It's Okay, Don't Apologize

Mars Bartholomew Russo · 10-04-2012, 04:06 PM

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Word Count → 606 :: It's been awhile since Bart and Mars had an argument.

It's ironic when she screams my name and begs for more,
It's really sick, I have to tell you she's a 'Crazy Bitch'
I like the way she rides this dick

Mars had been in his house yelling at himself again. Orin and Svet had been out, and Mars had stayed behind because he was having an argument with his imaginary friends. Bartholomew was retaliating though to the point where Mars wanted to just kill himself and get this all over with. They fought over what the body was doing tonight. Mars wanted to stay in, play with his daughter, and be with his mate while Bartholomew needed the body to go celebrate Krystalle's birthday. Mars realized that it was important that Bartholomew goes to tend to Krystalle, if he wanted to make sure that Krystalle stayed around, but Mars wasn't so sure he wanted Krystalle around anymore, which was why he was arguing with Bart about it. There were snarls and curses flying in the air as Bartholomew finally snapped and tackled Mars to the ground and started to hit him. FUCK YOU MARS. I'M TAKING THE BODY! snarled Bartholomew as he finally got Mars to back off and he was able to control the movements of the body that they both lived inside of. He sighed happily once he was able to control the body, and he got dressed in his finest clothes. His white leather jacket hugged his muscular frame and he wore Mars' white skinny jeans to match. He put on Mars' black fedora, and he slipped on Mars' black scarf as well before he left the house.

It was uncharacteristically chilly on this May afternoon. It was refreshing though, and he enjoyed that it was chilly. He took the pathway to Krystalle's residence next door and he looked into the house to see his son playing on the guitar that he had given to him, and Paz dancing and singing with her brother. The two were artisans, that was for sure, but Bartholomew would never let them go back to the pack of Artisans, nor would Mars. There was trouble there, and even Bart wasn't going to let the two be subjected to the trouble once more. Where's your mother? asked Bartholomew, his accent thick and it was audible over the music that the two made. They paused to look at their father and realized that it was not Mars, but Bartholomew. They were old enough to start realizing the differences between Mars and Bartholomew. For instance, Mars never wore the white leather jacket, while Bart was known for it. Bart also had a Californian accent, while Mars had no particular accent at all. She went down to the pier, Bart. Amon spoke to him, and Bart nodded his head before heading out.

He took the short way to the pier, figuring that Krystalle might take the long way. He wanted to be the one waiting for her, not the other way around. He ran, and as he ran, he held onto his hat with his hand and he took long strides. Sooner or later he was there, and it seemed that his shortcut was not short enough because they both made it down to the pier around the same time. Bartholomew smiled as he saw the woman approaching and he gave a bark to her. Happy birthday, Krystalle! called the male as he trotted up to her and once he was close he searched his pockets for her gift. Where is it? he asked himself before he found the thing he was looking for. Aha! Here it is. he spoke before he held out his hand for her to place her hand in his. M'lady? he asked with a charming smile on his lips.

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