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His project was left behind so that he could answer the call. It didn’t come as a surprise to be surrounded by many he didn’t know as he got there. He wouldn’t even be surprised if he was the last to have shown up. He even expected most to wonder where this multi-colored hybrid had suddenly shown up from. It wasn’t that Marik was against social engagements, quite the contrary actually, but the boy had just been busying himself with other things. Like trips to Halifax in order to get some things that his brother wanted and time spent in the forest so that he could make something for his brother. Oh yes, Marik was certainly dedicated to his slightly older sibling. And despite his flirting and teasing and such there really wasn’t anything going on between him and Cotl. It had happened once but his brother had freaked and so it hadn’t come close to ever happening again. Granted intoxicants were involved in that situation. Marik was just a hands on sort of guy and in this place his brother was the only one that he could freely touch so far. This limitation gave others the wrong impression. Plus Marik’s choice of joking words. But of course none of that was new for Cotl seeing as Marik kept up that sort of dialogue when they were alone together too. But his brother knew better than to take it seriously. It was something that the others would have to learn over time as well.
Marik arrive at the gathering and immediately went over to be near his brother. He gave a pat to Maschine’s next as he took his place next to his sibling’s side. If others had thought Cotl was short then Marik would at least provide his brother with the appearance of some sort of height since he lacked an inch of what his brother had. Yet being short had never prevented him from finding lovers. It was probably that cuddly aspect that drew them in. Ah ha, but then Marik noticed Anselm was around too. The hybrid just couldn’t help himself and offered the higher ranked male a grin and a wink as he moved to rest his head against his brother’s shoulder. It wasn’t as showy as it had been before but still he couldn’t help but to try to push a few buttons. Marik would be the first to admit that he was a deviant. But unlike the others out there like him he did know what no meant, or nein, and respected that. He would keep hands off but it didn’t stop his mouth. He would still tease and flirt, still hope for interest to be garnered but he wouldn’t actually push the subject. Just ask Cotl. Sure, he flirted with his brother (either because no one else was around or because there were and he was trying to freak them out as he had with Anselm) but Cotl knew better than to take any of it seriously. You could say it was Marik’s own little tick. Something that he did and couldn’t help but to do. He had his own batch of problems, those that differed from Cotl. Cotl’s was obvious whereas Marik’s wasn’t so much. He expressed them outwardly like his brother did but only those around him constantly would learn that it was something he couldn’t turn off.
He stood amongst the gathering, cuddled up to his brother for as long as Cotl would allow it to be seen in public. His attention shifted though. He wasn’t concentrating on the words so much as he was studying those that were gathered there. How could he be expected to listen when there were so many yummy bodies packed together in one place. He was a male. He had needs. Needs that hadn’t been met since the boat ride to Canada. For him it was getting to the point that it was starting to cause him physical pain to go without. So of course his mind was elsewhere. And being as shameless as he was he openly checked out his pack mates. What? It wasn’t like no one else in the world suffered from lust. And well, words of war didn’t interest him. Though his brother’s yelling had forced him to focus.
He had nothing to say though. He wasn’t a fighter as had been stated earlier. Okay well, he didn’t fight outside of the bedroom at least. After all his Meister had been the one to teach him that detail of fighting. If it was a war in the sheets then Marik would be all over it. As for actual combat… he just lacked the passion that everyone else was showing. Still he would be the good little minion, as he had been under his parents’s watch at home, and do his part. He simply hadn’t a strong interest in it. But that wasn’t to say he wouldn’t do his best. Marik refused to give anything but his best, even in things that didn’t interest him.
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Marik had been messing in the forest again, working on his brother’s present. But that would have to wait as a cry rang out over the land. He had no idea who it was. But then again it wasn’t like he knew anyone except Cotl. Though he did have a brief encounter with Maschine and Anselm. The former seemed to accept him while the latter had turned tail and ran from him. Well, perhaps not exactly like that but he had managed to make Anselm uncomfortable upon a first meeting. Not that Marik wasn’t already used to that much. He was away from Germany. Out from under his Vater’s expectations. Now he could act as shamelessly as he wished. He didn’t have to hide his interests anymore. Those here didn’t know him. Didn’t know that he was supposed to be acting like the perfect son. Not that he had exactly done that in Germany either. Only when he was around his parents and sisters. Only his brother knew him as the deviant he was. Only his brother knew that his scarring wasn’t from fighting. Marik wasn’t much of a fighter. He was a lover. A rough lover. While it wasn’t his brother’s thing Cotl hadn’t shunned him for it as the rest of the family would have should they have known.His project was left behind so that he could answer the call. It didn’t come as a surprise to be surrounded by many he didn’t know as he got there. He wouldn’t even be surprised if he was the last to have shown up. He even expected most to wonder where this multi-colored hybrid had suddenly shown up from. It wasn’t that Marik was against social engagements, quite the contrary actually, but the boy had just been busying himself with other things. Like trips to Halifax in order to get some things that his brother wanted and time spent in the forest so that he could make something for his brother. Oh yes, Marik was certainly dedicated to his slightly older sibling. And despite his flirting and teasing and such there really wasn’t anything going on between him and Cotl. It had happened once but his brother had freaked and so it hadn’t come close to ever happening again. Granted intoxicants were involved in that situation. Marik was just a hands on sort of guy and in this place his brother was the only one that he could freely touch so far. This limitation gave others the wrong impression. Plus Marik’s choice of joking words. But of course none of that was new for Cotl seeing as Marik kept up that sort of dialogue when they were alone together too. But his brother knew better than to take it seriously. It was something that the others would have to learn over time as well.
Marik arrive at the gathering and immediately went over to be near his brother. He gave a pat to Maschine’s next as he took his place next to his sibling’s side. If others had thought Cotl was short then Marik would at least provide his brother with the appearance of some sort of height since he lacked an inch of what his brother had. Yet being short had never prevented him from finding lovers. It was probably that cuddly aspect that drew them in. Ah ha, but then Marik noticed Anselm was around too. The hybrid just couldn’t help himself and offered the higher ranked male a grin and a wink as he moved to rest his head against his brother’s shoulder. It wasn’t as showy as it had been before but still he couldn’t help but to try to push a few buttons. Marik would be the first to admit that he was a deviant. But unlike the others out there like him he did know what no meant, or nein, and respected that. He would keep hands off but it didn’t stop his mouth. He would still tease and flirt, still hope for interest to be garnered but he wouldn’t actually push the subject. Just ask Cotl. Sure, he flirted with his brother (either because no one else was around or because there were and he was trying to freak them out as he had with Anselm) but Cotl knew better than to take any of it seriously. You could say it was Marik’s own little tick. Something that he did and couldn’t help but to do. He had his own batch of problems, those that differed from Cotl. Cotl’s was obvious whereas Marik’s wasn’t so much. He expressed them outwardly like his brother did but only those around him constantly would learn that it was something he couldn’t turn off.
He stood amongst the gathering, cuddled up to his brother for as long as Cotl would allow it to be seen in public. His attention shifted though. He wasn’t concentrating on the words so much as he was studying those that were gathered there. How could he be expected to listen when there were so many yummy bodies packed together in one place. He was a male. He had needs. Needs that hadn’t been met since the boat ride to Canada. For him it was getting to the point that it was starting to cause him physical pain to go without. So of course his mind was elsewhere. And being as shameless as he was he openly checked out his pack mates. What? It wasn’t like no one else in the world suffered from lust. And well, words of war didn’t interest him. Though his brother’s yelling had forced him to focus.
He had nothing to say though. He wasn’t a fighter as had been stated earlier. Okay well, he didn’t fight outside of the bedroom at least. After all his Meister had been the one to teach him that detail of fighting. If it was a war in the sheets then Marik would be all over it. As for actual combat… he just lacked the passion that everyone else was showing. Still he would be the good little minion, as he had been under his parents’s watch at home, and do his part. He simply hadn’t a strong interest in it. But that wasn’t to say he wouldn’t do his best. Marik refused to give anything but his best, even in things that didn’t interest him.