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open to: m/f/nb; 18+ Muse: Marius Northall, 26, bisexual and non committal Plot: your muse and Marius have hooked up (once, twice, as many as you'd like), he's never made it clear what's going on with your muse because in his mind it's just sex. But your muse decides to question it. @indiestarter
"Sorry?" Marius just chuckled as he grabbed his clothes to get dressed, "Well, yeah, I gotta go. I have work, so I can't exactly stay here," he shook his head as he turned away, pulling his pants on.
Open to: anyone, 18+
Muse: Marius Northall, 26, bisexual, line chef, born in the UK but has lived in the US for a little while now
Connection: friend, coworker, anything familiar the world is your oyster @indiestarter
"No, really, I don't get it!" Marius could only laugh, forcing him to set his drink back down on the table, "And I've seen it in person too. Anytime I mention living with Mum the other person just gets weird about it. Like... What is that? Do people here hate their mums or something here? Is that normal?"
open to: m/f/nb; 18+ Muse: Marius Northall, 26, bisexual and non committal Connection: friend, coworker, fwb, date, acquaintance, whatever strikes your fancy, romantic or platonic, anything goes here @indiestarter
"D'you know what they say about couples who wait until after Valentines day to break up?" Marius gave a little smile, turning his head to them from where he had been staring at the ceiling, "That the one who was brassed off was just a gold digger. Makes sense if you think about it. Personally, I've never even made it to Valentines."
"What the hell was in that?" Marius just laughed, "I don't mean to be a food snob, but something in there is absolutely gone sour."
OPEN TO ANYONE - F/M/NB
❝ Sundays are meant for long drives to nowhere, ❞ was what you’d said to me as I argued playfully with you about whether we should stay in bed or go out. ❝ Fine. You win. But only if you drive and we get food immediately after, ❞ I replied, digit poking into your chest. You laughed at me, but agreed. After dressing for the warm weather, we held hands as we ran out to your car, me giggling as I hopped over the door, landing in the passenger seat. You started the engine as I set up the music. Boys of Summer began to blast throughout the car as we rolled along, the breeze blowing through our hair. One look over at you and my heart began to race. Moving across the front seat, I placed a hand on your shoulder as I looked right into your eyes. This was it - the moment I realized I had fallen in love with you.