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</div><b>Name:</b>Marcus Heidrich<br/><b>Age:</b>28<br/><b>Sexuality:</b>Heterosexual<br/><b>Hometown:</b>München, Germany<br/><b>Date/Time:</b>Monday, 5th of July 2021, late evening.<br/><b>Location:</b>Hanging garden<br/><b>Wearing:</b><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fm.media-amazon.com%2Fimages%2FI%2F518brJg99nL._AC_UX522_.jpg&amp;hash=be10909907abe7d4a9412b4a4f8c1d33" href="https://m.media-amazon.com/images/I/518brJg99nL._AC_UX522_.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Black shirt</a>,<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fae01.alicdn.com%2Fkf%2FHTB19QnTa.vrK1RjSspcq6zzSXXas%2FEnjeolon-2020-New-Mens-Jeans-Brand-Black-Jeans-Men-Fashion-Long-Trousers-Mens-Denim-Jeans-Pants.jpg_Q90.jpg_.webp&amp;hash=091131b330a30f756a015040ab209409" href="https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB19QnTa.vrK1RjSspcq6zzSXXas/Enjeolon-2020-New-Mens-Jeans-Brand-Black-Jeans-Men-Fashion-Long-Trousers-Mens-Denim-Jeans-Pants.jpg_Q90.jpg_.webp" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">jeans</a>and<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fcf.shopee.com.my%2Ffile%2F642a59fe7b92e72497ce903c6925e3fe&amp;hash=df453266abb80c738b41c2acc0434b98" href="https://cf.shopee.com.my/file/642a59fe7b92e72497ce903c6925e3fe" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">sneakers</a>, couple of<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2F5.imimg.com%2Fdata5%2FHU%2FGU%2FGI%2FSELLER-13661997%2Fdesigner-92-5-sterling-silver-ring-for-men-500x500.jpg&amp;hash=85fc90e9f96ed88d078e66a0adc80354" href="https://5.imimg.com/data5/HU/GU/GI/SELLER-13661997/designer-92-5-sterling-silver-ring-for-men-500x500.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">silver</a><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.ebayimg.com%2Fimages%2Fg%2F6rYAAOSwdrdcFJWr%2Fs-l300.jpg&amp;hash=4e6b9afcaba2b21d53196fa04c3763fd" href="https://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/6rYAAOSwdrdcFJWr/s-l300.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">rings</a>,<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fcdn.notonthehighstreet.com%2Ffs%2F55%2Fa0%2Fe869-d078-4be2-81dc-3dfa4d2e1323%2Foriginal_personalised-men-s-silver-cross-pendant.jpg&amp;hash=b77221478532def9c6fba8a42060d837" href="https://cdn.notonthehighstreet.com/fs/55/a0/e869-d078-4be2-81dc-3dfa4d2e1323/original_personalised-men-s-silver-cross-pendant.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">necklace</a><br/><b>Coupled With:</b>Grace<br/><b>Tagging:</b>Claire (<a class="username" data-user-id="3317" data-username="Mehlia" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/3317/">Mehlia</a>), mentioned Daniel (<a class="username" data-user-id="2019" data-username="Mellifluous" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2019/">Mellifluous</a>), Victor (<a class="username" data-user-id="5510" data-username="TopNotch" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5510/">TopNotch</a>)<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><div style="text-align: justify"><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"There are many attributes I would attach to you." Marcus replied with a smile "Shallow does not belong among them."</span> Admittedly, he felt a bit guilty about it. Her words were heartening and the worm of doubt inside his head had become quiet. If she said that she was here by her own volition, then he would not question it. The chuckle that followed her explanation of him trying to get rid of her, was amusing, if but a bit painful <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Rid of you? I had a whole speech prepared just to keep you around for an extra minute or two."</span> His fingers, still inside pockets, pressed just bit tighter against his outer thighs. Even this, the short conversation felt infinitely more pleasant than almost all he led up to this point.<br/>
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But then she did the last thing he expected her to do. For a moment he was convinced that Claire propped herself on her to tease him, maybe give him a bit of false hope before pulling away. That was what his mind, still in an overclock mode, was prepared to respond to... right up until she fried every circuit inside his head. His eyes widened, his fingers went numb and every nerve inside his body suddenly sent every possible alert it could conjure, from danger to elation, from fear to relief... and his lips moved ever so slightly, tilting forward just to prolong this moment, as brief as the creation of the universe, a bit longer. A few more moments were required after the kiss had ended for him to comprehend the meaning of this moment. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"That... ummm..."</span> he paused, pressing his lips together, unplagued by any guilt that he wished to have that feeling last for a bit more. For a man who had a plan, who always wanted to be prepared for any circumstances that may come to pass, she caught him completely off-guard... and for all the stoic facade that was almost palpable in his presence, every emotion that he felt, at that moment, became far too easy to read from his face. And right now, his heart was beating like a drum in his ear.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Sorry..."</span> he paused then shook his head <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"No, no, not sorry... I..."</span> he finally managed to collect himself and look at her with his usual determination and composure <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"I wanted... for you to know something. That whole speech I mentioned... I had a lot of time to think about some things and... after talking with Daniel and Victor I... just came to realize some things. The reason I came to this place was to win and get the prize. You have to understand, all this time I had this logic of mine... that if I work hard and dedicate my life I can set everything in motion... and by the time I am forty I can start living this life. Everything was set, every year planned, every day was work, work, work, arbeit, arbeit, arbeit (work, work work)... and then I came here for that injection to, push me forward to my goal..."<br/>
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He made a small pause, pulling his hands out of his pocket. With every word, there was a bit more clarity in his head, though that clarity was constantly at odds with the very vivid memory of her lips. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"But I became envious... I watched relationships form and crash, hearts broken and mended, everyone was moving while I was being still... idle... waiting for something, a moment or a signal to get me out of that rotten mire of stagnation. As Americans say, screw the prize. There will be other ways to earn money... I think right now I just want to live and-"</span> His lips stopped moving, his eyes were fixed upon hers and he looked like he was locked in that moment. That or he was having a stroke...<br/>
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He was being a fool, blinded by his own delusions of what it means to actually be alive. Forty years... was that the point he was waiting for? An imaginary point in time after which he will start to enjoy what was around him? And what until then? Will he ignore the bitter sting of heartache and the sweet delight of a kiss? His eyes moved away from her gaze and he looked around the villa once more. Those whom he saw were the people who gripped their own lives firmly, and whether they emerged as victors or not, they were moving. He said that tomorrow he would turn that new leaf... But tomorrow is far too late.<br/>
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The world became clear.<br/>
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His were soft, his eyes looked at hers once more and he tasted that one, terrible illusion of hope <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"I don't know if I am the most interesting guy you will meet here... But I know that right now, I would rather ask for forgiveness than for permission. So, forgive me."</span><br/>
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Marcus stopped talking and pushed himself from the wall and stood right in front of her, showing the difference in height. The light of the lamp cast a shadow upon him, obscuring the better part of his visage, though the reflection in his eyes was clear. And still, his heart was beating fast, numbing him to any and all existence that was beyond this very small circle around him. He placed his hands upon Claire's cheeks and leaned down, catching her lips with his own... and from the very first moment, he removed any notion of this being shy or innocent, for soon he deepened it, brushing against her soft kiss with wild intent, letting her feel still minty taste of his tongue. By the time he trapped her upper lip between his, her back was already against the wall... and it was there that he broke the kiss, waiting to see what madness he might have conjured.​</div>