DAMN, DAMN, DAMN.
Time had gotten away from him. Marcel basked within his self-loathing, sitting alone in that same chair in his dinning room table, with a glass of crystal that contained the only life source he could live off, if by chance he deprived himself of it, his life hung on a string. Darkness covered him just like a blanket would do, so he would feel its warmth, he liked it more than he could say because within that darkness it was his only protector, as that darkness held strong proactive arms, holding him close until the promised dawn. His only safe heaven. His only friend that never disappointed him, it never let him down. The darkness followed him everywhere.
Worry seemed to only do one thing as it ate, chipping away at the pieces that somehow still remained hopeful, strong and positive that everything would work out in the end. He forgot what having hope left like, the feeling itself felt strange, far too foreign to him. He didn't want to be hopeful, to have hope, the notion itself was only for weak-hearted, for the helpless who never could obtain what they wanted and he never wants to feel like his hands were tied, not again.
He gulped the remaining of his life source, giving him strength. Powerfulness pumped within his veins. He hated the fact that he liked its taste, he shouldn't but yet he did. 'It was all about survival and only survival.' The glass he held in his moisturised fingers, his nails forming wall without mortar. Screamed as its form slowly breaking the air suddenly rent by the sound of breaking glass, shattering completely in his hands. As he held the locket he'd once gave her, it was simple silver chain, one with the Celtic trinity shown by woven swirls, a symbol of his love to her, a promise. A promise he once broke.
Her face, her smile, her eyes never seemed to leave him alone, it kept replaying over and over within his mind, as the memories kept on dancing, they never stop. It was torture. She'd worn it each day of her life with their picture within, and were anyone to ask what it held within, she would simply say that is was locked. He was her secret and she was his. Yet her betrayal of their promise to each other had driven him further away from her.
Her voice haunted his dreams even though he hadn't seen her in centuries. He remembered the stupid things she always used to say, all those catch-phrases, 'what did they all mean anyway?' Marcel would find them annoying so often and she hurt him on purpose with that refined look of innocence she had. She'd pulled the wool over his eyes for years, telling tales of trauma and victimhood that never happened. Playing him like a puppet he was. He was the leading man of all her dramas until he glimpsed the curtains and the stage lights. He spotted the repetition of her themes, of her script, of Gabriel's script for her. Really, both of them should have diversified more. But still they haunt him in ways he can never explain, never shake. He gave her his heart for free, but that shouldn't have made it worthless, It was priceless. There's a difference.
How quickly her love for him had turned into hate, as if she didn't even fight it. She'd given into that negative emotion, as it swallowed her and poured acid into her soul. He fought for her, the reasons to be kind. He fought to keep himself empathic even as every terrible thing he had predicted came true, everything he thought had suddenly came true. It wasn't so much to what she had done but for him, the betrayal was more of that lack of willingness to fight the negative thoughts and think the best of him, to recall his should as it was when they'd laughed. And so, his heart still had only sweetness for the memories of who they were, for her, but he mostly hated the fact that no matter what she did to him, he would still forgive her a thousand times and a thousand times he would love her again and again. He was simply cursed, he so wished he could go back and change everything, to never having met her, never laying his eyes upon her for she is his greatest punishment.
But his moment of silence was once again interrupted, that heart ranching silence withered away as Titan enter through the doors before him, just meters away from him, with a grim expression within his features. Across the table Marcel sat, his eyes never leaving the locket that still remained within the grasp of his hand, never uttering a word. He simply wasn't in the mood, he never was in the mood. How could he when everything he hope and wished for was ripped away from him by force, he never wanted this life, he didn't asked for it.
"A bit dark don't you think? I see, you're still going through your Emo phase." Titan teased, watching Marcel with his hawk-like eyes, awaiting for him to give him the attention that he wanted but he only received silence.
"Don't you think you're past that point?" He pestered once more but Marcel still remain silent, focused on something else and unbothered. He knew well enough why he was here, Misha had sent him to retrieve Grayson, and Marcel knew well enough that Titan would've successfully succeed with his tasks even with his known dislike for Grayson.
"Oh come on now, you're not happy to see me? I have a present for you." He continued.
"I know, Titan." Marcel finally answering but he never looked his way, he just kept staring at the locket as if it was the most important thing in the world and in a way it was, to him at least.
"Don't you want to see?" Titan tilted his head to the side, almost mockingly. He defiantly didn't fear Marcel, why would he. They are brothers, he knew Marcel better than anyone.
"Could you for once stop mopping, it has been centuries-"
"Don't." Marcel cut off Titan's normal speech, he had heard it over a million times, far too many times and he wished he could do just that but somehow he wasn't able to. 'Does she ever find it this hard to coupe without him by her side? Or did she simply not even care about him?' he thought, all but a cruel thought, he betted he didn't even cross her mind, she must've just simply forgotten about him.
"Grayson's in his room." Titan simply said, he knew his brother was heart-broken, love does that to you and he knew well that betrayal sung deep, he knew that all too well but life goes on, right?
"I suggest you handle that for that time being." Titan continued in contrary to his brothers dismay.
"May I ask brother, how did you manage to get Grayson back here without him causing such a fuss about it?" He knew his brother but he was curious. Grayson, as much as Marcel denied it within his head Grayson had a dislike, actually it was more like 'hated his guts' was more the correct term, but no matter how much Grayson hated him, he couldn't help himself but care. He didn't want to but he had to, he was the only link he had.
"If I told you, I'd have to kill you." Marcel all but lifted his eyes to meet his brother's, as he raised his eyebrow at him but all he got was a shrug in return, as he turned to leave. But stopped just before the door, turning his head giving Marcel a look before he spoke once more, his finale words for the day, something Marcel had never wanted to happen, something he tried so hard to prevent but if it happened it would be a simple disaster for all of them. Mostly Grayson.
"By the way before I leave you to your self loathing, I just have to tell you this..." He paused for a few seconds before he continued, "Grayson found his mate." And with that he opened the same door he had come in, he had used it once again to leave. Leaving Marcel to suck in the new found information, 'found his mate?' He knew that this wasn't going to be good for either of them, not Grayson and defiantly not her, whoever she was.