silver linings in golden seas

[evangelicsavard]

[W] For language.
[Closed] - Marcus Quartermaine

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Ang pet the dashboard as her yellow VW Rabbit hummed along. "Doin' good.." She said outloud as her eyes darted this way and that searching for street signs. As much as she loved visiting this church, but it had never cured her problem of getting lost every where she goes in a car. She knew the directions like the back of her hand but there was always that one damn street she'd miss. Christmas traffic hadn't helped much, either. Each light was packed with someone else trying to go somewhere else. She cursed under her breath.

And there it was. That street that she needed to take. She pulled the wheel to the left but saved her moment of joy for when she would get to the church. She hadn't gotten lost so far and it was an exciting moment for this young woman. She pulled into a parking spot on the right hand side of the road and quickly hopped out to run into the small coffee shop of no significance except that it had the best hot chocolate. Once that was out of the way, she hopped back in and set the medium sized cup in the cup holder and was off once more.

Six minutes later and one street missed, Ang pulled into the large parking lot of the Notra Dame de la Garde. Putting the car in park and turning off the engine, she pulled her key from the ignition and tossed it in her purse, which that was soon slung on to her shoulder. She grabbed the hot chocolate and slipped out of the car. With her foot, she slammed the door and proceeded on, her black soft leather boots crunching the thin layer of dead leaves on the ground. She blew on her hot, delicious contents and braved a sip as she walked into the large church. The architecture was amazing and she'd come so often just recently to look at every detail that she'd become known by several nuns and priests, although there were countless more. With a nod of her head, she greeted one of them, "Father.."

Taking the stairs one at a time as they wound up, she hummed to the music that the church's orchestra filled the halls with. Christmas was coming so soon and all the decorations had been set out. She wondered who the poor person or people were that had to decorate such a large church, even if the things they've set out were minor. She took another sip of her hot chocolate and stopped at a statue. Out of the, perhaps, dozen times she'd been here, this was the first time she'd seen this. It was plain, but yet had an appeal to it. She tilted her head as she stared up at the face, wondering which angel this was.

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'Always go when you know you have done something wrong, always go when you need to get you're mind off of it all' Right, go to some place that has no room for someone like him, what were people thinking. "Go to the Notre Dame de la Garde, why? Why must I go to someplace like this, maybe he will be here I do not know." This sucked and Marcus was once again confused. See the day had started out fine, he had woken up in his small apartment there in Marseille, just a small place that would be good for someone like him, it had everything that he wanted plus a few perks meaning the girls across the hall were hot and well hes been around the bend a few times with them. That was getting old thought, he needed something a little more then a cheep fuck.

That morning he had once again woken up in his bead with two naked girls, life was fair t to him he thought but he was really thinking about life now when he told them to go home now. He sat there on his bed for a good hour, to two hours thinking about what it was he wanted, what it was he needed other then finding and brining his brother back home to father, who just wanted to see him again before he died. Thought Marcus was starting to like it here and he was thinking about settling down here with a good women, someone decent to the family and all. That was when he had heard the knock on the door and got up, but no one was there but a note on the ground telling him where to go for the day.

This had been odd, he wouldn’t normally do things some strange note would say, but it was addressed to him and it was in some interesting writing style so he had to check what ever this was out. So getting up he got showered then got dressed in normal jeans shoes and a black shirt with a bands name across the chest. "Shadows Falls" The bands picture was on there to as he brushed his teeth and mussed up his hair grabbing his car keys and heading out into the real world to hunt down this history. His little Twingo, a small car he had gotten when he was in Spain, it zoomed along the roads at high speeds for itself heading down to where the place was located.

Cussing at everything that was going wrong there, stupid holyday, stupid traffic man his mood was getting worse and worse as the time it took him to get there went on and on. Left then right then left again and another right then another right man the roads were confusing sometimes but at least he knew where he was going and he wasn’t going to get lost. Slamming on his breaks he almost his the yellow VW that had stopped in front of him, cussing a lot he sighed and turned going down to his coffee place he grabbed a cup to go then headed on coming into the parking lot and stopping. There he got out and went into the place looking around.

He wasn’t that into the kid of things that were there but he was polite as he greeted thoughts who passed him and was smiling thought it bothered him. Going into confession he did what he had to do then came out to go look at the things around the church. He wanted to let the mind of his cool off, along with the coffee he had plus well when he had been in there, he had seen a rather pretty girl walk this way and maybe he would be able to find her and talk to her for a moment. He climb the stairs that went up and saw that she was standing there looking at one of the statues, who it was he didn’t know he wasn’t hip on all this stuff. Shrugging and taking a sip of his drink he walked over and stud next to her. "Interesting isn’t it?" Marcus asked her with a sly grin that meant some trouble.