{ Y o u r } love is mine for the { T a k i n g }
{ M y } love is, just waiting to turn your tears to { R o s e s }
{ I } will be the one thats gonna hold { Y o u }
{ I } will be the one that your run { T o }
{ M y } love is a burning consuming { F i r e }
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
{ N o ! } you'll never be { A l o n e }
{ W h e n } darkness comes, i'll light the night with { S t a r s}
{ H e a r } the whispers in the { D a r k }
{ N o ! } you'll never be { A l o n e }
{ W h e n } darkness comes, you know im never { F a r }
{ H e a r } the whispers in the { D a r k } . . .
• { H e a r } the whispers in the { D a r k } •
- The light clicking of small heeled shoes and excess fabric dragging along the hard oak flooring echoed though the rather spacious room, as the young golden haired child maneuvered as quickly and stealthily as her short legs and seemingly oversized gown allowed her to. She made quick haste in attempting to find the utmost brilliant way in concealing her self in and or behind what ever gave her the best prospect to the door that was on the other half of the room beside the extravagant canopy bed that seemed to the main furniture piece that brought the decor with the room around, as a reminder that this was someone’ bedroom rather then a place that people would normally lounge in. Since centered in the room was what appeared to be a coffee table and on either side were two utmost welcoming sofa’s. Somewhere the owner of such a room did bring his guests to hang around with him and discuss matters that were apparently important between the two. Either way, the young girl within this familiar territory, so it seemed, spent little to no time dwelling on any of this. Heck, she could care less. Hastily grasping the sides of her dress just about mid though on either side and hoisting the fabric up just enough so that her ankles were visible, as she darted a crossed the room beside the canopy bed. She pressed her ear to the wall it’s headboard rested up against and giggled inwardly at the soothing voice on the other side. Obviously who ever was inside this other room was singing to them selves, otherwise well this youngster wouldn’t have had much to giggle about..
She released the soft fabric she had tightly in her grasp, as she knelt down beside the bed. Poking her head up and resting her chin upon the soft goose-feathered comforter upon the mattress, as she awaited the appealing visual she wished to see. Though lone behold her plans would be foiled like they were a good ninety-nine percent of the time, only this time a little later then usual. “SOPHIA ARIA!” Boomed a rather angered, yet familiar voice within the room. Cringing at the sound of her first and middle name flying form the rather temperamental nanny that stormed into the room, Sophia whirled around putting her finger to her lips and making a hushing sound. “Excuse me young lady, but who do you think you are allowing your self entry into a room that is not your own?! Hmmm?!” The woman growled as she made her way over to the child, pausing momentarily as she awaited some pitiful excuse. “B-b-but!” Was all the young girl was able to manage to escape her lips as she was tugged rather harshly to her feet. “Save it! You have early lessons you must prepare for this instance! You have no time to be dallying around in---” And yet the irritated nanny’s lecture was cut off by the sound of a door gently swinging open and coming to an abrupt stop as it lightly smacked up against the wall, along with the thickness of the warm steam that mixed within the rose coated aroma within the room.
“ Ms. Takeda, Might I ask what you and my darling young princess are doing within my room? “
“A-ah! M-Marcello-sama! M-m-my apologies!” Ms. Takeda stuttered as she bowed before him, lowering her head to hide the apparent red tint that over came her cheeks, as she had caught sight of the gentleman standing within the threshold of his bathroom in nothing more then a towel. A towel in which was wrapped loosely around his waste, giving the two a fine view of his lean figure. “Nii-san!” Sophia cheerfully called out in a sing song manor, as she freed her arm form Ms. Takeda’s grasp and skipped the best she could over toward her brother. Though by blood, her heritage was of Italian culture, she knew little to no Italian what so ever. Ironically as she could barely speak her native language, her Japanese sounded almost natural flowing. It was something that never ceased to amaze Marcello, since his Japanese was fluent enough to be considered acceptable, but it lacked the feel let alone the sound that made it come naturally. Sophia wrapped her arms around Marcello’s waist once she found her way beside him, sticking her tongue out at Ms. Takeda as she gazed up at her brother with large deep blue innocent eyes. “Nii-san! I don’t want to waste hours doing pointless lessons today! I wanna go to the festival today! Wont you take me Nii-san! Please!” Begged Marcello’s younger sibling. Boy, she could really become quite the actress someday due to hr performance. She was even beginning to tear up before Marcello bent over, embracing the child and whispering in her ear. “My darling princess, there’s will always be time for me to escort you to such an extravagant event, but you have to finish what Ms. Takeda asks you to before hand, alright? “ He pulled away form his sister, who was blushing almost as bright as her nanny had and gave her a slight nod. He had to pull this act every time she came to him because she wanted to use him as an excuse to get out of the house or better yet, her private teachers clutches. To her, the teachers lessons were as dull as an empty room, nothing that kept hr attention span focused.
Though Marcello knew how to persuade his sister into doing what she needed to and or was told. Since she had adapted that little kid crush on him. It was nothing serious, just a minor infatuation with him, since Sophia thought Marcello was her prince charming. Though soon enough she’d find someone else to direct her affection to when she came of age and realization of her present crush being a little out of the ordinary. Only to Ms. Takeda’s dismay, who had tried telling her that it was wrong, he played along. And even though Ms. Takeda hated to admit, it got her to do the things that she would ask Sophia to do. “Oh alright..” Sophia muttered, receiving a light kiss upon her forehead. She giggled excessively and darted out of sight, with Ms. Takeda chasing right after her. Marcello let out a rather long sigh as he strode toward the other side of the room, shutting the door that admitted entry and making his way to his walk in closet. Rather long and outstretched it was, aligned with the utmost finest material that suited his tastes. An array of colored shirts, both dress and casual wear, hung up form hangers as shoes occupied the bottom rack. Pants and all were folded neatly upon the upper shelves. Why he had a great deal of clothing, so much that you think this closet belong to a spoiled little rich girl. However, that wasn’t the case. Marcello thumbed though a few shirts, grabbing a pair of pants form up top, and grabbing a pair of undergarments form a drawer nearest the closet’s entry. After e had changed into his selection, he topped his outfit of with a form fitting lace up trench coat. Form fitting to where it fit snug around his torso, however it flared once it came past his hips. As he finished the seditious task of lacing the damned thing up, his icy blue gazed fell his own reflection in the mirrors embedded into the walls. One on his left, right , and in front of him. He sighed, turning heel to grab a dark scarf on another rack and a pair of matching gloves in a smaller compartment. Yes, Marcello planed on taking it to the streets this chilly morning. Normally Marcello wasn’t one to walk in the cold. He adored the scenery of freshly fallen snow, but he hated the cold! Only as word has spread like the black plague with in the house hold, he just couldn’t seem to drown out the voices that spoke of his fathers speedy recovery.
“Oh it must be a miracle that Ignacio-sama is recovering well.”
“Oh yes, its been about two weeks since vaccinated and all the signs and symptoms of that nasty virus seem to be clearing up!”
“ He seems to be moving around a lot more too. Though the doctor recommended he stay in bed for a little while longer, I don’t think anyone’s going to be able to keep that man off his feet after that.”
“ Hehe, I don’t blame him form wanting to get out and about after being in bed for so long.”
“Oh yes, its been about two weeks since vaccinated and all the signs and symptoms of that nasty virus seem to be clearing up!”
“ He seems to be moving around a lot more too. Though the doctor recommended he stay in bed for a little while longer, I don’t think anyone’s going to be able to keep that man off his feet after that.”
“ Hehe, I don’t blame him form wanting to get out and about after being in bed for so long.”
Everywhere he seemed to venture on his way out the door, Marcello couldn’t help but over hear such words of praise and excitement for his fathers well-being returning. If it were up to Marcello, he’d rather have aided in his fathers recent attempt in suicide whether then insisting that he get help against his will. Though Marcello knew he just couldn’t find it in him self to aid in ending his old man’s misery. Sure he hate him with a passion, nothing would change that, but he wasn’t exactly sure if he could live with what sickening satisfaction he’d obtain when doing so. Then again, Marcello was a hypocrite, that thought could change at anytime. He found it moderately surprising that he hadn’t already asked a certain good friend of his to take the man out. Chuckling under his breath, Marcello finally managed to slip out of the house and into the bitter unforgiving cold. Alright, so that might have been on an exaggerated level, but it was chilly out.
In due time he came among the many with places to go and people to see, however Marcello really didn’t have anywhere he needed to be at the moment. The possibilities on what he could do with his morning were endless! Though what first came to mind was getting something warm to drink. Coffee, perhaps a cup of hot chocolate to go. Mm, that sounded like quit either game plan. Maybe then he could continue his walk or possibly find something worth his time to engage in. with such things fresh on his mind, the first café that came into sight, Marcello surly slipped in. It was almost like instinct that his hand came up to his mouth to cover it, while he coughed lightly into it. The cold really did have a nasty way of bringing the unknown virus that plagued him out, but lucky not for long. Regaining his composure he walked up toward the counter and placed an order for some soothingly warm hot chocolate.
Though as he awaited his hot chocolate he couldn’t help but notice the eyes and heads of others, in which seemed to be almost in complete unison, turn and or gaze off toward on direction. Fixated on a individual who seemed to be hacking up a lung, figural speaking of course. Marcello took a step closer examining the certain someone who was taken over by a rather long coughing fit and the other with him. Only after a minute or two passed, with the young woman behind the counter nudging Marcello so he would notice his drink was ready, he could have slapped him self. Of course he knew those two, just what were the odds they’d run into one another? Shaking his head to snap himself out of his own dazed spell, Marcello dug some cash out of his pocket. Telling the girl to keep the change as he sipped the rather warm chocolaty fluid, he made his way over to the table that Jaysun and Raine happened to be seated at. With good timing so it seemed, since jay sun seemed to pull him self together. “Like your one to talk…” Marcello muttered under his breath, with a rather small yet content smirk. Chuckling at his own smart a** remark, since he was practically expecting some snippy reply, Marcello brought his attention over towards Raine. He gave her a slight wave with his free hand, and just seated him self right next to her. Since well, he felt a lot more safer on her side then the other, for such obvious reasons of course. “So what brings you two here---Ooo…Nice.” Marcello cut him self off as he examine the photo that Jaysun had gotten his rather dangerous hands on.
Marcello bit back a rather ‘asking for it’ one could say, comment. Something along the lines of, who did you have to whip mercilessly to get this one? Alright, so Marcello really didn’t know if Jaysun would take offence to that. There was just no way around the fact that the man was an utter sadist. A rather attractive, yet mortally terrifying fact that is. Pulling his mind out of the gutter and locking unwanted fantasy’s behind doors, Marcello glanced over at Raine, almost in a longing sense, expecting some form of a response to what was laid out. Even a one worded response would do nicely.
{ Y o u } feel so lonly and { R a g g e d }
{ Y o u } lay there broken and { N a k e d }
{ M y } love is just waiting to cover you in crimson { R o s e s }
{ I } will be the on thats gonna find { Y o u }
{ I } will i will be the one thats gonna guide { Y o u }
{ M y } love is a burning consuming { F i r e }
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
{ N o ! } you'll never be { A l o n e }
{ W h e n } darkness comes, i'll light the night with { S t a r s}
{ H e a r } the whispers in the { D a r k }
{ N o ! } you'll never be { A l o n e }
{ W h e n } darkness comes, you know im never { F a r }
{ H e a r } the whispers in the { D a r k } . . .
{ Y o u } lay there broken and { N a k e d }
{ M y } love is just waiting to cover you in crimson { R o s e s }
{ I } will be the on thats gonna find { Y o u }
{ I } will i will be the one thats gonna guide { Y o u }
{ M y } love is a burning consuming { F i r e }
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
{ N o ! } you'll never be { A l o n e }
{ W h e n } darkness comes, i'll light the night with { S t a r s}
{ H e a r } the whispers in the { D a r k }
{ N o ! } you'll never be { A l o n e }
{ W h e n } darkness comes, you know im never { F a r }
{ H e a r } the whispers in the { D a r k } . . .
