Marcel and Rebekah post for Amat

[howyalikemenow]

[As Marcel walks up with the last bunch of wood to split and finds Rebekah settled in her chair he laugh. The sticks drop as he raises an eyebrow at her.]

Enjoying the show.

[His tone is playful as Marcel grips his shirt and takes it over his head, tossing it towards her. He doesn't want it to get dirty, what would he wear.

Marcel gives her a wink before he sits the first log to brace it. The axe swinging easily as muscles bunch from arms to back, down into his abs. Flexing, shifting as he brings the axe down and splits the piece in half.]

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[complicity]

[Rebekah's offscreen, the device getting a full view of Marcel as he moves around, although her voice is more than audible, amusement clear in her tone. ]

You knew that already. I've always enjoyed watching you work.

[And really, why would anyone turn that down. A hand snags the shirt setting it aside before the screen shifts, showing him shirtless with the axe. ]

[howyalikemenow]

[Marcel's laugh is clear, genuine and it transforms his face with that melt your heart smile as he gives Rebekah a playful wink and flex of those muscles.]

Then don't let me deny you the pleasure.

[He teases before gripping the axe again, another piece split. they may seem long but Marcel was going for the bonfires of their past. Built with a special care, he was glad to do it as a human in that moment. To feel the strain in each muscle group as he made his way through the wood, it was the good parts of the past.

Marcel never caught sight of the device recording him as he raises the axe, chopping and stacking wood with ease.]

[complicity]

[She'd never really realized how much she'd missed that laugh after being exiled from New Orleans, or even more after they'd been driven from the city and she'd thought him dead.

Coming back to find him playing King of the Castle, had been a shock, a not completely unpleasant one, since he was alive, but a shock nonetheless.

And now, he was here, he was relaxed, things were good, and it was frightening in a way nothing had been till this point.

Things had been good before, but that was family. Her brothers, Hayley, it was different. Marcel was something else entirely.

Her fingers hit the button cutting the feed off.]


I don't think you've ever really denied me anything.