gone are the nights of croquet and cabbage

[marius-abel wolffgang]

•Marius Abel Wolffgang•
even in the darkest forest fireflies are flickering

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The day had started rather uneventfully. Just like any other day was what it was feeling like. And it was only noon. It felt like he'd been awake for hours, or perhaps days, despite having woken up at a late ten am. His cat acted like an alarm though this particular morning she had come in his condo with a squirrel feast. A very Orion thing to do; bring him rodents from the neighborhood as gifts.

Most people would hate to wake up to his cat licking affectionately at his hand with a bloodied tongue. Abel didn't mind in the slightest, which was a bit on the morbid side. The Savannah aside the dismembered squirrel was the first thing he saw waking up that morning. It's small side torn open with some sort of organ spilled onto the ground. It's skull was rather crunched and a trail of blood marked Orion's path from the open window and across the ground to rest at the head of Abel's bed.

A routine in his household. He let Orion outside a few times a month. He was a hunter cat, half Bengal and half Serval. It was only right he let Orion do some hunting from time to time. Whether it be for himself or to give gifts to Abel it was part of the feline's nature. After two years of having Orion he was used to it. Though he felt bad for Orion; they no longer lived in a rodent infested area of town.

Marius remembered first moving to California and living in a run down apartment with enough rats and mice to feed all the cats in the world. Orion had had a hay day living there. He would leave several rodents at the head of Abel's bed as presents. The cat's way of saying "I love you and I was thinking about you". No one else seemed to mind the feline's hunting. They liked it. Opened their doors to the loyal and well trained kitty. Loyal and well trained large kitty. He was half Serval after all.

The routine to Abel's mornings was specific. He, despite having a maid who tidied his house every Tuesday, today, and Friday, removed the squirrel carcass and mopped up the blood. The reason he kept hard wood floors was Orion. Breakfast was next, a small meal of a bacon and pepper omelet, followed by a short shower. It didn't take him long to get ready after that. Five minutes to do his hair, consisting of throwing in some product and drying it so it laid straight in the front and spiked out wards at the back. His clothes were next, a pair of black jeans with a white belt and a black tee shirt with a pair of, you guessed it, black fingerless gloves. His wedding bang, hanging loosely off a long, silver chain, was thrown around his neck and his trench coat followed. His boots, the same pair he wore every day, were last.

Despite the threats of rain Marius liked walking. And besides, he didn't have the patients to weave his bike through the lunch time rush of traffic. It wasn't like a little water would hut either. The most it would do is ruin his lethargic attempts at styling his hair and possibly make his eye linger run. Big bloody deal.

With his iPod in he started walking down the busy streets toward Rodeo Drive. He had finally decided to part with some of his old clothes and pick up some new ones. He had the money to get someone else to do it, sure, but he preferred to do shopping for himself. It gave him time to think and observe rather than sit at home and do nothing. Fresh air could do him some good. As could some standard analytical and observatory hobbies of his.

He turned onto the drive decorated in people and highly expensive stores. You needed a grand just to get in some of these places. One of the reasons Marius was grateful for his parents. Okay, the only real reason. Having wealthy parents paid off, especially wealthy and over protective parents. They were still babying him and he was in another country. He wasn't about to complain, he had an endless supply of cash. No bills to pay. Nothing to worry about.

He turned sharply into a high end music store selling instruments of all kinds. Steve's Music Store seemed like a friendly environment but they meant business. Marius got all parts of his drum set personally made here and was planning on testing out the new one they had called him about. The store was rather empty this afternoon. Steve and his daughter Melody were there along with two other employees Abel didn't know by name. Those two didn't bother to look up from the work they were doing but Melody smiled and waved while Steve flashed him the "one minute" finger and rushed through the employees only door.

Half an hour later arrangements were made to have someone pick up the set. It was as close to perfect as Steve could get. the only errand of the day done in a mere half an hour. Now what? Mindless clothes shopping to hide that he was making mental notes on people's reactions and expressions.

So he turned out the door, glad to be out of that over crowded store, and turned into the streets just in time to be bumped into.

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[seth]

•Seth Ramses •

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Seth had been up for almost 24 hours now. She had just gotten into town and was observing her surroundings from the airport when she realized she had no idea where Abel was living or where she was going to stay. Worst case she would bunk at a hotel but she would have preferred to avoid that. She had a rolling suitcase with her for her necessities but for the most part she was going to buy everything fresh. It was easier than paying for the extra carry-on.

Seth had missed Abel over the past couple of years. She had remained in Germany when he moved over here. She had been a bit relieved at first till she realized how much she missed those cold eyes and that expressionless face. Wow—she made him sound way worse than he was!

A meow took her out of her mind and she looked down to see Apollo pawing at the edge of the cat carrier she was in. Apollo hated the carrier and could you blame the poor cat. Apollo probably missed Orion. Last time he had returned home Abel had brought the two cats and it seemed like forever ago—and it had only been a short visit. But Seth got to keep one of the cats. Well more like she repossessed the cat.

She found herself wandering aimlessly—unsure of where to find her childhood friend—and arranged Fiance. Her first impressions of California were pretty good. And since her citizenship had finally come to her in the mail she moved over here as soon as possible. She had been waiting the full year to surprise Abel—and she knew he wouldn’t like this surprise.

Seth wondered if she looked like she had just gotten out of bed. She had after all, slept on the plane. It had been a very long flight. Hours of in-flight movies and did those movies ever stink! Seth had found that nothing could entertain her time while she was up there. It had been a horrible experience. She liked it better when Abel came home to her—but this time she would be here to stay.

She popped in her ipod and let it shuffle through her songs as she walked—trying to ignore Apollo’s whining. She found herself in a shopping district, fortunately and she began a little clothes shopping. That and anything else she may need while she was here. Her daddy had left her plenty of money to work with at least.

Seth finally finished all her shopping and was finding her hands so full that she realized a room would have been a smarter way to start her time here. Too late really—she was tired by this point and wasn’t thinking straight. She should have made a to-do list on the plane through those hours of boredom. Walking along and hoping people would dodge her she hurried to find a nearby hotel to simply get a room and store her purchases for the moment. Also—Apolo was becoming a total nightmare with her crying meows.

That was when someone collided with her and her bags of clothes went sprawling everywhere. Seth sighed as she got back up and that was when she realized who it was. ”LIZZY!!!” she exclaimed throwing herself at him and giving a full hug before he could protest. ”Guess what!? The plane ride was awful—can we go to your place so I can sleep. I haven’t slept in over 24 hours and I really am running on empty. Oh! Can you help me with my bags—I can’t see when I try to carry them all. I don’t know how I managed it before!”

She didn’t give him time to respond really. But that was his problem not hers. She started collecting up the bags—starting with flipping Apollo’s carrier upright again and hearing a hiss from the ticked off cat. Her suitcase was sitting where she had let go of it luckily so it was just a few bags to clean up—most of them jam packed with clothes and other things—like make-up and hair products.

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[marius-abel wolffgang]

•Marius Abel Wolffgang•
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The fact that he had bumped into someone was a surprise to him. It was out of his character to pay little attention to his surroundings. He was much more observant toward things. Much neater with himself. Definitely not the type to just bump into someone. So it must have been this other person’s fault. He heard her before he saw her, eyes trailing slowly down to watch a familiar figure fling her arms around his neck and shoulders.

Usually Abel would protest to the nickname she had given him as kids but he could make an exception this one time. It had been a year since he had heard her call him that with such enthusiasm. And he had to say…He missed it. He would never admit to that though. His feelings for Seth were already set in his mind. He hated her. Well maybe his feelings weren’t that harsh but her certainly disliked the idea of her. And he strongly disliked the nickname Lizzy. His younger brother had picked up on it last time Abel was visiting Germany and had gotten a nice punch to the jaw for using it.

For a moment he paused, wondering what to do in return to her hug. Did he push her away like he wanted to do? No. That would upset her. So what did he do? He hated being hugged; his mind said push her away. But at the same time he liked feeling her there. No, this was wrong. His arms rested gently on her back, awkward and not really knowing where to be. His face expressed his awkward and uneasy feelings, gray-green eyes searching the crowd of people for answers he wouldn’t get. He was holding her as if she would break if he did any more than rest his palms on her back.

He let go when she started rambling and watched her. Looking at her as if he was seeing a ghost. What was she doing in California? He watched her talk, disbelief showing on his usually apathetic face. He actually didn’t mind her being here. He preferred it. He worried a lot about her well being in Germany. He wasn’t there to protect her. To take care of her.

He gave a light shake of his head as she finished her rambling, trying to get those protective and warm feelings for her out of his head. This was too wrong. He didn’t want to like her or care about her. He didn’t want her in his life. But at the same time he did. He liked her company and conversation but did he love her? His feelings for her were a mess to him. He didn’t understand what he felt for her. He didn’t want to understand either. He knew he felt something more than what he was allowing, that was for sure.

He remembered their last visit like it was yesterday. There had been so much chatter between the two of them. He had spent more time with her than with his family. And considering his last visit was for Manus’ birthday that was a bad thing to have done. His family didn’t seem to mind though. The charade that he was in love with her was believed by his parents. Not so much with hers though. Her mother, a very experience therapist, had seen his anti-social personality disorder before it could be officially diagnosed. He knew both her parents knew he was a sociopath but he worried that Seth knew. That Seth would see what he could become.

He didn’t want to be anything more than a sociopath. Someone who felt they were “emotionally divorced” from the world. Observing and mimicking human emotions rather than taking part in them. No relationships or love lives, just the necessities. He worried about him slipping into the stereotype that sociopath’s seemed to carve for their future generations. Psychopaths, murderers and serial killers. He didn’t want to be like that. He was content with where he was. And Seth was here ruining that. Or was she helping him go from content to happy?

She gave him no time to respond to her but he bent over to help with her bags none the less. His eyes trailed to the car carrier where Apollo, once his cat, was hissing aggressively. He shouldn’t be in there. Orion would love being able to see his sibling again. He had missed his companion. He stood up straight once he had all of her shopping bags separated neatly among his two hands and rose a brow at her as if he was insulted.

Showing the expressions that Seth knew were fake, though that was hardly the right word for them, was one of the very few things Abel did for her sake. He knew it bothered her to see him so emotionless so he “hammed it up” for her. He played the part of someone who cared to show he cared. A but of a contradiction but it was true. “Okay, so let me get this straight,” he started in a welcoming and rather content tone of voice.

“First you force me to marry you, then you drive me out of Germany und now you are stalking me und stealing my house?” he inquired with a sardonic raise of his brow and curl of his lips. He was smiling though. Or at least it looked like he was. He was glad she was here though and he was sure she could see that in him. She knew most of him. He had yet to actually tell her about his APD though. He didn’t really want to either. She probably knew anyway. “Why don’t I just get these dropped off and we can talk a little more? Catch up?” he offered. He could see the driver he hardly used down at the lights to pick up the drum set. Why not just get both things dropped off? He was in too good of a mood to go inside and wait for her to wake up. She could sleep rather late at times and he was enjoying being outside right now. He was hungry as well.

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[seth]

•Seth Ramses •

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Seth didn’t really care how many times Abel objected to her nickname for him. She still used it every time. However, today she didn’t notice his lack of protest. Lizzy was a name only Seth could use for him. She loved that! Not even Abel’s brother was welcome to use that name so she used it proudly—mostly because he didn’t pound her for using it and instead only protested a little.

She had missed him and was simply happy to be around him again. Though most people would think she was just there to order him around with her stuff half the time. She enjoyed their mini conflicts. Especially since she found out him arguing back was a sign of caring. At least she took it that way

Seth had hated Abel to begin with. He had ruined her fantasies of a happy marriage with her prince charming. She had wanted a fairy tail wedding and instead she got an anti-social jerk. However, as she slowly came to understand him Seth found herself caring about him as a friend. And even that developed a bit. She would never tell him though—she guessed her coming on to him from time to time had made that obvious enough. He knew that she at least wanted him physically.

Seth didn’t know the diagnostic for Abel. She didn’t know that his circumstance was more than normal detachment socially. She also had no worries for what he could become because of her lack of knowledge on the topic. Truth be told—if she did know she probably wouldn’t have cared. Seth never cared much for what could be and focused on the now. She had changed that when she realized that her arranged marriage might actually turn out to be alright.

Seth was pleased to see he was willing to help her collect her bags. Seth spared only a glance for Apollo. She did feel bad for the cat but honestly—what could she do? The poor thing would run off after some rodent if she didn’t keep him in the cat carrier. Her eyes skimmed over her bags in his hands and then up to his handsome face. She smirked at the fake expression there.

Those fake expressions were not something he did for just anybody. Seth knew he cared because of those fake expressions. His lack of facial movement and emotional tones in his voice weirded her out. He showed he cared at least a bit by faking them for her. Sure she knew they were fake—but they had to have some feeling in them for him to know what to feel and when. She would never say this—but she felt like that was the case. And it made her feel better about it so she could except it.

”No! Our parents forced you to marry me—though I guess I had my part in driving you out of Germany…And I am not stalking you that was an accident. For the moment I am borrowing your house because I am tired. Either that or you listen to me complain for hours about the crappy hotel I get checked into. Your choice!” Really—she could check herself into a five star hotel and complain about it. She just wanted to have him around. Seth hated being on her own or feeling like she was on her own. Best of all—she needed to know where he lived so he had no where to escape to.

She decided to save her news for after. It didn’t matter for the moment. She would tell him after she got comfortable in his house. That way he couldn’t turn her down as easily. She would show him the citizenship papers and a smile. Hopefully he wouldn’t kick her to the curb. Not that he would really get that option if she got her say.

Seth paused to protest and then heard her own stomach go off. She glanced down and back up at him. ”Fine, but we get food. Oh! And whoever is dropping the stuff off lets Apollo out. He has been dreadfully moody. He has been in that carrier for hours and isn’t happy about it.” She didn’t mention that he had probably pooped or peed in the carrier at some point or another. The poor thing was sitting in its own waste. She made note to get him some cat treats---OH and cat food—and kitty litter. And she had to replace his dead mouse toy.—she needed a pet store! ”And I need to visit a pet store,” she added as an after thought.

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[marius-abel wolffgang]

•Marius Abel Wolffgang•
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The thoughts buzzing around in Abel's mind were conflicting and contradicting. He couldn't help but feel so much when he saw her. When he felt her hugging him. He wanted more than a hug but at the same time he didn't. His self control kicked in, shaking away the twinge of lust he felt for her.

Seth had always been the one to come on to him since he never would. So he knew that her feelings for him were stronger than a simple friendship. Hell, last time he visited Germany she had practically thrown her naked body on him and stripped him down. You can bet it was a bit awkward on his side but she didn't seem to care. Her father most certainly did though. Which brought up a good point: why did father's always blame the guy? Seth was on top of him and admitted to coming onto Abel yet Abel gets the punishment. Some people just didn't make sense to him.

He was trying to feel indifferent. Trying to make himself dislike her and dislike that she was there with him. But he didn't. He couldn't. He wanted to talk to her and share her company. Not shoo her away like his mind was telling him to do. His concern for her well being was over ruling any other thoughts and feelings he had though.

He was grateful for how well Seth could read her but afraid of that all at the same time. He liked that he didn't have to explain things to her; that she understood his expressions and habits. He almost felt bad for not sharing those feelings. Since he denied any intimate feelings he had for her. He really should figure out his feelings, especially now that she was here.

When it came to showing how he felt Abel didn't. He didn't think it necessary to burden people with his thoughts and feelings. That and he was sure no one would be able to fully understand them. He felt a bit alone in that sense though he liked that Seth could accept how he was. His parents hadn't, especially after Makael's death. He could sense how afraid they were when they noticed the lack of grief their son had for his brother. Manus had been upset for quite some time and of course so had his parents. He had showed no signs of the smallest change.

He had started his fake expressions not long after Makael died actually. More to fit in at first but now he did them for Seth. It was no doubt uncomfortable to be around someone who had the same expression on all the time. He did feel the things he tried to mimic though vaguely for the most part.

"Close enough," he shrugged with a roll of his eyes. "Manus was the main reason though," he informed her. Abel highly disliked his younger brother. He followed Abel around at all times of day and stuck his nose where it didn't belong. He was often the target of Abel's aggression when he was at home.

"I'm sure it was," he said with a sarcastic smirk and a light shake of his head. "you can live with me if you'd like. It's a condo; too big for just me and Orion," he offered with another shrug. Wow, did that ever feel out of character. "Seth, you could be in a palace and still find something worthy of complaining about," he informed her in a rather icy tone of voice. It wasn't directed to her though, it was directed at the man eyeing her.

Just as she mentioned sending Apollo with her stuff his car pulled up. A black Lamborghini Murcielago; he had told the driver to pick the first one he saw. The man, a tall and rather broadly built fellow in his mid to late forties stepped out of the drivers seat, popped the trunk and walked over to them with a friendly smile and light bow of his head. The man's dirty brown hair was graying and his suit was nice and neat as it usually was.

Abel simply handed the bags over to the man, who took with with another bow of his head and placed them in the trunk very carefully. As if they'd shatter. He walked over then looked down at the cat carrier. "Shall I take him as well?" he inquired casually. "Let him out and ask Mara to clean the carrier please. Danka George, her suitcase as well please," he said, turning from the man to Seth.

"Okay but what would you need at the pet store that I won't already have?" he asked with a raised brow, sounding a bit conceited. By now George had driven off with the shopping bags, suit case and cat carrier. "Und why are you in California? It doesn't seem like something your parents would do, especially since I'm here." Abel had this idea in his head that her parents hated him.

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[seth]

•Seth Ramses •

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Seth wasn’t thinking of Abel physically right now—but more so mentally. She did remember times where the two had been very physical, but it was always her instigating. She found it amusing that no matter how many times she told her father she came on to him, her father blamed Abel. Something about horny teenage boys. Seth wasn’t about to do something that she knew Abel didn’t want. So really—she made sure he was okay before doing anything. Not that he would tell anyone the same story.

She didn’t know how he actually felt but he did want her physically…at least a little bit. Which told her that he did want her. Even if it was a shallow way of looking at it. Seth knew he cared but she was never sure if he loved her or cared for her as more than a friend—or as a sex partner. It was frustrating sometimes but she could live with that. It worked for her—and she figured it must work for him or he wouldn’t tolerate her like he did. Then again, he did move to the states and out of Germany. He might be more than joking about his fleeing from her. She pushed it from her mind. Seth liked to think Positive.

Seth wondered if Abel would ever get over his anti-social nature and show her more than that cold face and fake expressions. But worse, she was afraid that when he did she would miss the expressions all together. She hoped one day he might show her more than that stone face. Of course it seemed unlikely but really what could she do about it. She kept trying and that was what mattered. She was already stuck in this with emotions and force.

Abel was like a rock. Even when his brother had died he had no signs of grief. It was weird and frightening. She couldn’t imagine how his family had felt. At the same time, Seth knew he was handling things his own way. But sometimes she wondered if he had even really cared at all. Just like whether he cared about her or not…its was spooky.

She remembered the first time he had faked and expression. It had been a little more relaxing than when he kept the cold stone face. Even though she knew it was completely fake. But she figured he had to feel something to express something. Even if it was so fake that even a blind person could see it. Or so she liked to think.

”Can’t blame you there,” she giggled. Happy that he didn’t find her responsible at all. She didn’t like his younger brother much. That damn kid was such a pain in the butt. He never left the two of them alone. He was like the younger brother she didn’t have and she preferred that she keep living without one. Even one who assumed the position. True, he was following Abel not her. But all the same it was annoying.

She smiled for him as he said she could live with him. He didn’t know just how permanent that would become. ”Kay!!—and Yes I could! I mean Palaces are just too big. Even if the kitchen is right next door you have to walk a mile to find it.” She gave a humoured grin. She tried to ignore the fact that his offer was out of character. Instead she was just happy that he wanted her around. Again, that warm secure feeling creeped in and she hoped it stayed.

The car immediately caught Seth’s attention. She looked it over a moment and was pleased enough with it. He would have to driver her places though. She wasn’t about to try driving a car with the drivers seat on the wrong side. Seth was pleased with the driver’s care when he placed her bags away. Good! He valued her stuff! Seth paused and glanced down at Apollo who was now hissing so loudly that he was drawing attention to them. Or that could have been the car…

Seth passed him the carrier and pulled her purse off of the top of her suitcase so he could take that as well. She didn’t find the ordering of others around unusual. She was used to it at home. ”Danke!” she added. Abel’s thanks would have been enough but it felt wrong not to say thank you.

She turned back to Abel. ”A strong and durable cat toy…a mouse of sorts. I don’t want all the presents he likes to give me. This way he keeps giving me the mouse toy and I can keep placing it where he can find it. Works at home—wish I had brought the one I had there. Although—I have to change it up from time to time or he starts to figure out that it smells the same as the last one.” She laughed.

Seth paused and glanced around a moment as he asked why she was in California. ”Well, I am visiting. I told dad I wouldn’t stop complaining till he let me come. And I kept to the complaining for three months. He finally gave in.” Actually she just jumped around the truth. She had complained for three months…a year ago. And he had given in. So here she was. She needed to see the house before she told him she was staying. ”Not entirely sure how long I want to stay though.” She added as an after thought.

Seth knew Abel seemed to think her parents had something against him. But honestly, they wouldn’t leave her engaged to him if they didn’t like him. Hell, she knew that Chaia liked the match. He just liked to poke fun at Abel because he didn’t show a response. She wasn’t sure what her mother thought on the matter but she seemed content with the arrangement.

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[marius-abel wolffgang]

•Marius Abel Wolffgang•
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Abel would never admit it allowed but he was completely confused when it came to Seth. He felt like he couldn't let her get close. That if he cared about her he would only end up hurting her. He didn't like the idea of causing Seth any kind of pain so he kept himself distant. Sure, he was distant from people in general but more so with her. He tried to keep her away though it had stopped working long ago.

He could accept that she would be in his life no matter what happened with their engagement. But for some reason he couldn't accept that he did, in fact, have romantic feelings for her. That he thought of her as more than just a friend or someone to have sex with. Not like the sex mattered to him though. Sure, it was nice when he got it but he didn't really care for physical intimacy much. He probably wouldn't mind going his entire life without it.

In truth Seth's positive outlook on things was very helpful to him. Yet another thing he wouldn't admit to though he was sure she had a feeling he felt that way. He liked to look to Seth's optimistic views to find his own. To try and find the good in things like she could. It was hard for him to understand though. some things he just saw as bad. He couldn't see them as anything else. Like Manus for example. He was such a pesky little runt...

There were times when Abel loved how anti-social and detached he was but with Seth he often questioned his strongly held beliefs. He couldn't help but wonder if the parts of himself he had been so sure about were fake. Like the expressions he tried to mimic. And really they weren't fake expressions and emotions, it was more like he was showing the feelings he held back. He

Abel was like a rock. Even when his brother had died he had no signs of grief. It was weird and frightening. She couldn’t imagine how his family had felt. At the same time, Seth knew he was handling things his own way. But sometimes she wondered if he had even really cared at all. Just like whether he cared about her or not…its was spooky.

He gave her a simple shrug with no other sort of reply. There was nothing to really respond with in that topic. "True," he replied simply. The section of bleached blond hair that was in his face was starting to get annoying. He was surprised she hadn't said anything about it, since his hair was still his natural color last year. He had only had one tattoo then too. She'd be surprised next time she went to come onto him.

He gave her a nod, his hair falling out of his way thankfully. "Don't worry about those while you're here. If I don't clean them first Mara will. Though I'm sure she is as sick of them as you are," he offered. "You'll get gifts from Orion too no doubt," he added with a proud smirk. "Makes sense though."

He couldn't help but let his proud smirk grow a bit. He liked to mess with Mr. Ramses and this was an indirect way of doing so. He could definitely see the scenario though. Seth begging to visit with Mr. Ramses refusing. "Good going," he said, meaning it entirely. "Stay as long as you like. Or until your father comes to "rescue" you," he offered with a shrug. Wait? Was he showing he cared. Obviously showing it? He must be sick. "Let's get walking," he commented after the car pulled away.

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[seth]

•Seth Ramses •

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If Seth could hear Abel’s thoughts she would be awake for another 48 hours partying non-stop and on the border of dementia. She wasn’t sure if he actually cares for her at all romantically. She always had to start everything and she assumed that was because he didn’t care about her that way. And really, she didn’t think on it too much. In fact she tried to avoid thinking about it at all. It was easier that way. Rather than second guess what is wrong with you to the one you care about it was easier to accept that they care at little bit and go with that.

Seth knew that Abel fed off of her optimism. He was able to think more positively because of her and her way of thinking. He was always so negative before, now he had moments where he gave positives and negatives. It was a good balance. It was much better than the drab personality he had before hand. So what if she had to be there for those changes to show up—she was fine with that.

Seth saw Abel like a sponge. He soaked up the emotions around him and gave them back, while trying to keep his own in tact and away from peering eyes. His emotions were the little foam pockets in the middle of the sponge, everyone else’s were the water. Seth just hoped hers were more like soap—next to impossible to completely wash out.

She smirked triumphantly as he agreed with her about the Palaces. Seth hadn’t really noticed his hair too much and when she had she didn’t say anything. She would tackle him for it later…or when she couldn’t contain herself anymore. Maybe before bed tonight…hehe. Oh how she had missed him.

Seth nodded, ”Alright, I just hope Orion doesn’t teach him any new tricks!” She didn’t bother asking who Mara was. She assumed Mara was a maid or cleaning lady for Abel. She had plenty of those at home. She gave a disgusted look at the idea of presents from both Orion and Apollo.

Seth felt intense satisfaction at the smirk on his features as she told him about her dad. It made her feel really good. She always wanted to have Abel’s approval. Her dads didn’t matter much to her anymore. And her mother supported her no matter what she did…as long as she put it past her first. Not that it mattered much now that she was here! ”Danke!” Her tone clearly told him she was pleased with herself.

She smiled at his remark and started walking. Okay, now was probably the best time. ”I hope you meant that…about staying as long as I like. Cause daddy won’t be coming to rescue me. I am here for University. I applied and was accepted…so I am here till I have at least graduated.” She watched his face for a reaction. She was hoping it wouldn’t be a problem. ”I was afraid you wouldn’t take me back to your house if you knew I was staying for at least four years. I had to wait a year for my citizenship to come in though. So, now I am a US citizen!” Now she really hoped he didn’t turn her away. That would be very upsetting…not to mention she would have to retrieve her things and all the trouble it would cause.

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[marius-abel wolffgang]

•Marius Abel Wolffgang•
even in the darkest forest fireflies are flickering

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In some aspects he considered himself dangerous. Not in a physical way but mentally. He didn't know how to deal with people on a social level. He didn't understand how the mind worked. He guessed at everything. He had to be careful when it came to Seth because of his "emotional divorce" from people. He was more inclined to do damage than any good as far as he was concerned.

That didn't stop him from attempting a connection with her though. He wanted to care for her like she did for him. He wanted to feel for her what his parents felt for one another. So be madly in love with her and think of no one else when they were apart. Very sappy, yes, but also very true. He cared about her he just didn't know to what extent.

A lot of the things Abel said to her was to humor her. Like agreeing with her palace comment. He liked to see her happy and that was the easiest way he had found to do that. Agree with things like that. Comply when she asked for his help, have sex when she came on to him. This was making it sound a lot worse than it really was...

"Unlikely that he won't," he chuckled proudly. He was walking at a slower pace, taking into consideration that she was tired and probably a bit soar. He was used to adjusting to her pace like he was now. It probably looked a bit like he was whipped form the outside. Him carrying all of her bags like he was. Not like he really cared what people thought of him.

"I can't guarantee anything," he added with a light chuckle. He couldn't help that Orion was a hunter. And Apollo was likely the same way. And who was Abel to change who his felines were? It would be like asking Seth to stop being a girl. Just rude. "You're welcome," he said with an indifferent shrug.

He actually wasn't surprised about what Seth said. About staying in California for university. He had learned to expect more than what she said the first time around. There was always more when it came to her. "Why wouldn't I? I don't mind you staying. Have you already forgotten the four years I lived with you?" he told her. After Makaeal's death he couldn't take the tension at home. He spent a lot of time with Seth at her house rather than with his grieving parents and little brother. He had unofficially moved in with Seth.

"Congratulations on your acceptance and your citizenship," he said with a small smile. Another one of those fake expressions he did in attempts to comfort her. "You think you'd stay in America after graduating?" he inquired casually. Making conversation was easy with Seth.

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•Seth Ramses •

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Seth could remember many times where Abel had caused offence or had simply ticked her off. But everyone did that so what was the issue? She didn’t care about his little slips as long as he dealt with them instead of letting the sit. If he apologized or made up for it in his own way then who was she to hold it against him. She was only arranged to live with him the rest of her life!

Seth would describer her feelings for Abel as sudden and unexpected. She had not expected to love him. Not that she was quite head over heels. More like she was not in-love with him but she loved him. At least for the moment. She needed something to show he loved her before she could continue to let her feelings develop. At the moment it didn’t feel like that would ever happen though.

Seth knew he cared though. He faked paying attention sometimes and other times he helped her out without protest. His light humour didn’t hurt her at all when it could sound insulting to others. Not to mention he was a little more accommodating with her than with anyone else. How many people could honestly claim Abel was nice to them. He was usually apathetic toward them. But Seth could see that he did treat her differently. But she still wasn’t sure if that was as more than just friends.

Seth sighed dramatically. She knew that Orion would further corrupt her cat while she was here. But what could she do. It was already far too late. Orion was the kind of cat you tried to keep your cat away from. Like trying to keep your kid away from those Marilyn Manson worshippers. It was obvious they meant trouble, but there was nothing you could do about it. It was obvious Orion meant trouble, but there was nothing she could do about it.

Seth would be lying if she claimed that his response didn’t make her giddy. He had said he wouldn’t mind but more than that. He had said it as if it was obvious which meant it was not only final but he wanted her there. She hadn’t forgotten those years he spent living with her family. Well—kinda. You could call it bumming if you looked at it the right way. There were many things you could call it.

”I haven’t forgotten…how could I? You were there constantly” She said it in a tone of mock annoyance. She loved having him there all the time. In fact it was better for them both. Abel’s family didn’t understand him—hers did. Then again, Seth’s mother, Miyu, was a psychiatrist after all. It was her job to understand people. ”But more importantly how many times did dad chase you out of the house because of what I did…” she giggled to herself in pure amusement.

Her father wanted them together but not in a bed together. The times he had caught them it was no surprise he would have a fit. Claim Abel wasn’t allowed in any part of the house but the living room and all that. But honestly, everyone knew Miyu was the boss of the house. So Seth would just override him with Miyu’s executive decisions.

”Thank you!” Seth loved that smile, even if it was fake. In fact that was why she loved it. Because he faked it for her. Just for her. Of course, she always hoped that one day he would give her a real smile. Just for her. ”I don’t know. Going home is always a possibility. I don’t even know if I like it here yet. I mean, all I have done is shop and I can do that anywhere for long periods of time.” That was an understatement!

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[marius-abel wolffgang]

•Marius Abel Wolffgang•
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Yet another thing that only confused Abel further was his feelings when he insulted or offended Seth. He rarely ever felt bad for it. A lot of the times he didn’t really mind that he had caused her some sort of offense and didn’t see why it was such a big deal. She didn’t really seem to mind though. It frustrated him a little bit at times though. Why didn’t she care that he had insulted her? He just couldn’t wrap his head around certain concepts when it came to people.

In all honesty he had expected Seth to be some misshapen girl who fit the stereotype of girls. When he first met her, which was sometime between ages six and eight, he had this image of a girl in a frilly pink princess dress asking him to play dolls together. That certainly wasn’t what eh got and it was a bit of a relief. It made it hard to handle what he did get though. Seth could be considered a tomboy even if she did have those overly girly habits and traits. She was in the middle of the two extremes really. One would think that made it easier to cope with but for Abel it made things difficult. Which extreme should he pay attention to more? Which traits mattered most when he was calculating his responses?

At times he thought his affectionate feelings for Seth were all in his head. That they were both imagining them because of the idea of an arranged marriage. Maybe they both thought they had to love the other. That they couldn’t get out of the engagement no matter what happened. He knew that wasn’t true That there was, indeed, an escape rout. It was actually very comforting to think that his infatuation with her was in his head despite knowing that to be untrue.

But he knew that was a lie. That he did, in fact, have stronger feelings for her than he would ever want. And her feelings weren’t in her head. It didn’t’ stop him from worrying about it though. He had to give a mental shake of his head as he thought of these things. The feelings he had for her and why they were there. He didn’t want to thin of that. Just focus on her being here.

The corners of his mouth twitched a bit in a real smile. Or as close as he could get. Her dramatic sigh as the thought of Orion corrupting his cat was just like Seth. She should have expected nothing less though. Abel had already corrupted the Savannah before Seth had repossessed him. He had only continued to further damage Orion’s feline mind after coming back from his visit to Germany.

“No one was complaining and the only time I got kicked out was when you seduced me and your father caught us. Of course I would be there constantly. It was much better than having Manus around,” he explained in a tone that said he didn’t really matter where he was so long as he had her company. But in his way of saying something like that; not in the Hollywood way. He pretended to scowl as if he was insulted or angry, which wasn’t that hard for him. “Often. You are such a seductress,” he jested, letting the scowl fade away as he walked.

The memory of Mr. Ramses’ shocked face brought a triumphant smirk to his lips. He seemed to have a little sparkle in his eyes with his amusement and smug thoughts. The idea of beating Seth’s father at his own game was satisfying. And that was what it had been. Getting caught with Seth on top of him hadn’t been planned but it wasn’t something he was regretting. Mr. Ramses’ reaction had been hilarious and completely worth it. Especially when Dr. Ramses over ruled her husbands idea of a punishment.

“you’re welcome,” he said as the last trace of his smug smirk faded. “It’s not so bad when you get past the buzzards,” he informed her, gesturing to a man who was obviously with the paparazzi. “They can get rather irritating though they are interesting to observe,” he added.

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