she hadn't set things alight due to her temper before. But a part of her was still aware that Gabby was asleep, and that she'd feel like shit later if she trashed Marcus' place. His suggestion, however, caused her to snort.

"Don't I already do that  most nights?" SNAP! The woman, even in her annoyed state, apparently had quips to spare, and she had to snort a very brief cough of a laugh at that one. At least until she sniffed and then leaned forward over her knees as she brought her hands to her face, "Fucking hell... fuck this fucking bastard bullshit. Why the fuck is this happening now? After all the fucking shit I've been through since Mom was killed, and then he fucking disappeared and I thought he was dead too..." What even was this cruelty? Gemini didn't know what to do right now, so she just punched the cushion beside her on the sofa, accidentally lighting it on fire.

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Melbourne ☆ Investigative Journalist✩ Kaitore
27 year old Halfbreed Dhampir ☆ HE/HIM

This is what it must have felt like to truly between a rock and a hard place with a person and not know a reason behind the why. It felt as if he had to walk on the tip of his toes metaphorically while trying to extract the information, to not anger the beast that had been unleashed within the woman. While he wasn't made or upset at how the evening had unraveled there was a sense of annoyance on many levels, multiple reasons. He'd been annoyed that she thought he had this hidden answer and the compounded action behind her words seemed as if she had been -certain- he knew. 

But now, now he had a hint of what she had expected him to know. The confirmation had only arrived through the use of him contacting someone who saved the woman from having to say it all over again, words didn't need to confirm it either on if that had been the issue. She'd been getting a bit more specific as the time rolled on but her current state of mind and anger gave enough of a picture on what the 'Vulture-reporter' could have asked. A small snort exhausted form him as he rolled his eyes. "Gemma. . . It wasn't get 'grab the next big story'. Just before you came someone messaged me about 'big news'. The guy is kind of like my. . .International contact of sorts. Places outside of Australia he slips me the biggest info.

Did he really need to explain more? To draw out that raw emotion and beat it like a dead horse that wouldn't run? "I didn't know and I think you know me better than that if I -did- know." But if she didn't truly know him better than that? One often stated being in a state of drunkenness showed much more of thoughts and opinions. "Never mind about that last part... But I didn't know.

He scoffed lightly and a small smile curved at his lips. "I'm pretty sure I'm the one doing the smashing. Considering you wake up with sore legs and hips often." Though he didn't expect that would be the solution to this problem, as much as angry sex with her would have been intense and worth it every single moment that they were in the bed. . .  The fact it all stemmed from the man she loved and mourned, that would be the mood killer. 

Listening while leaning forward a soft sigh escaped his lips and head shook. "I don't know, babe. If anything we've learned is that life enjoys its unexpected surprises." His own mind flashed to a night in Egypt that he'd kept secret that occurred. Whatever form of Pandora's box they'd opened he just wished it could be stuff back inside. As the sofa lit on fire he twitched in a flinch then quickly stood up pressing an arm across Gemini to push her away from the growing flame, a hand traced through the air as a pile of sand started to form and dropped onto the fire to quell it. "Shit. . ." He mumbled. 

That had been Layla's favorite couch that she'd recent picked out too. He could take the blame on that one, there was no need to make Gem feel bad about it with what had been eating at her. "Come on, let's get you to the bed room. At least most of the stuff there is crap anyways." A few ideas rang through his mind, if the man was alive then confronting him would be an inevitability. "You want me to fly over there or something? Grill him? . . . Punch him in the jaw?" That last one he could do and enjoy every moment just for the pain he'd put this woman through and not to mention the pain he'd end up putting Gabby through. 

Hell, Marcus would want to punch him twice for Gabby. 

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Melbourne ☆ Musician & Vocalist★ LilyCat
24 year old Halfbreed Veela ☆ She/Her

The woman seemed to sulk as Marcus explained why he'd decided to call some person while she was clearly having a major crisis... or something like that. Her bottom lip pouted with a sour expression on her features and she sniffed and then huffed quietly, arms crossed. She knew that she really shouldn't have any right to be pissy with him. She knew that Marcus wasn't the one who was truly deserving of her anger and drunken ranting, but the person who was just... wasn't here right now. Perhaps there was also a part of her that felt like Marcus should have protected her from something like this happening, like he'd failed her or something. She didn't even know what she thought at this point, and could only frown and slump further into the sofa. Maybe it would swallow her up.

"You wake up sore too," The woman was still pouting as she murmured a quiet retort, but it didn't really matter what she said. She didn't know what she was supposed to feel or do right now and it was frustrating and even a bit scary. The fire didn't seem to bother her, as though she didn't even feel it around her hand. To be fair, she didn't. However, she was easily pushed back and then breathed out a long sigh as she realised she'd just damaged the new couch. She flopped, refusing to move even when Marcus mentioned going to the bedroom.

"Idunwanna..." Came the mumble from Gemini as she decided she was going to be a lump and he would have to just carry her if he wanted her to move. Though the mention of Marcus going overseas to confront Frankie... she went still, unsure how to feel about that idea, or whether it was a good one at all. Marcus had a natural upper hand, but Frankie was from a rough group of friends, and was not above using fatal methods for self preservation. Also... she just wasn't even sure if it was worth it. What she did know, however, was that she would have to face him at some point.

"'Msorry, I'm such a bitchymess..." Gemini mumbled out quietly. "'Mgonna haveta face him some time... s'bullshit. I'm just... I dunno what the fuck to think. An' I know you'd tell me... or I think you would... I was just caught unaware, an' then drinks, an' everything was shit, an' I wanted to be angry..."

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Melbourne ☆ Investigative Journalist✩ Kaitore
27 year old Halfbreed Dhampir ☆ HE/HIM

The tip of Marcus' fingers rubbed against his forehead. The way she had pouted and the expression that radiated along with it only cemented in that she still had been upset towards him, maybe more towards the fact that he hadn't been on top of the that kind of information to keep it from harming her. How was he supposed to prevent that even if he had known? Keeping it from her would have eventually been much more harmful and telling her about it seemed like it would get the similar scenario as tonight offered up to them on a silver-messed-platter. What he imagined walking on eggshells had been like wouldn't compare to this mind field that needed a unique method of navigation. 

"Hm... Sometimes. Most times it's because I'm putting in the most work. You've gotta keep up." His own gentle quip lashed out, a way to try and reach the cock and whip witted woman in fighting form of sorts. He didn't expect it to hit the chord perfectly to pull her out of the rut she'd found herself in. To believe someone was dead only to find out that they weren't, after celebrating their life and putting them to rest. All the effort to him made it seem like all she had put into pushing forward had been a lie that wasn't necessary, wounds that could never heal and now were festering in this corrosion of betrayal. 

"You don't wanna?" What were they? Five? This might be what it had been like to argue with someone who had been set on doing what they want to do. He started to situate himself on the floor and pressed his back against the couch just in front of Gemini "Fine, stay there if you want." He was way out of his depth on addressing this sort of problem as it had been a rare occasion to even have a story of a faked death. Someone with a heavy public awareness made it even more difficult to maneuver through and he even wondered just how far he'd have to reach out for his contacts. How deep underground he'd need to go in order to contact some of the older troublemakers from his own past. 

"Bitchy mess? You? . . . Well, yea, but you're my bitchy mess so it's fine." Marcus took her hand and gently kissed the back of it as he held it by linking his fingers with hers. "Heh, It's alright. I'm used to everyone being angry with me for one reason or another. You know, the whole 'Dhampir' bit does make me a good target for stuff." He decided to make himself a butt of the joke for a moment. "If you're going to face him just don't do it sloshed, you don't need that kind of press working in his favor. If you actually had some coordination I had planned to take you somewhere to vent. But. . . You don't look like you could swing an empty paper bag without stumbling right now."  

The man's head leaned back to press against the poked out cushions. "You deserve some answers. Both you and Gabby, he owes you it no matter what anyone else may say or think. You don't need to worry about anything either, I'll make sure to protect the both of you. The full extent of my abilities." To go as far as to even allow himself to make use of his natural talents to their fullest had many connotations on how serious he considered the matter. 

 

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Melbourne ☆ Musician & Vocalist★ LilyCat
24 year old Halfbreed Veela ☆ She/Her

Gemini knew he was joking with her, or trying to, but in her state of drunkenness and the feeling of abandonment and that old feeling from her youth that something was wrong with her, she felt a small hit from the comment. Was she even enough for Marcus? How long before he decided that she was too much work, and left her and Gabrielle, to move on to better, greener pastures? She tried to hide the pout and the look of near dejection by turning her face away from him and trying to think of something else, though she simply settled for flopping across the sofa like the lump that she felt she was, and refusing to move. Juvenile, perhaps, but she didn't care at this point. There had to be something wrong with her, it was the only thing she could think of. Why else would all this even have happened, with Frankie really being alive and never contacting her?

"I will stay here..." The woman's voice mumbled, partially muffled by a cushion as she buried her face for a moment against the puffy thing, smearing some of her makeup over it in the process, thanks for a couple of stray tears that she was hiding by said burying of her face. She barely heard his claim over her, though the part that did hear it figured maybe he was just trying to make her feel better. In her current state, it was difficult to believe any of those words right now. She'd been told that before. Had heard all the words, claiming care for her, promises to take care of her and Gabby. How could she believe anything now?

"That's stupid, people shouldn't be angry because of how you were born," The woman huffed, not recognising the joke, and instead feeling her anger begin to build again for the people who couldn't accept others as they were because of stupid things like race or species or blood status. It reminded her of her mother's murder, the fact that the sweetest woman in the world had been a target because of her Veela heritage. The anger poured off her, her empathic ability causing it to be felt by anyone nearby. Why were people so cruel? What made it right for them to be able to ruin lives and screw others around over prejudice and selfishness? She brought a hand to her face and rubbed at it, knowing that she needed to calm down.

"I've been worse and been able to punch, and I don't give a fuck about press," Gemini muttered darkly, "I'm gonna get answers. And I'm gonna make sure he knows that he's never gonna see Gabby again. Far as she's concerned, he's dead, and he may as well be." Even as she said it, part of her wondered if her resolve would still hold up if she came face to face with him.

It would have to. For the daughter he abandoned and promises he broke, if nothing else.

"It's not fair..." Gemini then said quietly, her head flopped down on the pillow once again, "It's not fair for this shit to happen, when I thought I could be happy again. It's bullshit... such fucking garbage."

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Melbourne ☆ Investigative Journalist✩ Kaitore
27 year old Halfbreed Dhampir ☆ HE/HIM

A silence covered over Marcus for a moment, he hadn't really understood just how badly it had been effecting her. The amount of levels of complication that he never understood when it came to the kinds of issues that she'd had to face. She'd always gave him a run for his money whether it had been with her lovable and maybe on some level, infuriating rapier wit along with the way she'd had commandeered the sheets in his bedroom. He still often remembered the high that their linked emotions at fueled the first time that they had humored that animalistic urge, tasting her blood to him had even made it much closer due to the intimate nature that had been. Softened sigh exhausted and eyes shifted slightly to look towards the downtrodden woman. 

"Alright, but mostly because I imagine if I tried to pick you up, you'd do that weight hang thing from Lilo and Stitch." Being around Gabby had opened him up to watching various kinds of shows that he wouldn't ordinarily even entertain. The effect that both of the girls had on him had been profound, nothing that he could even consider as a regret. Maybe it was that reaction that his mother sensed? Why she kept pushing other than her Granny biological clock. As she started to get riled up about how others viewed people his hand ran along her shoulder. "Woah, Gem, it was a joke. You're safe here, you don't have to worry about that kind of stuff." He knew that she'd been wounded because of that kind of think, that had been a commonality for them both. The reaction of others because they weren't fully 'Human' to others or even just different entirely. 

He grunted lightly, even while in that state she'd been the pushy sort. A woman who had been like a wild fire consuming quickly ahead. Marcus crossed his arms and his eyes closed lightly, legs started to cross over one another as he straightened them out. "I'm all for making sure he never gets to see her. If he didn't care to visit for both of you then he already stated how much that right cared to him. But I'm saying don't go swinging for both you and Gabby. Get your answers, and if you need to swing? Give him a social bloody nose. The Monster inside all of us always wants the actual blood but we can't let it, we have to opt for other weapons when time asks it." This had been one of those times, if Gemini ended up getting into major trouble for assault then that'd end up hurting both her and Gabby. That was something he wouldn't and couldn't allow for many reasons - Care, Obligation, and a Self Promise. 

"Thought? You can be happy again. Just cause he fucked up doesn't invalidate all that you've done for yourself and her. The reason may not have been what you thought it had been for but the motivation is all that mattered in the end. To do good for you and her." His eyes lowered towards the ground for a moment. The thought that flooded in his mind made him wince and only because it had been in his Mother's voice with that 'I told you to so' inflection. "Why don't you move in here?" He could have sworn he heard some elder 'Yip' in the background but put it off as some random animal. 

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24 year old Halfbreed Veela ☆ She/Her

"Pfft... you're a Dhampir, as if the weight hang thing would actually impede you any," The woman snorted as she kept her face half-buried against the pillow. Sure, it might make things a bit awkward, since she would deliberately make sure that she got limbs caught on anything that they passed, and try to block doorways and whatnot, just because she could be a pest. But in the end, she knew that physically he had the strength to be able to make her get to a proper bed. She appreciated that she wasn't being forced to do anything though, in this moment in time she just wanted to have her tantrum and wallow however she chose to. It was better now rather than the morning, when Gabby would be awake to see and wonder what was wrong. Still, it didn't stop that momentary fire that lit up at the injustice of people who judged others so critically. That fire drained her though as well, and she returned to her 'floppy' state within moment with a grunt.

Gemini would be lying if it didn't sting to hear someone else voice what she'd been thinking, that clearly Gabrielle's father didn't care enough about them if he hadn't even contacted them. That hurt. She hated that it hurt. Years of believing him dead meant that she'd not stopped loving him. It made the reality feel like her heart had been freshly torn from her chest... and as much as she knew that it should be expected. It also didn't feel fair to the man who was in her life now... trying to comfort her.

"I hate this..." Gemini said quietly, "I hate that he can just be living his life the past few years. And to me it feels like I've just caught him cheating..." Though, she supposed, technically he had been. Cheating on her heart and belief, allowing her to think he was dead all this time, to have continued loving him all this time. The woman began to curl up into a ball on the sofa. She knew she needed to be smart, but her drunken mental state was all over the place and she found herself barely even able to consider what might happen if she did see Frankie again. She knew what Marcus was saying was rational and that he was right. She had done a lot, but it was clear she was falling into a chasm of negativity - something that had only occurred only once before in her life.

As if to make things worse, the man then asked her to move in with him, and Gemini didn't know what to say or think and ultimately turned into a mess as she rolled off the sofa and onto Marcus, clinging to him as she very much ugly-cried, rendering herself unable to answer the question at all until she somehow could manage to cry herself out.

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Melbourne ☆ Investigative Journalist✩ Kaitore
27 year old Halfbreed Dhampir ☆ HE/HIM

"No, It'd be easy to lift you. But I don't expect you to make it easy to even do that. Much easier on us all to just stay right where we are." Not that it wouldn't be a -fun- experience to him. Just to see here grab hold of every little thing like someone that didn't want to leave the fun party that had been helping in the area. He also didn't want to place the idea that she didn't have the right to be upset or even a bit unruly given the circumstances. Personally, he wasn't sure how he'd react himself in that kind of position - putting all that effort into moving on in more than one way. Marcus could only hypothesis that she must have felt as if she were set back entirely, as if it none of what she'd had accomplished had mattered even though she went through and triumphed above it. 

As much as he hated the punch himself, he understood that necessity behind it. It had been the same stinging punches he'd received when his mother pressed her way into his life again. From Gem, Sibylla, Ikedi, even Lot -  the sting, it always hurt. But it was one of those necessary whacks that helped to juggle up the mind, to push the desire to see whatever injustice righted in some fashion or another. And from Marcus' perspective, while Frankie may not have cared enough  to be in their lives, He did. They'd been such a major part to it that he couldn't conceive letting them go without fighting for that privilege, it wasn't a right to him. He didn't deserve it but he would work hard to earn it. 

Of course, he wasn't sure how to take that line in stride. At this point he felt as if he were the 'other man', that she'd been doing her own dirt and had found her significant other cheating on her and wanted to flip the script. This must have been what it had been like to see someone fight against the past itself, what it might have been to see his own struggles in a way. The edge of his fang bit against the lower lining of his lip and punctured it in frustration, not to mention that hearing her words and his own suggestion of moving it - he wasn't sure now if that had been the proper step at all.  

Just as he'd been contemplating how to react, to respond without feeling as if he were wounded by the idea itself he found a sudden weight start to collide on to of him. "What the. . .-!" It had been a suddenness and he could only prepare himself by changing the position on how he'd been sitting himself in a slight motion, the woman clinging to him  as if for dear life itself. His hand weaved through her hair gently and peered down towards her. "You don't need to hold back, you can let it out. . . And you don't have to answer that question right now." This had been the moment that he needed to fix what he'd assumed was a bad suggestion given the fallout of it. "Take all the time you need, cause I'll be here regardless.

Marcus meant every bit of what he'd said before, she was being a bitchy-mess, but she'd been his and he hadn't intended to let her forget about that particular fact. In this moment or going forward. "Besides, do you think you can escape Layla. . .? That woman would pop out of no where like some kind of noire detective. It's creepy, I'm telling you." His thumb coursed along her cheek loving, a caring stroke. "And you still owe me some sunglasses, those were just so expensive. Then again. . . Meeting you and Gabby definitely was much better. A win in my book."

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24 year old Halfbreed Veela ☆ She/Her

Curling up on Marcus' lap, Gemini didn't care if she was probably smearing the shoulder of his shirt with make-up from crying and trying to rub the tears against it, not that it would be difficult to wash off anyway. She was just... a mess. And she knew it. Between finding out in definitely not the best way, getting drunk, and Marcus being so caring and trying to provide something solid for her, she didn't know where her emotions were at. Right now, it was easier to simply cry out her frustration, her pain, and the heartache of having someone who didn't even care how much of a mess she was right now, and still wanted to have her as a close part of their life. How the hell could she feel so utterly shitty, and feel like she deserved any kind of happiness?

"S'not that...." Gem sniffed, though remained curled up, her face still partially buried against the man's chest, "I'm just a fuckin' mess, and dunno what I should want or be doin', and I really dunno why you wanna live with me, 'specially after my fuckin' moping around and all this crap that's got me all over the place." She felt guilty for being upset about Frankie now, because of the question Marcus had asked. It couldn't be fair that the guy wanted her to move in, and she was all upset about her ex boyfriend! The fact that the circumstances were unique and understandable didn't really register to her. She just felt awful.

"I feel like shit... for feeling like shit..." The woman muttered, lifting a hand to rub at her eyes, before then allowing a small snort to escape at the idea of Layla popping out from some random shadows to catch her and drag her home by the ear or something, if she did try to escape. Funnier still was that Gemini could imagine it as something that would legit happen. The mention of the glasses resulted in a quiet huff from the woman, however, "You said you didn' want me to buy your new pair... can't change your mind now." She sniffed, though then went quiet for a few moments.

"I'm sorry y'gotta deal with me like this..."

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Melbourne ☆ Investigative Journalist✩ Kaitore
27 year old Halfbreed Dhampir ☆ HE/HIM

Marcus hadn't cared too much on the stains that rubbed along his shirt, the smudge could be considered less than unimportant in light of the moment. Had there been a way to truly ease the war that had raged inside of Gemini? It almost seemed like his stance on how everything had unfolded, reactions given to her without ever blowing his gasket ended up being much more harmful with the cocktail of emotion. He wanted to offer her more even if he'd been uncertain in certain aspects on how it should have been implemented, in what form it should be taking. Happiness had been one of the gifts he'd wanted to offer but held no way of knowing what the proper start would be to start it off. 

His hand embraced the back of her head and rubbed it gently through her hair to try and add a soothing motion in an effort to ease her into a calmer state. "We're all a mess in a special kind of way. Maybe not a drunk kind of a mess, you can keep that trophy for now." A toothy grin shined from him. "But I'm pretty sure you could label the whole 'My mother suddenly showing up' as a messy moment for me too. I was such a mess I probably would have shut the door in her face at that time and not feel bad about it." His heart had grown hardened and the damage in his trust in the woman long standing without any true nurture or resolution until a bit after the encounter. It would have been a lie to say that Layla's nagging hadn't contributed to the thought but it wasn't as if the thought or consideration hadn't existed before then. A few times when she and Gabby had stayed over the imagery had been pictured in his mind and then shooed away from it seeming too soon or maybe unrequited. "And why wouldn't I want to live with you? You're more than just moment, Gemma. You're entitled to breakdowns as much as you're entitled to breakfast at my table.

A snicker eased out for him and his smile held a warmth. "Glad to know you got over the whole burning the couch." His finger gently nudged the side of her cheek as he wiped away some of the left over tears that started to try and dry against her skin. "Hey, let me have my excuses so that you can stay around. If you take the glasses away then I lose a bit of ground here." The usual demeanor that she held day to day, it made it difficult to believe that it had been the same woman who clung to him, cried out her own heart at that. It hadn't changed his original assessment of her as a woman with a unique strength. But it had reminded him that she'd been just another person hurt who needed to build up her own walls and protections to not fall into a blubbering mess. 

"Why are you even apologizing? Heh, you do realize that at some point I was going to have to see you like this. I had already planned to be here for you. Because I'm willing to deal with anything that comes this way. Whether it be your occasional teasing's or the worse of things."

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24 year old Halfbreed Veela ☆ She/Her

"S'why I don't drink often," Gemini sniffed as she leaned against Marcus, resting her head on his shoulder, her lips constantly pursed into a small sorrowful pout. Her energy had been used up, it seemed, and she had hit the wall. The alcohol was finally slowing her down and she was simply left in her strange confusion of thoughts and feelings. She huffed quietly as he mentioned his mother's arrival, but knew that he probably would have done it if she hadn't been here at the time. Still, it had been more of an interesting night than a mess like she was right now. Even then, she'd had a small moment, and the reminder caused her nose to wrinkle slightly. The young woman knew that she was entitled to her issues and fears, but she didn't like showing them.

"Hmph... I wouldn't wanna live with another me, it'd be a nightmare," The woman muttered quietly. Having to deal with herself in this state? She'd have probably just tipped a bucket of icy water on her. Still, she wondered what it was that he saw, just how different she must appear to him as what she saw in the mirror. "Because I dunno what I should even be thinking or feeling or doing?" She shrugged and then winced slightly at the reminder of the couch before lifting her head just slightly to glance over at the scorched cushion. She'd have to replace that some time, or find some way to make it up to Layla. But she snorted quietly at Marcus' complaint about taking away his excuses.

"OH, so you need an excuse to used? Can't just say it's coz you like havin' me around?" Gemini huffed softly, but she knew that right now it couldn't be easy to deal with. She was so optimistic and full of positive energy so often that when she did fall off that boat, she sank right to the bottom, and it was a stark contrast. Her emotions ran wildly and extreme, and there were few people who could truly have the patience to deal with that on a regular basis. She was almost surprised that Marcus had put up with it for this long, and her head ducked a little.

"To be honest, wasn't sure this woulda lasted this long at the start..." The young woman murmured quietly. And not just because of her own attitude. Marcus had seemed at the time wary of getting attached to anyone, about as wary as she was. But days had turned into weeks, and then months. "Figured you'd have got tired of me pretty quick, the whole... part-Veela charm thing aside. 'M s'posed to make sure you keep that stick outta your ass an' all, not be some mopey mope an' shit..." She huffed again as her body seemed to just flop sideways against his front, "I needta... do the closure thing, I think... I thought I did, but the news just destroyed it, and I feel like shit that it did. Like... I'm just fucking things up already..."

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Melbourne ☆ Investigative Journalist✩ Kaitore
27 year old Halfbreed Dhampir ☆ HE/HIM

The edge of his lips grazed along the side of her forehead in a gentle kiss. His arms hadn't left from her and the moment that it seemed as if the alcohol's effects had started to swirl away into a drain of clarity, the grip that had been held would tighten into a firm security. "There's always that one vice that can get the best of us if we let it. Sometimes it just has way too much of an easy time of it too." Marcus wasn't going to fault her for getting drunk and being in a funk. While he hated what it had done to her mind, the fact it compounded on the effects of her negative emotions, sometimes it was that lowest moment that needed to happen just to try and beat it entirely. 

"Nightmare? You? Nah, you're pretty alright. I've seen much worse." While he didn't have the full scope of what it would be like to live with her, the brief little 'sleep-overs' that had built up over the last few months? Hadn't been bad. Waking up to someone who could give you a run for your money in many ways. Additionally, Having a little girl around who had the capacity to energize the area made the mornings interesting. He did adore her too, she may not have been his own child but she deserves a strong figure in her life. "I wouldn't know where to begin on what you 'should or shouldn't' be thinking. It isn't like it's a right or wrong here, it's kind of a maelstrom of emotions. You're going to have the confusion which is fine.

"Someone is fishing here, aren't they?" Marcus snickered at her as he rose a finger up and traced the edge of her chin gently. He'd rather make her work to the point that she would admit her own feelings before he did. Especially since under more lucid circumstances she'd have been sorting out his emotions from her natural talents. "You'll find us journalists tend to be tight lipped about source information, I can't comment on this time about what I like. It could get me in trouble with my Publisher." With the larger amusement coming to the fact that he'd been his own boss. 

"Hm. . .?" An eyebrow quirked upwards, gaze lowered to stare at her while she spoke. "Hey, your charm isn't what snagged and kept me. You're beautiful, that's an obvious truth. I enjoy being around you not just because you're good in bed or donate blood to the Marcus fund. Simply because I enjoy you for you. And if your grandmother didn't see it as a good idea you can bet she would have yanked me away from you or vice versa." It had almost felt like Sibylla 'skipped out' on certain things or snagged Gabby away just for the two of them to have their moments. "I'm supposed to be here to make sure you don't slip on your 'tude too much. Heh." His hand slide along her arm soothingly. "You're fucking nothing up, Gemini. What do you think you're messing up?

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24 year old Halfbreed Veela ☆ She/Her

"Pfft... what's yours? Instant noodles?" Gemini snorted, not really of clear enough mind to try and think of what vice Marcus had that would mess him up the way alcohol tended to really screw with her mood. Not that it always did, or even often did. Most of the time she was quite a happy person after a few drinks, but the news that had started off her binge had only been compounded by the amount of alcohol she'd consumed tonight. It wasn't going to go away quickly either, she knew that. Even sober, she was going to have to face the pain and the inner questions and doubts about herself. "You're jus' sayin' that to try make me feel better," Because Gem was pretty sure that she was at least a bit of a nightmare... she knew that she was a pain in the arse on the best and worst of days, at least. It just depended on the day as to what kind of pain she'd be.

"Fuck confusion, fuck all this mess of shit emotions..." The woman grumbled, though it was more difficult to try and fuck them off than simply saying the words, and she knew it. She would have to face her demons and then work out what was happening in her life from there. She snorted as he insinuated that she was fishing, before going on to say he'd get in trouble, and the young woman just rolled her eyes with a small huff. "Whatever, be like that," She grumbled quietly, and shifted her gaze away, with the hint of sobering up slightly, there was bound to be a killer migraine on the horizon, her mood was unlikely to get any better, even from joking.

"Oh, so I caught your eye 'cause I'm hot, and then the sex and blood donation snagged you," Gemini snorted a little, though at least didn't seem serious in her words, as far as anyone could tell anyway. In her current mood it was almost impossible to tell where she was being serious or sarcastic. She didn't seem actually upset by the conversation though, so that was perhaps a good sign. Rather, she huffed at least half a chuckle at the idea of Sibylla dragging her away, or whatever she thought would keep him away. Still, she sighed as she leaned against him, curling up a little.

"Nothin' wrong with my 'tude, it's my signature, man," Gemini mumbled, the adrenaline from earlier having completely run out now, leaving her feeling weary and as though she could pass out at probably any moment, "I dunno... I'm just worried. I'm really happy with how this year's been... but, I need to get closure on this new stuff, but I'm scared of what if I do something stupid? I don't wanna mess up... but I need to face my past. It's just... I dunno... bleh." With that, her head dropped onto his shoulder heavily and she sighed as she closed her eyes, she didn't know what it was that she was scared of, but knew that she didn't want to lose what she'd gained after this long.

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Melbourne ☆ Investigative Journalist✩ Kaitore
27 year old Halfbreed Dhampir ☆ HE/HIM

"Oh no!? You've found out! This will be really bad for my pristine reputation." Admittedly, It hadn't really been instant noodles. That fit under the more guilty pleasure that he still tried to enjoy in secret when no one had been looking or watching. Which. .. Was difficult with Layla practically breathing down his neck in his own home. Like most Dhampir his trigger is and probably always will be blood, even more so with his past tendency of trying to avoid it entirely. It made the hunger loud and often the temptation grew towards dangerous levels. Marcus rolled his eyes at Gemini's insinuation that it had been his way of trying to make her feel better, while it wasn't untrue it hadn't been the basis of his reason. He'd always want to help her feel better but it never meant there weren't other reasons stitched within, maybe even more prevalent. 

"I know, it sucks being feeling people, doesn't it?" More so much more literally for the young woman, someone whom had felt emotions within people probably had been more at risk for drowning within her own. A snorted chuckle followed after her huff. "You're cute when you're all attitude and pouting. I think I get the thrill you have during the usual days." Maybe not as the collapsing mess that she'd been at the start of the night, but it at least seemed like she'd been slowly dealing with the situation in her own way. Even more so with the small barb she'd tossed towards him. "Well, it is kind of hard to not look at you any time of the day when you're around. Half the time I think you're purposefully trying to slide your way into my view just to see my reaction.

"You've a lot of signatures, it's hard to keep in mind every single one. There's also the ever so apparent, 'Make the man uncomfortable by agreeing with most of his mother's ideas.' You're like her wingman in those moments." It didn't help that they weren't in the least halted by his snarls or growls as a response. Most times he wondered why he even attempted to try and dissuade them that way. A gentle silence fell over him as he listened to what had been weighed as a heavy concern on her, it sounded to him as if she were more worried about the loss of what she'd gained this year. 

A soft chuckle echoed after her words finished and his hand weaved through her hair in a slow motion. "You're very silly, you should know by now I would spring you out. It isn't like I'm new to the criminal element, I'm sure I can find a bunch of people to gather up for an massive explosion spell you bust you out of the joint." Of course, he expected with the right tap of blood he probably could create the same effect to some level. His nostrils took in the air gently and he lowered his gaze towards the downtrodden woman. "And if you think you're going to lose me or what you've gained? You definitely haven't been paying much attention to your 'Emo-Dar'. If you have to guess how I feel about. . ." Then he supposed he'd just have to say it, as awkward has it had been to admit any form of feeling vocally. "Of course I love you, Gem and enjoy having you around." He'd answered her previous question from before. 

"Added, I couldn't imagine my days without Gabby either. The girl keeps me up on my toes."

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24 year old Halfbreed Veela ☆ She/Her

"You got no idea," Gem murmured. Being a person who had emotions was one thing, they were a pain in the ass at the best of times. But being someone who often picked up on everyone else's as well, made her own even more sensitive at times, especially if she was drinking as well. It seemed to only compound everything once she managed to sort out between herself and other people, the biggest challenge being keeping her own to herself so that she didn't project directly onto others. It meant that moments like this were incredibly rare, because she couldn't afford to lose herself to what she felt, in case she messed with those around her without meaning to. His teasing over her pouting was met with only more pouting though, before she tried to ignore his words about finding it difficult not to look at her. He may have been a little right, because  it was amusing to know that she could distract him so easily by just being in the room, but she didn't have to admit to it.

"Your mom is a cool lady, and I have no shame at all in admitting that I'm totally her wingman," Gemini nodded easily. Layla's antics amused the hell out of her, and the women tended to play off one another in making Marcus' life maaaybe just a little hellish, but it was all out of care and fun for the man. He needed to loosen up sometimes, be a little less serious, and that's what Gem figured she was there for, even if it meant he picked up an eye-twitch now and then. If anything, that only added a little to the thrill of how he'd probably make her pay later on.

"Pfft, I don't mean getting arrested," The woman rolled her eyes. As if she would ever be convicted of anything. Even if she did end up punching Frankie, Sib would make sure that Gemini never saw the inside of a jail cell. It wasn't as though Gem wouldn't twist the entire scene to make it look like he had started it anyway, the woman wasn't stupid by any means. She'd grown up in Hollywood. It was a cut-throat world there. She was however worried over the idea that she might lose someone who had been there for her all year, and who she cared about, by doing something stupid. But it seemed he had picked up on that too, her lips pursing at his comment about her 'Emo-dar', before then clearly blushing at his admission of how he felt. Something fluttered in her stomach and she ducked her head, pressing her fact to his chest in order to hide her blush.

"What was that? Don't think I heard it properly," Gemini then said, words cheeky as ever, "You might have to say it a bit louder. I think all the alcohol's made me a bit sleepy, and everything's hard to hear."

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Melbourne ☆ Investigative Journalist✩ Kaitore
27 year old Halfbreed Dhampir ☆ HE/HIM

"All I've got is the whole mental scope. That can be pretty annoying sometimes. Nothing like hearing someone's overly loud thought of 'He has a nice ass' ricochet from across the other side of the room." Most times he could escape those kind of moments, if he kept moving fast enough through people. Crowds made it slightly more difficult but he'd had enough time to develop the proper defenses against that kind of a situation. He grinned at her as the pout became even more defined as he brought the attention towards it. It had a bit of an amusing twist that she could still have the strength and awareness to work on those usual traits of hers, where she'd accentuate her pouts or expression anytime he'd bring them up. 

Then Marcus snorted. "Cool lady, isn't the kind of thing I would use as a descriptor for her." Loud, rude, pushy, and everything that would be able to be considered the bane of his peace and quiet. It didn't help that she had been on the train of 'Multiply me some Grandkids'. He was just surprised she didn't buy an entire billboard dedicated to just that singular phrase or thought anytime someone would pass by it. "When someone told me that life can be a pain I don't think they actually met the two of you at the same time and seen the kind of horrors you both inflict on my innocent psyche.

There could have been any possibility, he wasn't the sort to take many chances and often tried to have a plan for almost any situation he could give in the event of an escalating scenario. He hadn't survived the elements of the underworld by being careless and not prioritizing his own freedom and safety through any means plausible. This had been no different though it had also been more difficult to predict the kind of outcome when the individual could be unpredictable when faced against the person that caused such intense feelings within them. A small grin formed on his face feeling the pressure of her face pressed into his chest, the hint of red on her cheeks had only been viewable for a brief second before they disappeared amongst the cloth of his shirt. 

"Eh? You cheeky. . ." Marcus' eyes squinted accusingly at Gemini. As if he couldn't hear the hastened beat of her heart after hearing the phrase he'd spoken to her. Then a devilish grin laced as an expression, if that had been the cheeky game she wanted to play he suppose he could 'cheat' at it a bit. Lips sealed shut and his breathing leveled slowly while he sent out an ever sneaky message into her mind. 

'I love you.' Sometimes his Dhampir talents did have a bit of use to them that he hadn't mind abusing every now and then for the right reasons. 

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"Bah, I wouldn't be complaining if I just heard the occasional compliments. It's when you're surrounded by a bunch of intense emotion and it's all differing and trying to overtake each other, that it's really rough," Gem nodded, though in all honesty couldn't say she knew that it'd be like to hear actual thoughts. On the one hand, it seemed a little cool, but on the other there were just some things that you didn't want to know as well. Not that she hadn't been assaulted by the occasional inappropriate feelings that belonged to someone in random places before. There were reasons she avoided some kids' playgrounds where weird guys hung out on their own to watch.

"Layla is totally cool, and I'm not just saying that because she might be eavesdropping on us," As much as the older woman tended to give them some room, Gem was also very well aware that sometimes she did purposely try to be doing something that would allow her to listen in a little on their conversations. Probably in the hope of hearing something about them thinking about kids. Even that was one wagon that Gemini didn't think she was ready to jump onto, regardless of understanding why Layla was in a hurry for more. "And don't try to sell that 'innocence' stuff on me. I know very well just how not innocent you are," The young woman snorted quietly, but then allowed a quiet sigh to fall from her lips. She wasn't going to immediately feel all better, but at the least it seemed she was able to be a little like her usual self for a bit. Though, her usual self still relied on pushing down a lot of the more negative emotions most of the time. Something that was probably not the most healthy.

A small snicker escaped though, at his reaction to her words. She knew well enough that he would know what his words had done, those damn enhanced senses and all. But that didn't mean that Gemini couldn't still feign ignorant if she wanted to. She didn't exactly expect him to project the words mentally, though, which caused her lips to form a small smile as she kept her face hidden. She felt her heart jump a little, that stupid happy feeling that felt familiar, and yet something like a distant memory. However, she still shook her head a little and then spoke even louder.

"What was that? I still didn't hear you, Marcus! You're going to have to say it a whole lot louder... I'm too drunk!"

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Melbourne ☆ Investigative Journalist✩ Kaitore
27 year old Halfbreed Dhampir ☆ HE/HIM

"Ehehe, I can only imagine how scummy you end up feeling with the kind of emotions you'd get pelted with. Especially on the stronger side of things." His mind hadn't wandered to the place her did, rather he couldn't imagine the sheer amount of disgust she might end up feeling simply walking by a Strip club and the various emotions and urges that weren't even intended to be controlled by the original resonators. He wasn't in any better situation, when the surface thoughts of people were just too strong that they weren't even trying to keep them held down, it became like a downpour in his mind of things he'd want to escape with the swiftest of movements. 

Marcus snorted and narrowed his eyes. "Might be? She's practically a secret agent on loan." He was glad the woman didn't have the kind of senses that he held. That would be a nightmare all together, the last thing he needed had been his mother saying and asking 'I didn't hear enough bed bouncing last night, are you sure you're even working on a grandchild?' The thought alone caused him to groan and his hand rubbed the top of his forehead with the voice alone being left behind in its imaginary echo. "And she still won't let go the wanting to be grandparent bit. I'm about to buy her a cardboard cutout and just claim them as children." A grin shaped on his lips as he laughed lightly at Gemini's response of his claim to innocence. "So, what you're saying is you are the sole reason that I am -not- innocent? That's quite the claim that you're admitting there, Gemma.

"Oh. . . You little shit. . ." He playfully responded. The way that her heart thumped again had been enough of a sign that she'd been enjoying hearing it. Almost as if the selective hearing claim had been to get him to say it again equally as much as it had been for her to enjoy the feeling that it caused her to have. "Even when I say it that way, you're keeping up that charade, eh?" A smile greeted on his face one that had opted try and play more on how he knew of her personality, that one that sought to meet every challenged that had been offered to her.  

"Maybe I will. But I don't think you have it in you to stare me in the eyes while I say it. It's a shame. . . And I so wanted to say it again."

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"You really, really don't want to know," Gemini shook her head a little, and she was going to leave the topic of inappropriate emotions right there, because that was definitely something she did not want to get into with anyone. Especially right now when she was already recovering from her overload of her own emotions. She did have to chuckle though, at the idea of Layla being a secret agent, and she could absolutely picture it as well, and wondered if he ever questioned that on a more serious level. "How do you know she isn't? Maybe she's been both trying to improve her own health, as well as saving the world and all this time you had no idea," A faux gasp escaped as Gem covered her lips lightly, "The house could be bugged." She whispered then, before a small snicker escaped her. She winced a little at the mention of the grandparent thing though.

"Maybe we can just borrow someone else's kids for her for a day, and she can take them all out to do something and spoil them rotten," Gem chuckled softly with a small shake of her head. She somehow doubted that would satisfy the older woman, but there was still time yet. And who knew where they'd be in even a few months or a year, let alone whenever it was that anyone could consier having kids and expanding families. "Pfft, I'm saying that there's no way you could have claimed innocent when we first hooked up... ain't nothin' innocent about the things we did then, of which some required a little bit of experience. Just sayin'," The woman snorted quietly. However, the most fun was in getting Marcus to keep repeating his words, amusement making her chuckle.

"Charade? I'll have you know this is very serious business, drunken deafness," The young woman nodded, however her gaze narrowed as she lifted her head to look at him with the challenge. Oho, it was like that, was it? Her lips pursed then, as she did indeed look him in the eyes, as though daring him to go through with what he said he would, and declare it all louder. She knew Layla would probably be getting a large amount of amusement from her shenanigans, but in honesty Gemini didn't care so much about that. She was being a shit, but she also wanted to hear him say it loudly.

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