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Post by reagan on Sept 18, 2012 20:37:50 GMT -6
After years in what she considered captivity, Reagan was away from her captors, she was free. Not exactly, as they hadn't exactly given her up, but she was happy nonetheless. She was not dressed in the fine garments and jewels of her youth, and her hair was long and unkempt, so she was hardly recognized as royalty. This suited her just fine, she was in no rush to get back to her family and their castle. She was never a fan of being royal, but eventually she'd have to suck it up and take her place as princess.
The began twirling a ring on her left ring finger, as she walked down a small street, and she remembered: Marcus. The best friend from her childhood. He gave her that ring when they were children, and promised he would one day marry her. It wasn't exactly an engagement, but she still held that promise within her heart. "Does he even remember me?" she thought to herself. "Has he taken the hand of someone else in my absence?" The conclusion seemed very possible, they were only children when she was kidnapped, after all. It would be easy to fall in love with someone else after so many years.
She turned a corner into the view of a small park, where small children were running excitedly around bushes and wildflowers. This was the park where she and Marcus first met. The park where she had last seen him. She wondered if he ever thought of their time in this park, and once again if he ever remembered her at all. Reagan then spotted a man, blond, and tall, sitting on a nearby park bench. Reluctantly, she walked in his direction. Instictively, she thought that it was Marcus. When she was in within his hearing, she quietly said, "...Marc? Is that you?"
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Post by marcus on Sept 18, 2012 22:18:59 GMT -6
Marcus couldn't remember the last time he had been to this park. Ten years ago, this place had been a safe haven for him. A home away from home, as the one he actually lived in could hardly be considered a home. It had been gross and full of bad memories, none of which he wanted to look back upon. Though in recent events, he had been forced to confront them. After being harshly kicked out of the boarding school his older brother Tyrin had dumped him in, he'd been carted off to the Navy like some of science experiment gone horribly astray. Like for some reason, it was unusual for regular ol' humans to have powers. The regular fucking supes often had several, and they didn't need to be 'supervised' or 'kept for safe keeping' like they were some kind of prized gem. The white haired man frowned, kicking a couple of rocks. It was the Navy's fault he was in this mess. He fault awful, lying to his brother about his reason for being there. And even worse for being a narc. He was still trying to convince himself that in the long run, he was helping Tyrin. That by doing this shit, that he was helping pro-longing his brother's life. He wanted to believe it, truly.
This shit was hard to think about. It was hard on both his head and heart, both of which told him to just avoid the topic for as long as possible. Maybe he could somehow wriggle his way out of the deal. Give them the middle finger and just give up. There were no ties keeping him here anymore. They had all disappeared when Tyrin had left, and then Reagan Finnigan, his childhood friend, had vanished. At least he knew that Tyrin was alive, as he periodically wrote him from wherever he was.But Reagan? She had just completely disappeared out of the young man's life, like she had been taken. Being that she was royalty, there was always the idea that her folks had caught on to her sneaking out and befriending the 'commoners' and simply kept her from doing so. Or, perhaps she had been kidnapped? He didn't know for sure. After she had disappeared, Marcus had spent his free time looking for her, hoping that she'd magically turn up somehow. But after he had been booted out of boarding school for unintentionally murdering three of his fellow students and shipped off to the Navy, he hadn't had exactly a lot of time to look for her. Not that it hadn't kept him from trying just a little longer. That small beacon of hope that maybe, maybe she'd turn up again.
Because of course, she had promised him that she would marry him one day. How exactly could she do that if she wasn't here? Or if he couldn't find her? Marcus sighed, sitting on one of the park benches near the swing sets. He raked his white hair with his fingers, leaning back on the bench and looking up at the sky.It was later in the afternoon, so the children that were running around would be leaving soon. Soon it would be dark and it would be just like when they had been children. Sitting around on the playground equipment, talking and giggling as kids did. A small part of him wondered, if she was still alive, if she remembered the promise she had made him. Or if she still had that crappy, silver ring he had bought at a drug store near his old house. A few minutes went by, his thoughts quietly disturbed by a familiar voice. Marcus blinked and sat back in a sitting position, his arms and legs still spread out on the bench. His blue eyes widened. "....Reagan." a large, almost uncharacteristically sized grin spread across his face as the white haired man jumped to his feet. "It's you! You're alive!" he said, pulling her in for a long awaited hug.
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notes: told you I'd post. BD also, he didn't have the eye thing the last time she saw him. =w=
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Post by reagan on Sept 19, 2012 17:55:12 GMT -6
"Of course, it's me, and I'm fine." Well, not exactly, but she supposed Marcus didn't have to know at the moment that she wasn't completely fine. Reagan held him in the hug, and wasn't sure what to do, so she continued to hold him- or let him hold her, she wasn't sure. She never thought she'd see Marcus again, so she wanted to make up for the lost time. "Marc, I thought you'd forgotten me. I never thought I'd see you again." She really had thought that. She never imagined that the people holding her captive would make a slip-up and give her the opportunity to flee. Reagan had imagined being there forever. Now, she was almost content to eventually make her way back to her family, and taking the throne once she was ready, but having him back made her rethink things. New possibilities. Did she even want to be a princess again?
Reagan eyed her old, unconventional-looking ring, and wondered if Marcus remembered their promise. If he had married someone else, and if he was just greeting her as a long-lost friend. The engagement was still quite real in her eyes, and she supposed if he wanted they could still be married. Eventually. It wasn't exactly her first priority to make inquiries about a wedding date. She wanted to take it slow, rebuild. She was sure he probably wanted to know where she had been for all that time.
When she finally let go, she noticed a large scar across his eye. She had no idea what it was, and was quite sure that it was there before. "Um, Marc? What happened to your, erm, face?" She didn't want to be rude, but frankly, she was quite curious what that was about. Had he been in a fight? Did someone attack him? It almost looked like a burn, but it seemed unusual to have one so close one's face.
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Post by marcus on Nov 15, 2012 21:52:27 GMT -6
Marcus' heart soared. He couldn't believe that it was her- after all this time. He could feel his spirits being uplifted, which was something he hadn't really felt in the past few years. If there was one thing the white haired boy could agree on when the supes claimed the humans were weaker, it would be that they didn't have enough time in their lives to become accustomed to being lonely. Even though he was generally, kind of a cold asshole, Marcus didn't want to be alone. He enjoyed the silence for a little while, but soon enough, it acted more as a depressant than a relaxant. It was odd, how Reagan could automatically just make his day and mood improve. All she would have to do was flash a smile and be herself, and the next thing Marcus knew, it was smiling a little and had left his troubles behind, even if it was just for a little while.
This is what he had been missing in his life. Reagan was finally back. It was an occasion Marcus had often dreamed of, hoping that it could eventually come true. He was glad to see that she wasn't just another one of his broken dreams.
After a few more seconds of awkwardly aggressive hugging, Marcus detached himself from his old friend and slid a hand into his pocket, the other behind his head. "Like hell y'are.." he mumbled, hoping she wouldn't hear him. He didn't want her to have a reason to leave. "Me, forget you? No, I wouldn't ever, Rea." His grin retreated to a faint, melancholy smile. "Where've you been?" he inquired, his hand dropping from the back of his neck and his eyes dropping to the sidewalk. If she had just left or had been ordered to by her parents, she surely wouldn't have been here.. After all of this time. The only other thing that seemed to make sense was that she had been taken against her will. It would explain a lot, especially where the hell the strong Irish brogue had come from.
The white haired boy swallowed a dry gulp when asked about his eye. He didn't like to talk about it, he didn't even like to acknowledge it. Absently, Marcus covered his scarred eye with one of his hands and averted eye contact as much as possible. "Um.. A fight, at school." he nodded curtly, deciding it was probably best she know as little as possible about his literal fire power. He kicked a small pebble with his shoe and sighed quietly. It was nice to see that his social skills had improved some since his last encounter years ago with his wayward childhood friend.
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notes: eAe;;;;;;
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