marcus
I want it all give me everything that you got
Despite the unseasonably warm Longheat they were having, it was still biting cold on the Frostfields at night. The Olson looked up to the sky, watching the stars dance across the great expanse of the blue black. Clouds barely touched the sky these days, and when they did they were but mere whispered puffs of strung cotton candy. With little cloud cover, the moon sat bright and huge on its throne, casting its silver brilliance over the snow and making it glitter.
With the light the way it was, it was easy to see the shadows instantly cast by his frame from the light coming behind him. Startled, Marcus turned sharply to see a flame coming straight for his face. He stepped back, heel catching on a root and sending him back-flat against the tree. The air escaped his lungs with an oompf and his hand immediately went for the blade at his hip -- but he stopped short, when a voice called out to him.
With wide cerulean eyes he looked behind the flame, now dancing bright before him rather than trying to attack him, and he cleared his throat. Pushing himself off the tree trunk, Marcus smoothed down his coat and shook his head just enough to make his hair trickle out from beneath his hood. "Oh, no, it's fine." Marcus said, trying to pull all of the friendliness to his smile that he could.
With the light the way it was, it was easy to see the shadows instantly cast by his frame from the light coming behind him. Startled, Marcus turned sharply to see a flame coming straight for his face. He stepped back, heel catching on a root and sending him back-flat against the tree. The air escaped his lungs with an oompf and his hand immediately went for the blade at his hip -- but he stopped short, when a voice called out to him.
With wide cerulean eyes he looked behind the flame, now dancing bright before him rather than trying to attack him, and he cleared his throat. Pushing himself off the tree trunk, Marcus smoothed down his coat and shook his head just enough to make his hair trickle out from beneath his hood. "Oh, no, it's fine." Marcus said, trying to pull all of the friendliness to his smile that he could.
The full transplant bleeding with a new heart
