pontmercyfriend: (Plot: Sex Switch 2)
The weekend after his romantic getaway with Rat, Marius knows he cannot avoid Courfeyrac. He needs to pay him, first of all, for taking care of their pets. Also, regardless of the city's tricks, Courfeyrac is his best friend and they live in the same apartment complex. Regardless if Marius could hide away until this wears off (he couldn't; not the least of which because of work), Courfeyrac would find him out, in his Courfeyrac way.

He doesn't know how long this spell will last; he needs to see his best friend.

Marius keeps his long hair braided, the way Rat styled it over the weekend, as he wears one of the outfits they'd picked out; a pair of jeans and something called a peasant's blouse, though Marius has never seen any peasant wear any blouse like it. The shirt exposes more of his chest than Marius would like, but it is also the most modest top of their recent purchases, so he'll make do.

He grabs the money from his wallet, pausing to pet Polyphemus behind the ears, and to give Shelley a goodbye pet as well. Courfeyrac's cat namesake is off skulking somewhere.

He makes his way to Courfeyrac's door, trying to brace himself for the inevitable teasing no doubt awaiting him. He raises his hand and knocks.

"Courfeyrac?" He calls out. "It's me. I have your money for the weekend."
pontmercyfriend: (Bashful)
Somehow, Marius gets it in his head that he wants to venture out horseback riding. If he's honest with himself, he doesn't know where this urge comes from, but having a rare Friday off, he finds himself indulging said urge. And as it has proven a criminal amount of time since he's last had an adventure with his best friend, Marius invites Courfeyrac along without a second thought.

He waits for his friend at the stables, watching the instructor, a lovely young woman that will, no doubt, appeal to Courfeyrac's tendency to flirt with every attractive woman he happens upon, as she grooms one of the seemingly younger mares in one of the rings. She'd already assured Marius that she looked forward to taking them out to the best trails in the countryside; he smiles, breathing in the country air and delighting in this reprieve from the city, for the moment.

Running a hand through his usual, tousled hair, as he leans against the fence, Marius catches sight of himself in the mirror of a puddle by his feet. Against the increase in his freckles thanks to the season, the love marks on his neck stand out more prominently; he flushes, but he smiles at the sight. Though he knows such alterations to his appearance will draw even more teasing remarks from Courfeyrac than usual, Marius finds himself welcoming such commentary.

He glances up again when he thinks he hears footsteps approaching. Pulling himself off from the fence, he waves and heads towards where he thinks he spies his best friend.
pontmercyfriend: (Bashful)
He's needed to see Courfeyrac long before this, of course.

Since he first recovered from being magically shrunk to a child, really. And it has been something of an age since it's been just the two of them, old friends chatting away from even the loud space of a quiet bar. Marius knows, of course, this is his fault; he's kept himself locked away, mourning in solitude the way he once did in Paris, only pausing long enough to attend his shifts at work.

There's so much he wishes he could go back and fix, in hindsight. Especially now, when everything has changed, yet again.

He's carefully making his way towards his best friend's rooms, cradling a pot of freshly brewed coffee before him as though he were a child clinging to a stuffed animal. It's one of his favorite blends, purchased from a small cafe just down the road. Something about vanilla, pecans, and cinnamon in the flavor - he can't remember the exact name. All he knows is that it's delicious. And hopefully will help soothe his nerves for whatever comes of this conversation. (He's trying to avoid alcohol, even as much as he might want a glass of wine.)

He walks up the stairs to the ninth floor, chewing nervously on his bottom lip as he focuses on not spilling the drink. He pauses in the hallway before Courfeyrac's door to adjust his collar; he's wearing a shirt similar in style to those he wore in Paris, with the thicker fabric and the higher collars. He's also wearing his old cravat on top of that. Hopefully, the marked skin beneath won't show through.

He expels a lengthy breathe, then finally raises his hand to knock on the door.

"Courfeyrac? Are you home?"
pontmercyfriend: (Regret)
The morning after Kate's bachelorette party, Marius awakens to a throbbing pain in his head and a distinct unease unfolding in the pit of his stomach. He groans, rolling over onto his side to bury his head beneath his pillow, as if that could keep the impending sunlight at bay or calm the waves of nausea washing over him; his body refuses to return to sleep, much to his dismay. He wonders briefly if his head, weighing as heavy as a stone against his pillow, might simply fall through the mattress to the floor underneath his bed.

It's at this moment that Courfeyrcat decides he desperately needs Marius' attention; he pounces and lands on Marius lower back, claws extending into his skin.

Marius lets out a string of curses in French, sitting up abruptly at the interruption to his own misery and nearly throwing his cat to the floor. Courfyercat hisses at him before giving him his tail and walking away as haughty as his namesake. The sudden movement leaves Marius dizzy, and that unease in his belly sours even further.

"Shit," he mutters, picking himself up and attempting to run to the bathroom before it's too late. His head reverberates in time with his steps and his bare feet prick themselves on strewn about pens and pencils across his bedroom floor; he crashes into the door frame of the bathroom and nearly loses control then and there.

Somehow, however, he manages to fall to his knees in front of the porcelain bowl, in a mockery of earnest genuflection; as if his posture might convince his own body of his innocence.

No such luck for him this morning.

Illness wracks his frame for what feels an eternity; the pain in his head only increases with each passing moment. He wonders how Grantaire deals with these consequences all the time; he vows solemnly to himself to never drink again.

Just as he rises and stumbles over to the sink to brush his teeth and wipe his face, a knocking comes to his door. Marius glances up to find his own pale reflection gaping back at him.

"Shit," he repeats to himself.

[Set to October 19, 2014]
pontmercyfriend: (Stylish)
Marius cannot stop entangling his fingers together as he sits in one of the booths on the first floor of Tintern Abbey; his feet tap restlessly against the wooden floors and he keeps glancing at the door. He hears Marie and Pierre snickering at him behind the bar; he keeps himself from looking their way as much as he can help it. He knows he looks ridiculous; he feels utterly ridiculous, down to his very bones.

But he cannot put off introducing Kathy to his dearest friend. As they all three of them share a building, it is more likely than not that his girlfriend (and his heart flutters, as he thinks the word, a word unfamiliar to him, yet wonderful all the same) would run into Courfeyrac sooner rather than later. And Marius, knowing Courfeyrac as well as he does, would prefer to be there when the two of them meet, at the least to prevent Courfeyrac from telling Kathy his most embarrassing stories.

Still, he wants them both to like each other. It means the world to him that the both of them do; they are both such important figures in his life, he doesn't know what he'll do if this turns disastrous. So he tries not to think of such things, tries to focus on Kathy's sweet dimples and Courfeyrac's teasing, yet encouraging, smile.

He sent a text to each of them, explaining to meet at his work. It's especially quiet this afternoon; most patrons sit a good distance away at other tables, as the chill of the September sun leaking in through the tinted windows like faerie lights. It does little to actually calm Marius' nerves, but it proves soothing to observe, nonetheless.

He wishes he could keep his gaze from the door.
pontmercyfriend: (Heart full of love)
Marius is pacing out in the courtyard of Dimera Apartments, his gaze jumping from the sky to the ground as he fidgets with his hands, fingers drumming against the lower half of his face. His eyes flash and his mouth moves in a conversation he holds with himself. It is an overcast day, possibly with the threat of rain later, but Marius pays the weather no mind. Indeed, he pays nothing of mind except what preoccupies his thoughts: his budding feelings for Kathy.

Just the thought of her dimples can stir his heart, let alone thoughts of her goodness and comfort, the way she always looks out for others over herself. Marius has long admired her as a person, but is only just now able to acknowledge how deeply that admiration runs. He has feelings for her, deep feelings that both provide comfort to him and scare him, the sort of feelings he never thought he would experience again.

So he paces in the courtyard, muttering to himself, thinking of their upcoming date, if it could be considered as such, and wondering if he should talk to Courfeyrac first, who, even with his teasing, would also let Marius know if he were about to make a fool of himself.

He takes his cellphone out of his pocket, the same one Kathy taught him to use, he realizes with a blush, and comes to a halt in the middle of his pacing. Now he just has to think of what to send as a text message.
pontmercyfriend: (Meandering)
Marius tries not to cling to Courfeyrac overly much, not since his arrival and with his relative newness to the city. He does not want to overwhelm the man, nor inspire any sort of discomfort as he adjusts to modern life and reconciling his current situation with the events of Paris. Still, he finds himself eager and quick to respond when Courfeyrac seeks his company. So when Courfeyrac suggests they meet for drinks at a local pub, Marius all but leaps at the opportunity.

He dresses himself in what he thinks to be an acceptable outfit for the occasion, a pair of black chinos and a soft, off-white shirt, as Courfeyrcat mews by his ankles, sensing that Marius is to leave him for the evening.

“I will return soon enough,” he assures his feline companion, a fond smile on his face. Since acquiring his cat, the creature seems to fret over him like a mother hen, which only further conspires to have Marius wrapped around the creature’s small paw.

“Mew,” Courfeyrcat answers balefully, swatting at Marius’ foot as he makes his way out of his bedroom and apartment, heading towards the courtyard where he agreed to meet his friend. It is funny, he thinks to himself, hands tucked into his pockets as he sways on his feet, how everything appears to come full circle, where once Courfeyrac and himself shared rooms, they know share an apartment complex. It makes him smile, again gladdened by his dear friend’s sudden appearance in Darrow.

He doesn’t know what to expect of their outing tonight, but Marius thinks he is prepared to drink with Courfeyrac. Or, well, as ready as he’ll ever be.


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