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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 20, 2012 20:49:59 GMT -8
She saw his eyes travel over her and she couldn't help but produce a modest smile. Damn right she looked good! After all the shit she had been through, she made damn sure she would be in peak condition so she would be able to defend her little family, her friends and her own life with everything she had. If that meant she looked fly as she did it, than so much the better.
"Know what? That doesen't sound half bad. In fact...."
His stomach unleashed an unholy growl that lifted Delilah's eyebrows and made her chuckle. The embarrassment also reddening his face made her 'awww' internally at him. Another endearing thing to add to the list.
Insert internal flash of guilt here.
"Ok, Up time. I need to see what'chu got in the fridge."
"Oh, probably not much," she would say as she got off the bed as gingerly as she could, scooping up her sweater and pulling it on over her head. "We mostly stock safe-houses like these with nonparishables. I think this is the first time we've used this house, actually."
She would glance over at Marcus, looking like flimsy scaffolding in a strong wind and her heart went out to him, her gaze daring to linger a little as she realized the man was still in his underwear, the blanket he had wrapped around his waist back on the bed. She would stride back into the closet, pick up what Marcus was looking for the night prior, came back out and laid it on the bed for him.
"Nice as the view is, I won't be able to cook you up anything with you lookin' like that."
She blinked in surprise at herself and looked slightly mortified with her own forwardness. She still wasn't anywhere near used to this and the words had just sort of...popped out. She shook it off. Best leave that for later.
"Need a hand?"
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Oct 20, 2012 21:01:09 GMT -8
Marcus would look down at himself and cursed. He KNEW he forgot something. As much fun as showing off was, He knew he made a better effect when he WASEN'T coated in fresh bruises and stitches.
And as much as he felt he could do it himself, Marcus forced himself to swallow his pride. There was no point making himself look like an idiot because of it.
So sitting back down atop of the bed, he let out a small defeated sigh.
"Yes Please."
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 20, 2012 21:36:27 GMT -8
She watched as he sat down on the bed and watched him sigh.
"Yes Please."
She kept the look of sympathy from her face, worried it might be misconstrued as pity and honestly that was the LAST thing the man needed. Delilah would just nod her understanding and come to sit beside him. Slowly, she would have him lift his arms over his head as she helped him pull the sweater on, then slide off the bed and kneel between his legs to slip his feet into the legs of the sweatpants.
Many things occurred to her in this time frame and she forced herself to ignore all of them.
Delilah would help him to his feet and draw the sweatpants up high enough that he could finish pulling them on himself. She would smile encouragingly at him and hand him the crutch.
"All you, Marcus."
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Oct 20, 2012 22:06:52 GMT -8
"All you, Marcus."
Carefully pulling up and tying the waistband up on the sweatpants, Marcus accepted the crutch and slumped against it.
"I am totaly you're bitch for life for what you've done for me. I hope you understand the awesome power you have just inherited"
He tried to make it a funny, but he sounded way too sincere.
There was quite abit of trust he was putting into her and he appreciated the fact that she showed him absolutely no pity.
Marcus took a few steps forward, shifting his shoulders as if he had an itch. The sweater was still alittle on the tight side which irritated his bandages. Fortuantly though it was manageable enough to ignore.
"Also the only way to make this morning better would be bacon and coffee! And toast. Bacon sandwitches! Coffee and Bacon Sandwitches!"
He began to mutter to himself as his stomach began to do the thinking for him.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 20, 2012 22:30:44 GMT -8
"I am totaly you're bitch for life for what you've done for me. I hope you understand the awesome power you have just inherited"
That floored her, to say the least. She could hear a little humour under his words, but he sounded to genuine to actually make it a complete joke. For the millionth time (and likely not the last) she blushed and turned her eyes away shyly.
"You would have done the same if it were me," she would reply, though it was clear she was touched. She would walk with him slowly as they made their way down the hall and towards the staircase that lead into the entry way (with dried blood on the linoleum floor) and the parlour just off to the side (which contained even MORE dried blood, as this had served as Marcus' Triage room). These rooms were elaborately decorated with paintings, crystal vases and antique blood spattered furniture.
She would delicately step down the stairs, her injured leg and shoulder hurting her with every step. She would clutch the rail for support until she made it to the landing, waiting for Marcus to follow.
"All the bacon coffee sandwiches in the world if you can make it down here without killing yourself."
A joke, but a very real possibility considering Marcus' current stability.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Oct 20, 2012 23:09:20 GMT -8
She was right of course. Marcus would have done everything he could have for Delilah if something were to have happened to her. The absolute second you became a friend of Marcus, you immediatly get put under his umbrella of protection. He cherished his friends, new and old and the young woman definatly counted.
"Naturally, but thank you all the same."
The walk through the house was difficult. All that blood. All of it his own. It put into stark perspective just how close he was to having his ticket punched for the long sleep. When Marcus saw the room where Delilah patched him back together again, he gave an involuntary shudder and turned his head away, unable to look. He wasen't normally so squeamish but this? This was beyond the pale. It looked like a butchers shop in there.
"All the bacon coffee sandwiches in the world if you can make it down here without killing yourself."
Marcus only smiled. He had remembered stumbling home drunk plenty of times and so he had abit of a trick when it came to stairs.
"Watch and learn little Miss."
Slowly but surely he lowered himself down and sat upon the topmost step. From there he would simply slide his butt forward, plopping down gently onto the next step before shifting forward again, plopping down the one after that.
Slowly but surely Marcus would Butt slide his way down the stairs, showing a small sign of discomfort with each plop.
Once he was down the last step, He would slowly get back onto his feet, his belly loudly protesting it's utter lack of nourishment.
"Now. Shall we?"
He asked with a smile before continuing his shuffling walk.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 20, 2012 23:34:17 GMT -8
"Watch and learn little Miss."
She raised an expectant eyebrow that quickly turned into one of surprise and amusement as he butt scooched down the stairs and to the landing below with minimal jarring of his injuries. She had to laugh at this: she'd never thought of doing that, even though it made perfect sense.
"Now. Shall we?"
"Lets."
She would walk into the kitchen with him, heading to the steel fridge. The otherwise fancy stove had a large eyesore on the side of it: a large battery that had been wired into the stove to make it work. The fridge was also plugged into this battery.
She would open the main door and was unsurprised to find nothing. She shrugged and opened the freezer door. They were in luck! Frozen bread, butter and for some reason, deer sausage. She looked at it for a moment, shrugged and pulled it out, laying it on the counter for Marcus to see.
"And what do you propose we do with this?"
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Oct 20, 2012 23:43:51 GMT -8
Marcus looked from the bread, to the butter, to the sausage and back to the bread. Well, if it was one thing he had plenty of experiance in, it was Frankenstiening himself a meal using whatever he could find in the kitchen!
"Well it's a start. I'm thinking we toast the bread and butter it, then Boil the Sausages in a pot. Once the sausages are boiled nice and plump you could slice them up and lay them out onto the bread. Then you fork and knife it. HEY! You said non Non perishable right? Got any Cans of stuff in the pantry?"
He asked as he began shuffling over towards the cubbards. He would quite literaly pull anythijng and everything out. If it was edible, he could find a way to make it work in a sandwitch.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 21, 2012 0:17:11 GMT -8
Delilah would nod, "Sounds like a plan."
She would turn back to the stove and pull out a baking tray from underneath, a knife from the drawer beside it and a pot from the cabinet on her right. She would lay the bread out on the tray and slice the butter into thin strips to cover the surface of the bread, turn on the oven and toss it in. She would move to the sink, fill the pot with water and throw the sausages in, snapping on the heat.
Her task completed, she would look behind her at Marcus who was pulling apart her cupboards. She looked at what he laid down on the counter incredulously.
"Canned pineapple, tomato sauce, smoked oysters and beans." her eyes sought his for a moment as she looked at him in confusion. "These are condiments to you?"
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Oct 21, 2012 0:51:52 GMT -8
Marcus would have laughed over how just plain confused Delilah looked, but he was in serious business mode which usualy happened when it came to him preparing a meal.
"Is if you're hungry enough. It's all about the presentation. You don't just slapdash ingrediants together, staple it close and hope for the best. You build it layer by layer carefully, gauging which piece should go where like a Jenga puzzle."
Now it was thinking time! Marcus leaned against the crutch and began to absent mindedly tap his fuzzy chin with the crook of his finger.
"Now I dont know how to properly prepare oysters so thats gonna be a problem. We could heat the tomatoe sauce in a pan for awhile and pour it over the sausauge slices........then add the pinapples. Mabey......Yeah, add the pinapples and then pour the beans overtop of it! Cooked of course. Like I said, We could eat it with a Fork and knife so dont worry about whether it can hold together. OOOOH! If only we had some cheese! Shredded cheese would make it NUMMY!"
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 21, 2012 1:27:30 GMT -8
Delilah would watch him with a fascinated expression as he came up with the weirdest concoction she had ever heard of in her life. It didn't sound too terrible, but she was hungry enough to try it herself.
"Well, there's some toothpicks in the cupboard just above your head there. You can eat the smoked oysters out of the can to tide you over while I get the...food ready."
She would point firmly at one of the mahogany chairs surrounding the matching circular table over by the windows that over looked the sea, indicating for him to sit. Delilah turned back to the stove and put the tomato sauce in the pan to heat it, draining and adding the pineapples to the sauce as an after thought. She'd let it simmer while she put the beans on, pull the now toasted bread out of the oven and set it aside. It wouldn't take long for the sausages to finish, so she would pull out a cutting board to prepare for slicing them in half while she pulled out some deep dish plates, forks and knives.
Delilah would move around the kitchen with familiar ease, muttering to herself every so often as she started pulling spices arbitrarily from the cupboard above the stove and sprinkling them in the pineapple tomato sauce thing. Once the sausages were done, she would spear each of them with the fork, slice them down the middle and toss them in the pan to give them more flavour. She would pour this (with her good arm) into each of the dishes, set the toast aside, and pour a healthy dose of beans on top of them both. Sadly, they had no cheese.
More or less satisfied with her handiwork, she would bring the meal over to Marcus and set it down in front of him, alongside a fork and a glass of water. She would sit across from him and look down at the weird thing she had made, surprised by the fact it actually looked...good. Still skeptical, she picked up her fork and took a tenative bite.
Delilah would instantly be confused. It was delicious. "How the hell does this even WORK?"
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Oct 21, 2012 16:58:23 GMT -8
The absolute second Delilah put the plate down infront of him Marcus picked up the fork and knife and dug in on an industrial level, shoveling each forkfull of blessed sustainance into his maw with almost mechanical single mindedness. Oh he didn't wolf it down fast or anything like that, it was more as if nothing else in the world mattered except for knife cuts, fork spears, shovel product in mouth, chew, swallow, repeat step one. It wasen't until he got about halfway done that he finaly put the fork down and took a gulp of water.
"Like I said, It's all in how you layer you're ingrediants and knowing which clash and which go well together, Nevermind the actual ingrediant itself. You just care what the flavor tastes like. Same principles as Pizza really, just in sandwitch form. Take all you're leftovers and layer them appropriatly. . The bread is fucking genious cause it soaks all the wet ingrediants up. Just.....never EVER EVER use syrup. Too sweet, WAY too sweet."
Despite the meal being essentialy ruffage, Marcus was pleased she liked it! And hey, Mabey she'll even try it out herself one of these days. It was funny too, he could actualy pinpoint the exact moment she decided she liked it by the look on her face!
"After thanksgiving is always the best time to give it a try. Lots of leftovers that work well together. That's how I made SANDVITCH! Three slices of bread, Turkey, Stuffing, Mashed potatoes, An egg, bacon, cheese, pepper, cooked vegitables, gravy......Fuck, what else did I put in it? Anyway, That's SANDVITCH! Yeah, you pretty much have to say it like that."
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 21, 2012 17:26:17 GMT -8
"With the 'V' and everything?" she would ask him, smiling. Delilah was already almost finished her own portion, mopping up the remains with her toast. "I might just have to give this recipe up to the guys running the mess hall."
She'd wash down the weird but delicious meal with the last of her water and lean back in her chair, looking across the table at Marcus, internally sighing. This was both the best thing and the worst thing ever, a combination as odd as the food she just ate. She liked Marcus. She liked him a lot. What she didn't like was the poisonous little thoughts spoiling her mood.
"Have you been sated?" She would say with a sly smile.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Oct 21, 2012 22:28:31 GMT -8
"Of course with the V! With a heart stopper of this calibre you'd expect nothing less!"
Shovaling the last morsel into his mouth, Marcus scootched his chair back and stretched himself out. He could feel strength comming back into his arms again! Still, it would take alot more bed rest before he was back to his old self again, but at least he had a nice warm glow in his belly now.
"Have you been sated?"
"Sated and satisfied!"
He exclaimed in between gulps of water. Now that he had some food down him, his head was much clearer than it was before. Which meant he began to pick up on how distracted Delilah seemed to be.
"Penny for you're thoughts?"
He asked innocently.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 21, 2012 22:51:38 GMT -8
"Penny for you're thoughts?" She blinked in surprise as she realized she had been lost in her internal battle again. She looked hard at Marcus for a moment as she tried to make a decision, eyeing him with intense scrutiny, biting her lower lip a little.
What to say, what to say. Lying crossed her mind for a minute, just brushing it off as though nothing was wrong when clearly it couldn't be more ill at ease. That seemed the kinder route in some ways.
But in her mind, Marcus deserved way better than that. He was intelligent, handsome, funny as hell, knew his bikes and was genuinely interested in her (and that biting thing he did...ugh, for-GET about it!). She could easily see herself settling down with this man, giving Oliver a stable father figure to look up to, someone she knew she could rely on and talk to in the deep of night. To hold her and make her feel like a woman.
The bottom line, though, was that he wasn't Stu.
Finally she sighed, hoping he would be willing what she had to say. "I hate myself," she'd admit quickly, shifting her eyes down to the table. "You're awesome. You're absolutely perfect in every way, shape and form and GOD KNOWS I want you. I think this could really be something, I honestly do.
"I'm a realist. I'm pretty sure Stu won't come back for me to America, even if he is alive, which isn't all that likely. But then I get this little 'if' in the back of my head. What if he does come to find you?, What if he never forgot you and all he thinks about is you?, What if he's still alive after all?." Delilah would shake her head sadly, feeling a cold pressure in her heart. This sucked for her too, and it showed. "If he does come back, as slim as that chance is...Stu has a right to know his son. Oliver knows his dad already too...could you imagine if I started something with you and everything was going great and Oliver was warming to you and then Stu walked back into my life?"
SHE could. She would be forced to choose between them and everyone would suffer for it. Especially Oliver.
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