Bold Society, Real World Life Sucks

[Harlequime]

Ya I can. But i must talk to Benny first. He doesnt like you very much, He thinks you are a bad influnce. From what I have said.. About you, and this place. Ya... She smiled lightly, and wnated so bad to embrace him again. To kiss him. To love him. She shook her head and stepped away just as her phone rang. She answered it and smirked to Jareth. Letting her eyes stay on his, teh fire was coming back. But very slowly.

Hello.... Ya.... Ya?? Ok.... Ummm... Number 713... Ya.. Ten?? Ok.... Yayayaya.. Bye.. She shook her head. And looked at Jareth. eaning her head on his chest and listening to his heartbeat. Slow and calm. Like him. He said he'll be here in ten. And llectured me. He should be here soon.. Um.. Want to go to living room? she looked up to him but kept her body close. She had missed him, and his warmth.

[bete]

"a bad influence? me? as if." jareth teasingly winked and laughed, knowing that deep in his mind he probably was a bad influence. after all, he had a worst track record than most of the members of the mafia did. not that he was proud of it. ( okay, maybe he was. just a little. ) he watched meo without hesitation as she stepped away, his eyes cool and narrowed. he was back to normal- well, mostly. there would forever be that hint of something broken, the hint that jareth could never be the same, no matter what. meo hung up, and as she leaned his head against his chest, right where the scar ran jaggedly beneath the fabric of his shirt, he was certain that she was listening to his heart beat. it was steady, never faltering, never betraying his emotions. it hardly did. she looked up at him, his arms wrapping around hers smoothly as he shook his head. "no. i don't. we should talk, meo. mars can welcome... benny in." he paused at benny's name, uncertain on how to say it. he didn't hate benny, but he wasn't sure how he was supposed to react to meo's current boyfriend. speaking of boyfriend- he stepped back from meo, enough that they would have to separate from each other.

[Harlequime]

Ya.. well.. When he found me, I wasn't to good. And he kinda blamed it on you. I was.. Well I was upset so I didn't say otherwise. I figured you hated me and we would never see each other again anyways. She looked away sadly. She always hated remebering the past. And all the shit. And the pain. And... Well everything. She sighed and stared at him. Nodding to his statement, but questioning what to talk about. She really didn't care about anything anymore. Benny was out of the picture. And he knew he would be. And She just didn't care. She should.. Man am I a bitch.. She thought to herself. A frown appearing at the small thought and him stepping away. She turned around and walked ot her bed. Stashing everything back into the box and setting it on her nightstand. Maybe thats what he wanted to talk about. Her.. Habits.. Ya fuck my life She looked at him forlornly and patted next to her. So, What do you wanna talk about? Yes she could've just blurted out what she thought it was. She could've even worded that better. But she let it go. She just wanted him.. And If there was something stopping him she would try and change it. She had to. Not just for him but for her sanity. She couldn't take loosing him again. And she refused to live through that. Well, live through it again at least.

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Feet appeare don the ground. And a car door was slammed. The music that ahd been blaring just moments ago now sient as the night. Eyes went down the street. Reading numbers and stopping on the one he needed. Rain was pelting him and His hair was now soaked. Teh rest of his body was protected by a thick leather overcoat. The chill form the city stood noi chance in penetrating it.

He began to walk. Footsteps now the only sound. Beats across the filthy ground. A Beat that was happpy as well as anxious. You could tell it was anxious. it was also veyr fast. Echoes wnet flying around as a fist hit the door to where she had said it was. He hoped she wasn't lying. She had done that before. Alot ttruthfully. She never told him all of it. So naturally he was lost as to why she was there. In this district and in this house again.

He shook his head and let long agile fingers ring out some of the water. A smile lit up his face and he leaned against the door frame. Waiting, how he always did when it came to meo, to know the real reason for all this.

[bete]

he didn't quite know what to say to her comment about why benny hated him; was he supposed to nod and agree with her, or was he supposed to tell her that he never hated her and that he felt so guilty for driving her away. everytime that he could he asked around, watched, found meo in the city- he never said anything, never bothered to try and let her know he was watching, but he did it because he couldn't stand not seeing her. head over heels; just like he had been with raab. but he learned, he learned the hard way what a broken heart could do to you; for the first few days he was a mess, for the first few weeks he was sloppy with work. it was on a thurday, a week after meo left and izzy was contemplating leaving that jareth finally slipped and got his ass handed to him by some punks in an alley. for the first time in a while, jareth's face met the cement, and he was the one being spit on. ever since then he sewed that gaping hole meo's disparture had left, trying desperately through anger, fighting, and robbing banks to try and keep izzy and raab's departure from affecting him the same way. he was cold, inside and out, dead to all that he had once called dear. including emotions. uncluding love. the only person he could ever possibly and confidently admit that he loved was xiamar, and that was because she stuck through everything, listened to him, and kept him in check; she wasn't afraid of him, no matter how many times he'd hit her, broke a bone on her body, and had to stich her up after being the cause of another one of her wounds. and now, now that love for meo was rising up against his battered heart, and it was hard to let it near. he didn't want to, didn't think he could stand it- but he tried, only because it was meo, and as much as he was in denial and didn't want to admit it, his love was even stronger for her than before. she patted the spot beside her, and he sat down, his weight making the bed dip further, pressing jareth's leg against meo's. for a moment, he stared at the way their legs touched, before slowly drawing away, his skin begging for the warmth of her own again, but his heart telling him it wouldn't be smart to get so involved so fast. "where did you go, meo?" he asked quite simply, his gaze lifting to meet her own; there was concern in those dark eyes- but one could never be sure of exactly what jareth was feeling. he knew full well where she had gone, but she didn't.

meanwhile, mars was busy getting herself a fresh cup of hot chocolate when the door was being knocked- or pounded- on. she shouted at the top of her lungs while quickly pouring some of the hot chocolate she made in a large cooler which kept it hot ( which was enough to serve an army ) into another mug and carried the two mugs to the door. one for her, and one for the stranger behind the door. she peeked out through the eyehole of the door, seeing benny's face distorted by the glass hole- he looked harmless enough. handsome, too; must be meo's boy toy. she opened the door while balancing the two mugs in one hand by the handles, practically yelling at meo's eye candy, "well, hurry up and get inside, you'll catch your fucking death out there!" once he was safely inside she forced the mug into his hands and stripped him of his leather trench coat silmultaneously. how mars managed to move so quick, nobody will ever know. she hung the overcoat in the closet ( yes, jareth made a front closet, one of those fancy kinds that seem endless ). then she turned to face him, overcoatless and with a mug in his hand, running her eyes over him imploringly. at first, it seemed as though she were checking him out, but then she spoke and it was clear she wasn't ( or was she? ), "mmm, baby, i don't know how you managed to stay so dry." she realized her manners and held out her hand so that she could shake his should he offer his own, "i'm xiamar vilagilmente, but everyone in this city calls me mars." no doubt he'd heard of her.

[Harlequime]

He watched there legs separate. The touch lingering. It wasn’t enough. Her eyes slowly went up his body. Staying on his chest. She remembered the scar. What did you do? Her hand delicately pressed to where the scar was. Hidden beneath his clothes. Her eyes kept going up and a new fire ignited at his neck. She remembered the marks that Raab had left last time she saw him. She also remembered the ones Izzy had form her. She felt a sting of pain and instantly wanted a hit. That kept away the pain. The sorrow. The hurt. It kept everything far far away. And left just joy. Overwhelming joy. She felt her lips quiver in lust. She heard his words. Her eyes moved up farther. Hand staying on his chest and the pressure increasing. Her eyes finally locked on his. downhill baby. she smirked. Her eyes burning. But what emotion they were burning with was quite unknown to everyone, even her. She analyzed him, wishing she knew what he was thinking. And then she sighed. A deep sigh, one of those sighs you here when people finally let go of life. I went downhill. And didn’t stop there. I went far far far down baby. And I can’t find the way up. Even though I had voices calling to me. I dunno where I am, But I know where I was, and this is a little better. I went downhill baby. And I think Im stuck there… A tear was welling in her eye, and it slowly began its decent down her cheek. The road was rough, but I didn’t care. It was just a could scrapes and tears. Nothing compared to a broken heart. She felt another tear following a different trail, and stopping at the corner of her lip. She left it there, and looked back up to his eyes. Her heart coming undone as she left herself open for him to see. As she put herself out there again. Knowing full well if she got hurt this time, she wouldn’t even make it to the end of the pier. She let her hand loosen the grip it grip it had gained on his tee-shirt, and it slid into her lap as her head and eyes slip down, to gaze at the ground, and hide her tears as the finally broke free. She began to cry, cry hard. Her body racked with sobs, but it was silent. She wouldn’t let mars know she was crying again. She didn’t even want Jareth to know she was crying, though she couldn’t exactly hide it now.

Hello Mars. His voice was rough, and deep. If he sang he could probably be a scruffier version of Rod Stewart. He glanced her over but let nothing come into his eyes. Is Meloni here? He was the only one to use her full name. He knew she hated it. But if he was going to be just a toy, a safety blanket for her, he’d have fun with it. Why not? Not like she could hurt him. Not when he had what she wanted. What she convinced herself that she needed to survive. [b] Oh, Where are my manners,[b] A hand was extended to her, [b] I’m Bartholomew Benjamin Baites, or Benny[b] He smiled, his white teeth gleamed almost as much as his snake bites. He let the cup stay in his hand, though he felt no thirst for the chocolate liquid. He felt no real urge for anything except to get Meo away before she got hurt again. Though eh knew, form her voice, that this was not going to happen. ever

[bete]

he didn't want to answer meo's question, so he didn't. he placed his hand over hers and squeezed it gently before letting go. she didn't need to know. she spoke, and he knew what she meant; he couldn't say that he'd felt that exact way, but my, how it seemed to match his own spiral downwards. was it fate that had them so broken and torn, and now at each others' feet? or was it simply the way of the city?- the streets that swallow you, chew you, spit you out, and then swallow you eagerly again. she began to cry, and jareth grew still, watching her pull away, watching the sobs wrack her body. his arm slipped around her shoulders, pulling her in gently to rest against his chest as he kissed her forehead. he tilted her face up to him with a firm touch, smoothing away the tears that kept falling. "there was this one night, meo," he whispered it softly, his grip loosening on her as he sighed. he didn't usually think about the night, let alone talk about it. even mars kept pretty quiet about it. it was as if it never happened. but it did. and god, jareth could only pretend it never happened and pretend to forget. "it was a night that i realized how alone i was. i only had mars, and everyone else was gone because of me... and i... i tried to kill myself..." his dark eyes were clouded and his sultry voice was decadently rich with pain, "i tried to cut out my heart, because i truly believed it was what had ruined my life... but mars saved me... she stopped the bleeding, cleaned the wound, stitched me up, and nursed me back to health for a few months until i could finally walk without crying." he tried to smile, looking away from meo and staring at the wall. "and now i have this scar to add to the rest of the ugly lot, all because i thought a knife could fix all my problems. so i know what you mean... i'm still going downhill too, darling."

my, was benny a gentleman. mars blinked at meo's full name, smiling as she prepared to launch into a full answer about why benny couldn't exactly see her right now, but then benny seemed to remember his manners. she took his hand and shook it gently, not holding it for too long; last time she held a man's hand for more than five seconds, she had found herself against a wall with his hot breath in her ear. it was no surprise that she pulled her hand away quickly; but her smile was warm, and her impossibly dark eyes warmer. "you sell a little bit north of here, don't you? i hear your the one to go to for the best fix of heroin." leave it to mars to try and scope out the competition. she realized then that he might not want to talk drugs when he was really looking for meo, so she continued quickly so that he had no time to reply, "meo's talking with jareth right now, so... either you can barge in and claim your princess, or wait until they're finished. i'd suggest waiting, because jareth can be a real bitch when people disturb him." she didn't say it so that benny would feel threatened, she said it simply because she was mars, and mars told the honest-to-god truth more than she needed to. she turned away from benny so that he wouldn't have to deal with her longer than he had to, and found a cozy spot on the couch again, watching the fireplace with those large eyes.

[Harlequime]

Her body was limp as he pulled it close. The sorrow had torn away all the strength that the heroin had given her. And she was left like some rag doll. Which she honestly was now. Meo had become a rag doll. A victim of rape, abuse, self mutilation. But she wouldn’t tell Jareth. He could never know about that night. She didn’t know what eh would do. Anything had to be better then what Benny did. He laughed. Said she deserved for what she did. For where she worked. But Benny was right. It was bound to happen. Just Meo was always able to take scare of herself before all this happened. Before she left, before her mind and heart gave up on life. She heard him speak and forced the sobs to stop raking her body. The tears continued and the tears fell fast and hard. Meo felt him pause, her hazel eyes wide as she tried to blink away the tears caught in her long eyelashes. She looked at him. Her eyes burning, smoldering. Lust. Love. Loneliness. You name it. It was there. Her breath caught. His words settled into her mind and a strength came and she wrapped her arms around him tightly and tears fell. She squeezed him close, and tears still fell. ” I’m sorry. I am so so sorry. If.. I shouldn’t. It wasn’t… I’m sorry.. I ruined everything. “ She cried into his chest and kissed where his heart was softly. “I think I should go.. I can’t hurt you again.. And…. I dunno. FUCK! I dunno what to do Jareth.. I’m so sorry..” She was crying harder and trying so hard to stop. She needed to stop so she could leave quietly with Benny and go back to work. She shouldn’t be here. Ruining the piece. He most definitely did not need her sorry ass around. Especially now with all the shit she’s on. Bad bad idea. She’d hurt. She’d be the one cutting out his heart now. Im so sorry. I shouldn’t have came back.. “ She whispered into his chest as she finally managed to slow her tears. At least a little bit slower.

Uh, Ya I sell.. But I had to cut back. A lot of busts are happening now. Only old reliable customers now you know? He nodded to her and looked to the hallway. Debating. ‘She shouldn’t be in there. He’ll just fuck her up more.’ He was not happy with this. But he knew he’d have to deal with a pissy Meo if he went in there. He gave a throaty Sigh and sat down away from Mars. You know what they are talking about? I don’t exactly feel… Good about this situation.” He gave a soft smile and returned to glaring down the hallway. Getting more angered by the minute. Though ngetting angry isn’t hard when your trying to quit. And when you’ve drank a lot. Meo was supposed to be quitting, but he knew she lied. He knew she still did it way more then she should. Hell thankfully she had her own needles or she’d be fucked. And not in the good way.

[bete]

she cried, and for a moment, jareth was taken aback. time seemed to slow, those tears seemed to fall like crystalline feathers. and he watched such emotion, such need, and such confusion as one might watch the rain pour- objective. and then it hit him, the grip of her embrace, the force of her sobs, the tone of her cries. her words. but already, she had calmed down and it was then that jareth spoke, his hand running smoothly through her damp hair. "shhh..." soothing, and calm, coming from the lips of a man never so calm himself. and yet, for meo, he managed- he would always manage- to find a way to push his own turmoil emotions aside. he shifted so that she fit more neatly into his body, his arms wrapping around her as he rubbed her back softly, as one might do to comfort a frightened child. "stay, please, meo. i don't want you to leave me again." his jaws clenched, and he struggled not to say more, lest he ruin the moment. instead, those dark eyes closed, his lips finding the time to place a gentle kiss on the top of meo's head. "stay with me."

mars wasn't exactly sure how to feel about benny, and now she was having second thoughts about letting him in. he was sending bad vibes, despite the soft smile that had lingered on those devilish lips- it was the glare sent down the hallway that let her know that if benny were to get mad, perhaps she shouldn't be in the room. i've had to deal with enough angry men as it is today- i don't need another one in my own house. her gaze had drifted to the fireplace as her feet had taken her to a couch farthest away from benny- it seemed like the man wanted his space, and so she'd given it. but at the sound of his voice her gaze slowly raised to trap itself on him, and those full lips parted as if to speak. but nothing came out. she hesitated, because suddenly mars wasn't sure what to say. her first instinct was to be honest, but upon second thought, she wasn't so sure this stranger could handle the information. not if he was attached in any way to meo. those delicious suddenly curved in a smile, her dark eyes narrowing as well. "i know exactly what they're talking about, baby. and let me tell you- i feel good about it." the smile faded, and those usually innocent feature shifted into something enchantingly dark, "you could always find out for yourself." come on, mars. don't tease the poor boy.

[Harlequime]

I love you. I don’t wanna leave.. But I don’t wanna hurt you no more.. that’s all I seem to be doing. Benny is out there now and I am about to break his heart.. Just like you broke mine and I broke yours. I just dunno if this is smart baby. She looked up him. Wishing with all her might that he would give and insight as to how he was feeling about all this. her, Benny, heroin, Life, Having her back? Breakdown too, Show me what you feel… Stop being such a statue She let her head fall.. It hung down limply.. but quite suddenly in perked up. She let her hand cup his face. holding his eyes to hers whether he looked or not. She held him there. Steadily. Her hands slightly pulled him closer, inch by inch, until there lips were but a hairs breath away. I love you, Jareth Godd Forsette Then she moved her face so their lips were toughing, and her hands became vice locks as she moved her mouth against his so passionately, so loving, so unusual. She had never kissed like this.. Never sweetly..

You didn’t have to pick up her pieces… That was all he said as he kept his eyes, growing more and more sorrowful by the second, gaze at the closed door. Listening for any sign of her sorrow. Hearing her cry and involuntarily clenching his fists. I don’t care if Im just the rebound, I will kill you if you fuck with her… His mind was raging. Fire burning deep in its most hidden cracks. I don’t like it… She’s just gonna get hurt again.. Its already fucking impossible to get her to slow down.. She’s never gonna quit that shit.. He refused to remember how it was his fault she’d started. How he had hurt her. How he had let her kept rapped and put in ICU for two weeks. How he had just yelled at her for being dumb. Not that it wasn’t true. He was still supposed to protect her and tell her everything was going to be okay. Who knew if that saying was true. His eyes finally fell down and he looked to the ground. This whole situation sucks Damn it. he muttered as he let his gaze look to the fire. To mars. Sorrow showing through, no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

[bete]

she spoke and spoke- the words melted into his mind like fragrant wax, a lingering, cinnamon scent both spicy and soothing; smart? jareth was smart, and what jareth had so intelligently realized was that being apart did nothing but hurt the either of them more. who was he to subject meo to sorrow, to depression, to a life without true love. he watched her head fall, ready to cup her cheek and lift it again, but then she raised it suddenly- and he watched just as eagerly as before. she cupped his face, and slowly their lips neared each other, a tempting distance, one that he longed to close. "then don't... don't leave me. stay. because i love you, too." the words were hardly finished before her lips pressed against him, an eager embrace that he returned with passionate vigor. eyes closed as his fingers lightly spread on her back, his other hand reaching up to cup her cheek. was that the answer then? a kiss? a kiss to signify the true desire to stay, to linger in each other's arms until the sun became a supernova and swallowed the earth whole.

pick up her pieces? mars nearly growled, her body growing taut and angry; they had every right to 'pick up her pieces', after all, she had been their friend, their family- she had been the closest thing to a sister mars could have. and yet the fiery latina was able to control herself, fists clenching the more benny spoke. was he truly so pessimistic about mars? shouldn't a man who claimed to love her show a bit more faith- breathe, mars, breathe. but it was that gaze, that sorrow, it got to her. she inhaled deeply, exhaled, brought herself up off the couch. she moved towards benny, and excellent display of curves, damp clothing, and wet, curly hair. before him she knelt, her hand resting gently on his knees. "why are you here, then, benjamin? if this is how you show her you love her, by showing up and spouting pessimistic and grim thoughts of her future- i can see why she left you." the last was a low whisper as mars stared up at the other, eyes narrowed and a single brow arched in silent question. she would not have this man polluting her house with such vile negativity.

[Harlequime]

She pulled away. Ever so slightly. Staring into his eyes. Fire. Her eyes were full of fire. He body was combusting with feelings. emotions. She could barely contain herself. Her heart was an inferno of love, hate, lust, sex…. sex…. That’s what she was thinking. sex Her heart was burning with love and lust. Her brain was aching for comfort. Her soul, her soul was so obliterated in the conflagration of all these emotions that had sprouted out of nothing. They had not been here before. They just appeared and took her other. Controlled her. I love you. So much. So much it hurts. and the whole time I was in the hospital all I thought about was you. Was how I loved you. Trusted you. Believed you. How you’d never let it happen. And I thought about what did happen, what I did.. To us. And I am sorry. I truly am with all my heart. You are my soul, my heart, my love. I will never leave.. Unless you ask me to. I am sorry I ever did… She stared at him. her fire never ending. Her tears had completely stopped falling and a joy was sweeping there every orifice of her body.

because I have to be. I don’t want to be here. I hate that I am here. I hate the feelings I have. I have no reason for them and she does not feel them back. but if I left her, if I left her and something happened again, I’d die. I’d go out side and walk into the first fast car I found. The first semi. I’d walk off the closest building, over pass. Anything that was high enough to destroy everything about me. I love her, I just hate loving her. I wish I didn’t. But she has that effect. you know her better then I do. you know how she is, one wink, one flutter of her lashes, one kiss. Your hooked. She worse then some of the shit I sell. And that’s why I am here. Not because I want to be. Not because I think she’s coming home with me. Not because I think she loves me. But because I have to be. Because I love her. He stopped talking. His eyes so deep and so sorrowful. It was heart breaking. He probably would’ve cried if he could’ve. If his hate of his feelings wasn’t there blocking the emotions from expressing themselves. I’m sorry… I…. I shouldn’t have said any of that.. I’ll leave as soon as I know she’s ok.