Fiery Thrones of Muted Angels [Marcus]

[zilya alexis raskolnikov]

Grateful was something that Zilya had felt these last few days. she hadn't been here long but she knew that things could have been worse. She sat on the bed where she was told to wait. the dress was a size too big for her but the belt held it in place. it looked a little loose and Zilya just looked like a flat chested girl trying to fill a dress that wasn't made for her shape. still she made the most of it, tightening it a little with a few stitches.

This dress was something else that she was grateful for. her step mother had managed to sneak it into her bag along with a few other pieces of clothing that were much too small for the woman now. the leather jacket Zilya wore over it was her own and the make up was hers as well. She had her hair tied back. [[let's test your imagination. this with this dress and i guess that body shape too]]]

Zilya wasn't badly hurt but she still had to be in here. Some of the students had gotten into a fight and Zilya had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time and been pushed back, hitting her head against the concrete. There was a little blood that had been cleaned up and they just wanted to make sure she wouldn't go unconscious or anything. She sat there patiently waiting as she stared out the window, the whole picture looking like it came out of a magazine. She couldn't help looking like a model. Zilya just had a natural gracefulness about her.

[marcus lukas flynn]

Marcus let out a little chuckle. Shaking his head as he was escorted towards the infirmary. The guard didn't look happy, but Marcus was gleeful. "Aww..it wasn't bad...I mean I only hit him a few times, and look! He got me back!" It was hysterical in the guys mind. He loved tormenting the staff. He probably would have been put in Iso, but they seemed to have caught on with the idea that Marcus enjoyed being put in Iso. Being known for it. So they kept what he did on the down low. Making him not as known as he pleased. He got in a little tumble with someone, but it wasn't where any one else was around. And now here Marcus was, being escorted to the infirmary with a possible broken nose. Not that he cared.

When he arrived, his nose was bloody, and the nurse came over to him and gave him a towel and set him at a bed. He hadn't noticed Zilya at first, but then he was looking at her back, and could tell who it was instantly. The guard was gone and he laughed. "Zilya?" He asked softly. "It's nice to see you!" He spoke in Russian. If it didn't turn out to be Zilya, well he could just twist it into some small mistake. He wiped the blood from his nose, not really feeling any pain, and cleaning up a bit.

[zilya alexis raskolnikov]

Zilya sat quietly, playing with the material of Linda's dress. The woman had been nice enough but she seemed to be afraid of Zilya's father and Zilya could certainly see why. The man had one of those dominant personalities and just looking at him wrong might spark up some anger. She wouldn't have wanted to be there any longer than she had to. The black leather jacket was one of the few things she had left that was hers. It was a little warm in here but she barely even noticed. She was skinny but she still looked the part, especially in that dress that was loosely tied together with an old brown belt.

Her hair was tied back, mostly because the had to clean the small wound on the right side of her forehead. Zilya had hit the wall pretty hard but it had been an accident. She couldn't blame anyone for it and she wouldn't even think to do that. These things just happened sometimes. She stared down at the bag that sat by her feet before hearing the sounds of people entering the infirmary. She turned to watch and when she saw him, her eyes widened and she sat a little straighter.

It was Lukas and Zilya couldn't help but smile. He had been so nice to her and they had a lot in common. Seeing him now in the light was nice. She could take in more of him and he really was attractive, despite the bloody nose. He hadn't seen her and she turned away for a moment, staring down at the floor.

She heard him laugh a little and just smiled. Even with his injury he still didn't seem too bothered by it. Wasn't that a good thing, to not let things bother you? That had always been Zilya's problem. A lot of things bothered her. She turned when she heard her name and smiled at him. "Hello," she said quietly. The glow of the sun was softened but the silky white curtains. It gave the room a nice glow and made everything a lot easier to see.

It was nice hearing him speak Russian and Zilya leaned down to pick up her bag but paused for a second before turning around with it. It made her head hurt to move up quickly like that.. Probably just a pressure thing. "Perhaps it might be better under different circumstances," she told him in German. She reached into her bag carefully. "I have something for you," she said, continuing on in German. She wanted him to come over and see and she hoped that he might like it.

[marcus lukas flynn]

Marcus remembered the night before clearly. It was strange, how usually he was so harsh, so cold, and then he could click it off for a second if he wanted. It didn't mean a thing, most girls or people didn't matter to him. Little did he know that Zilya would play a different role in his life. She already put a trance on him the other night, which he very much forgot. Forcing himself to purge any thought of feelings being had around the girl. He couldn't feel, he was a monster. He knew it, and he loved it. Why would one simple girl stop him? Let alone how? But then she spoke German, and thoughts triggered. He could feel a faint sense of calm, a sense of home. He didn't want to feel anything, but it was deep down. Buried beneath all the thoughts of death there was something Some bit of humanity.

He smiled at the girl, he wouldn't let her beauty distract him from his goal. He would destroy her, like every other girl he met. He would crush her heart, or so he planned. The sun and the curtains made the room glow, and therefore making Zilya glow. It was pretty really, but Marcus paid no attention. His mind at this moment was set on hurting the girl. He wouldn't let humanity get in his way. "Ah yes, the infirmary isn't a wonderful place. what brings you here by the way?" He tilted his head noticing her head was hurt. A frown showing on his face. He smiled, "Have something for me? What for?" He chuckled lightly before moving to where she was, sitting on a bed across from her so he could face her. "You look very beautiful today." He smiled kindly. "I wish I had more to give you rather than just a compliment." A sheepish smile flashed upon his lips.

[zilya alexis raskolnikov]

Zilya was excited to show him what she had made but still she moved slow. Graceful and calm. It was her signature in a way. No matter how excited or upset she was, Zilya was a naturally very still person. It made photo shoots easy, just gracefully adjusting positions but staying still enough so that the camera wouldn't miss a thing.

Her dress flowed smoothly over as she sat on the bed, knees bent with her feet a little off the bed and spine slightly twisting to face him. "It was an accident," she said with a soft smile. She couldn't hold a grudge for long, especially not against a complete stranger who meant her no harm. "Apparently walls are hard," she joked, trying to make light of the situation. She had been hurt and still managed to smile. She had been shoved and hit her head. It really wasn't a bit deal.. Except for the part where she still felt a little dizzy.. The doctor didn't think that was such a good thing and wanted to keep her here for a while. "And what happened to you?" she asked, head tilted just slightly as she looked at him with slight concern. He looked like he could handle himself just fine so Zilya was sure it wasn't anything too bad.

She shrugged and smiled, eyes staring into her bag when asked why. "Just felt like it," she told him, the German words were soft and sweet coming from her lips. Zilya was always careful and patient with her words. Long slender fingers found the object that she had been extra careful not to break. She paused though, hearing the compliment and smiled again. "It is more than enough," she told him. A compliment was worth a lot to her. She carefully pulled out the object that she had made that morning. It was only colored paper but she had been very careful with each fold, careful in order to make it as perfect as she could for him. She held it out to him. A single rose, as perfect as it could be.