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#guess marcus now believes he's living in a baz luhrmann movie ??
marcusreyes · 3 years
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LOCATION: Pest Nightclub DATE: January 23rd, 2021. CLOSED: @sxint​​
The Truce Anniversary, Marcus thought, was not all that different from the football match that once took place between enemies during World War I. Though it was a night of celebration, no draping dress or tailored trouser leg could camouflage the shackles at people’s feet. The rising tension between Horsemen over dinner didn’t help, nor was the release people were bound to feel upon arriving at Pest likely to. This proved correct, around an hour into the afterparty, when Saint and Kitty’s raised voices pierced through the noise.
He should’t have, but despite the deafening music that surrounded them, Marcus ( and many others too ) had gotten details he’d never wanted to know – the who, the what and the where. If there were two types of secrets, the kind you want to keep in and the kind you don’t dare to let out, Saint and Kitty’s entanglement had developed into the latter. Marcus could see how forbidden love was not a thing of the past, that Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet could very well have been a contemporary story, but he struggled to believe that the pair of them were star-crossed lovers... Still, he had agreed to keep silent along with the others. Thus, fuelled by the liquor he’d been drinking at an increasing pace to drain out the details of their argument, what he was feeling now was not anger or chagrin so much as regret. 
He knew Kitty would need a moment to cool off, but instead of taking the opportunity to slip away he decided to linger, growing tired of the dramatics.
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Moments passed and Marcus wasn’t sure what was taking Saint so long, if he was fucking the bathroom attendant or snorting an annual salary’s worth of cocaine, nor did he particularly care. But when he finally did reappear, blood still rushing to the area of his face that had taken a blow just moments ago, Marcus spoke through a clenched jaw, his every word over pronounced. “What the fuck are you playing at?” He was all too aware that by keeping Kitty’s secret they had been doing Saint a favour, too. They should have known he would find a way to fuck it up, that like his family betrayal oozed out of him at every pore. “Surely the grave you’ve been digging for yourself must be getting deep enough?”
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