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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.

"One and done would have been two ones ago, love," Marius could only chuckle, not paying as much mind to Daniel now as he focused on the buttons on his shirt. It wasn't until Daniel spoke again that he looked up, giving the other a truly incredulous look, "Is that right? Well, if you're able to get up and walk again, then... be my guest."

Marius maintained a cocky smile, feeling pretty good about himself and his performance, as he turned to grab his jacket. "Look, mate, I think you've lost the plot a bit. Yeah, I'm not paying you, but you're the one who called me. So, honestly? You're welcome."

@intonightcity || xxx

The look on Marius's face shifted to a confused one, though he continued to smile even as the taller man glared down at him, "Funny, because you didn't seem to think me so small when you were begging for it. Or is that just a part of your act?" his eyes followed Daniel, even as he started to dress himself, "Yeah, we both know your work is best done lying down, isn't it?"

He shook his head, stepping back as he moved to retreat his bag with his wallet and his keys before turning back to Daniel with a shrug, "You're right. Who knows? Maybe they'll promote me immediately so I'll get to clean the bathrooms as well. Would surely be great!"

"Look, if you're that into me, you can just be honest. Because really," he raised an eyebrow as he slung the strap of his bag over his shoulder, giving Daniel a quick look over, "this petty attitude is not a good look for you. And you've barely got anything left for that, don't you?"

@intonightcity || xxx

Work of God, riiight. Marius couldn't tell what was more sad, the fact that Daniel seemed to think he's was God's gift to men or that he was so proud to get paid for that. He had to guess there was some pride to be had to be an adult film star, but it felt odd even to admit that. But that was probably just due to the fact that this "God in human form" was so angry just because he wasn't the heartbreaker.

"Say what you want, Danny," Marius just smirked, shrugging as he took his wallet out and thumbed through it, "But I know. Listen, you can call me any time you feel tired of being told who to sleep with and how. I promise I'll keep it interesting for you!" He called after him, ending with a laugh.

"Chef Boyardee, that's a good one," he took a couple twenties out and left them on the bed for housekeeping, "Cheers to that." Once he was presentable again, he headed back out to the lobby, catching one last glimpse of Daniel as he headed towards the doors, "Oi! Daniel! Try and get some rest, yeah? You look like you're a few winks shy of beauty sleep." Marius could only laugh, pushing out of the door before letting Daniel answer.

@intonightcity || xxx

"Do you see this face? It's the literal work of God himself. Born and sculpted to grace every boy's wet dream. And I get paid for it all." Daniel made his fame being in the adult film industry. He paved the way for a specific genre for Archibald Tumblety. The gothic horror p.orn. A niche in this world of debauchery and glam they live in. What else can they afford to thrive on in this city? Are they going to fall back on commerce and grease pit diners? "Marius you might be in a five star restaurant but you're a one star lay." Three times says otherwise but he's had enough. Just as the other man is doing, the entertainer chose to grab his wallet, checking that everything was still in tact. Each and every time he had the habit because his credit cards have been stolen before. After three rendezvous one would think that wasn't going to happen but he's too agitated to think. "Pardon me dear. I've got work to do. Proper without the backtalk. Cause sometimes you just open your mouth a little too much for me to care. That only works if you're kneeling." With a harsh smile, he stepped past him, grabbing his shoes on the way without any decency to put them on before leaving this hotel room. "Don't come crawling to me another time, Chef Boyardee." @stvrlyte -|- prev

Marius paused, taking a moment to listen to him, hear the hurt in Garrett's voice. He was upset, of course. It wasn't like Marius really called him just to talk, but he figured at least the other would have caught on to what this was. Exchanging a sigh, he slipped his arms into his shirt and left it to hang open.

"What would you like me to say? The truth? That yeah, that's all this ever really was and, quite frankly, the fact you haven't said anything before now was... Well, I guess I just thought we were on the same page with this," Marius just shrugged as he started to button the shirt, though keeping his eyes on Garrett, " 'S not like I have ever asked of anything more from you."

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All he could do was take a breath and slowly exhale. This wasn't a conversation he wanted. Not right now, and honestly not ever. In his mind, all he could see was the mistakes of his past and how they affected the one he cared about before. Garrett just reminded him of that time. He was too good for someone like Marius.

"Garry... Listen," still only half dressed, he stepped closer to him again, standing close so he could speak lower, "You don't want this, you don't want me. I'm not worth the effort. All glitz and no glamour, you know?" He flashed a little sardonic smile, "You are... Amazing. And you should never forget that. But I don't deserve you. You don't know me, the things I've done. ...best keep it that way, yeah?"

@bitsandpiecesindie || xxx

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."

"Dolphin Inn?" Marius looked this man over, his head tilting to the side a bit. He stood up straight from where he had been leaning against the wall of the restaurant, taking advantage of the few short breaks he got, and could only shrug, "Sorry, mate. I haven't really been here long enough to get a good lay of the land here."

Sure, he and his mother had moved there from the UK at least 5 years prior, but it still didn't feel like enough time to memorize an entire city. He gave a slight smile, moving a step closer to the man, "Do you need a cab or something? I imagine they know the city better than I would. At least I would hope they do," his little joke led into a chuckle.

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Muse: Steve R.

For who: M / F / NB 【Any connection Welcome】

Plot: Steve travels too a new city and....he gets lost. Like REALLY lost. The former captain has no clue which way his hotel is, its getting dark, and his phone is deader than dead. So he swallows his pride and stops [Your Muse] for some help.

@indiestarter

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"Hey! I.....Don't mean to bother you but I'm looking for the Hotel on main street? I think its called....like Dolphin inn or something. I really have no clue where I'm going." The man gives a nervous chuckle

Stuck on dishwashing duty after a particularly busy brunch, Marius felt his mind practically melting away into slush. The busy days were good, and private parties like this one definitely paid off in the end since it typically meant he could leave earlier if he worked hard enough. Still, it was dull and mind numbing work that certainly didn't go quick enough.

When this stranger came bursting in the back door into the kitchen, Marius nearly leapt out of his skin, almost dropping the plate he had been trying to scrub a stubborn stain from. She certainly wasn't one of the chefs, nor any of the wait staff... Had Jared forgotten to close the back door all the way again?

"Well... You can hide in the freezer if you'd like," he flashed a smile, reaching for a towel to dry his hands as he turned the water off, "No one would certainly look in there for you." Moving past her, Marius reached for the door she had come in and pulled it all the way shut until it made an audible click, "There," he looked to her and gave a wink, "at the very least they can't follow you. But, you're welcome to stay for a bit, if you'd like."

Open Starter: Any males (must be at least 21+) Plot: Carina is the daughter of a rock star, the sister of another musician, and an actress in her own right. She is out in public, and is being chased by paparazzi so she slips into an establishment in an attempt to lose them. Your muse helps her hide. (Bonus points if said muse is involved in shady gang/mafia/criminal business, but doesn't have to be - also, you decide if you want your muse to recognize her, or not.)

When Carina woke up that morning, she had been hoping to venture out into the world and get to be... normal. Growing up the daughter of someone famous had plenty of perks, being the sister of a brother who was following in their father's footsteps? Even better. It had helped her when she'd decided on her career path, even if she didn't care to admit it. She worked hard to prove that she didn't get where she was solely based off of her family name. The downside of having the family that she did meant that she never had any privacy. Anywhere that she went, or anything that she did, paparazzi seemed to find her. Carina often wondered if it weren't for her father and brother's reputations and charming personality that went along with their good looks, if they would really bother with her as much.

As she strolled along the sidewalk, Carina's eyes surveyed the people around her, smiling at strangers who passed her. However, it was the sight of a camera that caused her to pause like a deer frozen in headlights. Once she saw one camera, she saw others as well. She quickly looked around, turning a corner and rushing down the street to try to lose them before slipping through the door of a business without looking, or caring, where she'd ended up. Taking a deep breath, Carina spun around and locked eyes with a man, "Please, do you think you could help? I've got paparazzi following me, and I'd really rather they didn't catch me." Perhaps, if she could lose them, she might be able to get a moment of privacy before heading back home.

Some evenings in the kitchen were slower than others, especially considering the amount of chefs they tended to have on nights they expected to be busier. That night was one of those where it was too slow to justify the amount of people moving around. Looking to keep busy, Marius offered to clean tables and wash dishes instead. It was better than standing around or getting sent home.

While clearing a table towards the front, he couldn't help but overhear the host giving someone a hard time. Always taking his job far too seriously, even when they weren't nearly as busy as they could be. There really wasn't any need to be so strict tonight. Humming to himself, Marius set the stack of plates he was carrying back on the table and moved over next to the host, leaning on his little podium to get real close like he was going to talk lower, instead of the normal tone he kept.

"Got another one for me, Stan?" his English accent was strong as he spoke, his eyes flickering over to Olivia with a smile, "I can take it from here. I know just the spot for her," he straightened up, taking one of the menus without even giving the host a chance to respond and turned to Olivia, "Right this way, miss," Marius winked and led her towards a pretty private table he had already cleared.

muse: olivia sutton, she/her. 33. travel blogger. bisexual. 

connection: restaurant host/hostess, waiter/waitress, another guest, whoever tbh

plot: olivia is trying to get into a fancy restaurant. she swore she made a reservation…unless ??

hearing that her name was absent from the list, olivia blinks twice. there must be a mistake. she swallows down hard. “i’m sorry ?” she means to ask with confidence, but her voice comes out small. clearing her throat, she leans forward to speak hushedly to the host. “my last name is sutton. i can find my id    ” before she even finished the thought, the woman begins to rummage through her sparkly evening bag. a frustrated sigh slips out under her breath. “i guarantee i made a reservation here for tonight,” she whispered to herself. to wear the most flattering little black dress with the perfect shade of red lipstick, just to get kicked out of a fancy restaurant in front of the sophisticated guests. she already started to dread walking back to the airbnb in high heels.

"Christmas... Mum and I always fly home for Christmas." Marius could remember the year his ex was supposed to go with them. He had so hoped he would, but in the end he came back to the city to spend the holiday with his own parents. One year, maybe they could have. But, Marius just didn't think it would happen. And of course, now it never would.

Marius shrugged, flashing a smile to Acelin before lifting his glass to take a sip, "But, that's life, innit? Win some, lose some. Along with some sappy cliché about love that probably isn't true."

@inechoingsilence || xxx

When she let out a laugh, Marius just smiled wider in return. He took a step back from her, resting the towel he still held over his shoulder as he got a better look at her. There was something familiar about her, but he couldn't quite place it. Being in the country for more than a few years was one thing, he knew most of the important ones, for sure. But, it was still a lot to keep up with, even in a city this size. He decided to play it coy, choosing not to embarrass himself for guessing who she was wrong and sparing her from being recognized.

Taking her hand, he played a bit into the "hero" bit, giving it a gentle shake before bowing his head, raising her hand to place a chaste kiss to it, "It was truly nothing, love. Glad I could help," he let her hand go, straightening up again, keeping that smile, "A pleasure to meet you, Carina. My name is Marius. You've stumbled into the lovely- albeit quite empty today- kitchen of the ever exclusive Starlight Lounge."

Although industrial to be functional, the kitchen did share the same aesthetic as the dining room floor. Dark blue was the main colors with twinkling lights to replicate the stars, as well as swirling paintings and lights that were reminiscent of galaxies and asteroid belts. It was all so elegant, while still feeling like you were stepping out into a field of stars. Marius always loved it, stargazing was something he enjoyed since he was a child. Being there every day just felt right to him.

"You're welcome to make yourself at home," he stepped back again, picking up the plate he had been eyeing up originally to scrutinize that stain a bit closer, "The Lounge is closed for a private party today, and those guests have all eaten. So, it will be pretty quiet back here while we clean up," Marius turned his head back to flash a smile at her again, "If you'd like, I could make you something. Just say the word."

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Marius smiled to his companion, swirling his drink in his glass slowly, "For me that would be Nottingham in the UK. That's where I was raised. My father and all his family are still there. A lovely town, just a bit dull at times," he shrugged, figuring that was just because he spent his life there. It was certainly nothing compared to cities in the US. "For mum it's Kavala, an absolutely beautiful city in northern Greece. She likes to threaten every year she goes back that she might not return, but, I know she just misses it. I wouldn't blame her, honestly."

Thinking about romance was starting to stir those feelings that Marius tended to push away. So afraid of messing everything up, he just chooses not to let anyone get that close. But, it was really weighing on him. Did he want to really settle down? Or was he just feeling that regret again over the one he chased away?

He sat up, leaning on the table as he looked over Acelin's expression. He was quiet for a moment, really contemplating his words before he spoke, "I used to think I was a romantic," Marius hummed, shifting his cheek into his hand, "But, honestly I - dunno. I feel like... I don't know what I want. ...To be happy? That's quite the cliché. I just don't know how to get that, I suppose," he scoffed, leaning back again, "...I don't think I deserve it honestly."

@inechoingsilence || xxx

Marius couldn't help the little smile, even humming a little laugh, "Y'know, that's sweet of you, Ace. I try to be - I want the best for whoever my partner is, after all. ...At least that's what I tell myself."

He exhaled a sigh, setting his glass down carefully, "I've not always been the best and I've certainly broke my share of hearts. 'spose I just... Don't really know what I want, you know?" He raised his eyes to meet Acelin's, "Everyone wants to be happy, yeah? It's not like anyone aspires to be miserable. But it's the how I always get stuck on. How does one actually achieve happiness? Can I really be trusted again after what I've done?"

@inechoingsilence || xxx

"One day at a time..." Marius hummed as he repeated the words back to him, staring ahead as he considered these words. Maybe he was right. Maybe all Marius needed to do was move on and stop letting what he did hold him back, even if it did still ache. Or... maybe Acelin was just being nice and telling Marius what he needed to hear. That's what friends do, right? Good ones, anyway.

"Maybe. Maybe not," he lifted one shoulder in a tiny shrug, "It just feels like that's not for me to decide. And that's fine, I wouldn't any more." Except maybe a phone call... Just one phone call.

"You know what? It doesn't even matter," Marius looked up again to Acelin beside him, flashing a wide smile again, "Thank you, Ace, truly. But, this is just something I have to live with. Doesn't matter anyway, I don't think anyone would want to settle for the likes of me for more than a few rounds anyway," he chuckled to his own self deprecation, lifting his glass to drink down the remainder of what he had.

@inechoingsilence || xxx

Marius had to pause. His companions words were not lost on him, but it was fairly unexpected. Shifting in his chair, he turned to face Acelin fully, looking over his expression for any sort of jest or joke.

"You would, would you?" Marius mused, a smirk pulling at one side of his mouth, "Even as I sit here and tell you I would most likely break your heart? You would throw your hat in willingly?" Pushing just a little, he was curious just how much more he could pull from him.

@inechoingsilence || xxx

His smirk fading back into a serious expression to match Acelin's, Marius just raised his chin a bit. He leaned back in his chair, just exhaling a breath. There was no denying that answer... Which meant plenty to figure out. He grabbed his glass and held it up for Acelin to take, giving a nod, "Maybe something a bit stronger this time, yeah?"

He ran his hand through his hair once he gave the glass over, just scratching his head trying to figure out how this happened, how they got to this point. There was no denying Acelin was a good looking guy, and they got along well too. It just threw Marius off guard to hear he had feelings for him, more than just a friend. The questions all bubbled up, but he needed to sort them out and figure out where to begin.

@inechoingsilence || xxx

Marius took his glass back with a smile and a nod, bringing it to his lips to take a sip. It was a lot to consider and a lot to take in, but he was starting to think it didn't matter. Sure, he could ask a million questions and try to figure out just what Acelin was thinking. Or he could do like he always does and just jump right in.

Giving a nod, he finally turned his eyes back up to Acelin and just smiled, setting his glass down, "Alright. So, how about a proper date then? Something nice to really get a feel for this," he leaned forward towards him, "I'm open minded, so why give it a shot, yeah?"

@inechoingsilence || xxx

"Sounds perfect to me," Marius hummed thoughtfully, mulling over the arrangement. It would certainly take an adjustment, but maybe he would find it wouldn't be too much of a stress. After all, he's dated his best friend before... This certainly could go better than that.

He lingered there close for a moment, just looking over Acelin's face and expression before leaning back again, relaxing back in his seat. Testing the waters, getting a feel for how being close to him felt. He hummed a little laugh, reaching for his drink again to take a sip.

"French, huh? Don't think I've had French in some time," he smiled, shrugging a shoulder, "Here's hoping its a good find. Plus, I can wear that new shirt I bought. I've been waiting for an opportunity."

@inechoingsilence || xxx