we'll make the great escape. || Mattie.

[marceline james ♥]

Marceline couldn't sleep. The Sournois wandered back and forth, pacing the wall of her empty dorm. She wasn't used to being in a place like this.. Without room service or her maid. She craved the taste of steak an potatoes, the food at dinner had not satisfied her hunger. For a minute, she forgot about the struggles of being here and went to snap her fingers for her maid. She couldn't do that. With desperation, Marceline grabbed her slip ons, sighed, and left the dorm. She wondered what kind of food the elves could offer her, happily she longed for cookies and some chocolate milk.. oh, even some tacos. Her mind drifted to home, her comfy bed and her puppy and the pot and vodka.. And then for a single second, she remembered a face that Mr. James had said would be here.. Mattie Amherst, a snake with blue eyes. He was a dashing fellow, and one she was quite familiar with. The she snickered, she could consider him to be the one that got away.. Yet he was still there.

She had gotten lost. Upset, she stopped in an odd hallway with paintings that seemed to stare. It didn't matter, she only smiled up towards the pairings and looked ten over with interest and caution. Marceline's mind was scrambled, a sudden thought of getting a kitten couldn't help but cross her mind. Did her father kiss her? Did her friends ever creep on her web pages just to see if she was there sill? Still breathing? Not that they would know. Part of her didn't care. They weren't anything to her, she had all she need and that didn't include some fake girls. She was perfect how she was. But that was her problem, she was too stuck up. Another sigh, she found her way back on track. The kitchens were almost there, enough for her to touch, and so she picked up her step. Many times almost tripped over her Hello Kitty pj pants. Besides that, she wore a Lacey tank top.

Once inside, she looked around to the elves who were silent. Some looked at her and others ignored her existence. She was too irritated to deal with such arrogance and dread. Boldly, she snapped her fingers and pointed to a female elf, who innocently looked up at her. "You there, chocolate chip cookies with fudge and a chocolate milk," Marceline's voice was smooth, though stung like a bee. She was pleased that the elf responded positively and darted off, smirking as well, did she lift herself onto the counter. It didn't take long for the cookies to be placed beside her, along with her milk. Gladly, she picked a cookie up and then crossed her legs to lean back. Fidgeting a bit, she took a bite and moaned softly at it, "How delish," she giggled and sipped the milk after. Lazily, she put her cookie down and laid back, holding her hands on her hips and biting her lip. The quiet consumed her.

[mattie amherst?]

The tall burly Cossu wandered the halls, his feet shuffled along the old corridors, kicking a small loose pebble along. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his black dress slacks. He donned a pale blue button up to pair with his pants.
He slicked his long chestnut hair back. It was obvious that he was becoming shaggy. He hadn’t taken as good care of himself as he was known for. Something had been eating at him

Mathew knew that he should have gone down for dinner but he knew if he did that he would be forced to face his fear. He was not ready to see Rachele, yet. They needed a cool down period and this was the perfect time for it. However, that meant that he needed to avoid any situation that would involve seeing her. Ergo, no public dinners in the halls. Re-ergo, he was starving.

Seeing the wretched young woman ordering around the poor elves was disheartening. His forehead scrunched together. It just a reminder of how much of a shrew this duchess was. He really did not think he was this hungry.

”Good god” He exclaimed softly. Mathew turned on his heels the moment he spotted the vixen perched on the counter top. Not worth it. Definitely not worth it. That girl was the devil disgusted in pajamas. She was like a set trap. The looks draw you in and then the moment you tried to communicate with it, the trap snapped shut and her victims were caught.

He only took a few steps away from the kitchen entrance before his stomach reminded him why he had taken this trip from the towers to the kitchen. He was hungry. Like hungry man hungry. Once again he spun on her shiny leather shoes to face the kitchen entrance.

He unashamedly pranced over to the petite girl. His eyes peered down to her plate of cookies and he stole one from her stash. Mathew’s hands placed gently on her knees and tore them apart to fit himself between her curvaceous thighs. He bit his cookie and stared at her. His eyes, one icy blue and one chocolate brown, traced her up and down her body. Yup, she was worth the headache. ”Marceline.” he finally spoke, his voice solemn and a low monotonous.

It had been a long time since his last encounter with her and he for one was glad. Where ever she went havoc tended to follow her. However, they kept coming back to each other.

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[marceline james ♥]

He, as usual, appeared out of nowhere. The dark had consumed him and now he stood in between her thighs, staring down at her. Though unstartled, she put a hand on her chest and gasped in a very snide tone, "You shouldn't startle a lady like that," Marceline wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him closer, shrugging a bit and sitting up. For a moment, she eyed the cookie he had snagged and bit her lip, stealing a piece from it and popping it in her mouth. Their relationship was rocky, a little unheard of. Weird, that was for sure. The girl was spiteful, but never towards Mathew. She knew him too well, and oddly enough, cared too much. Her? A woman of her perfection and grace, able to love? No. Love was too complex for her to handle, and she was too much of a mistress. Her duty was too please, spy and thief. It was that simple. With a charming smile and sparkly white teeth, she giggled and sat up, "Don't say it like that, Mattiecakes, you make it sound so.. puuurfect.." she mumbled.

Marceline was uninterested in this small talk. Quietly, she placed a hand on his cheek and tilted her head, smiling, as innocent as could be. She was good like that, her Italian blood allowed her to be so picture perfect.. the woman in magazines, the woman everyone wanted. Though in a split second, her eyes darkened and she leg go of his hips and allowed him a little more wiggle room, "Daddy told me you'd be here. Having fun without me?" sure, there was an odd sense of jealousy in her voice. In a way, she considered him to be hers. They had been through quite a lot, shared many stories and memories that would bind others together. But they were free spirits, though alike, Mathew had never enjoyed her rich ways. She was untouchable by those back home, she was miss America. But she was the queen of malice. Without a thought, she could tear a family apart.

Maybe she had before.

Eyes batting again, Marceline tilted her head. "Things spread fast here, huh?" she questioned coldly. "I've heard much about you from these... little girls," a cold laugh escaped her peach lips. She turned her body and allowed her legs to dangle off the side of the counter, crossed and elbows leaning on them. As if a princess among her people. Another laugh escaped her, she bit her lip again and took a sip of her chocolate milk, licking the corner of her mouth and then setting the glass down.

[mattie amherst?]

”Well good thing there aren’t any ladies here or I’d be on my best behavior.” he retorted back at her. Marce…Marce…. Marce. There was not much else one could say about the young woman or her connect to Mathew. It was a very complicated and very unusually combination and sometimes even the two involved had no idea what was going on. Mathew had never met someone as complicated as her before. When she cooed at him, he stared at her through his brow. Really? Mattiecakes? Merlins Beard, this was going to be a long night.

He knew there was more to her than her princess façade let onto. She had her nose turned up to make sure that no one looked down on her. Sadly, it was not very effective. Mathew peered down the crook of his nose at her. He bit another chunk of the cookie off and swallowed hard. ”So let me get this straight then,” he paused for a moment to drink his own glass of milk that Violet placed gingerly on the countertop, Mathew winked down at the little creature before it scurried off to its work. ”You stalked me all the way to my school, where I came to avoid you, just to harass me more? You really don’t have anyone better to be doing?” Mathew’s voice hissed out at her, he shook his head out of disbelief. Of course he hadn’t in fact come to Beuxbatons to get away from the young woman, it just happened to be a bonus.

He rolled his mix matched eyes at her comment. She did not know anything about him, rumours were rumors. Yes, most of them were true in essence but, they definitely did not capture the reality behind the falsities. He removed himself from in front of her, only to join her on the counter. He plopped his bulky body next to delicate damsel. They were quite the duo.

Growing up was never an easy feat for anyone, let alone two such as Mathew and Marceline. Mathew’s parents were too busy to care for their child, being a diplomat does that to people, but so does being corrupt s.o.b.s. The last time the Cossu had seen his parents was when they left to visit ‘Africa on business’, as they described it. He was positive there was no business waiting for his father on the Congo. He was fourteen and the most he would hear from them was a postcard by owl or an unaddressed envelop with money stashed in it. Mathew didn’t care, nor did he despise his parents, he was better off attending Beuxbatons, for the most part.

”Nothing you did not know before, I assure you.” He watched her carefully, as a predator watched its prey. His eyes never wavering from her, she was much too sneaky to allow her to get out of his sight. ”Isn’t it past your bedtime?” Mathew chimed out sarcastically, as if she could be shackled or even bothered by the rules.

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[marceline james ♥]

"You shouldn't flatter yourself like that, Mathew. I had no intentions of meeting up with you here, I found out after receiving my letter." Marceline laughed, brushing long locks away from her face. There, she eyed him. Many would have considered her to be undressing him, she liked to do that. Though, that's not what was happening. She didn't want to be apart of the school, yet she had become so interested in learning about her family history. This was her only way. Him being here was a bonus, her little pet would never be able to get away. At that, she rolled her eyes. "You adore me, Mattie. I can see it." It was blunt, but she didn't care. The two of them could hide their feelings all they wanted, there was something there.. at least, to her there was. Someone so incapable of love sitting beside this man, she laughed. Hand explored the mans back, nails scratched ever so lightly against his clothed body, another laugh and she stopped, holding her hands together in her lap. Marceline was amused by his comment, and he was right. She knew it was nothing new.

But it never was.
Calmly, she groaned. It was soft and elegant, quite woman like of her. "The girls here aren't like those back home, Mathew," she pointed out, "Actually, they are pitiful. Scrawny and so.. child like." another hint of cold-hearted jealously peaked it's ugly head, her guard was let down.. but quickly she picked it back up, "Not that I care. I show them all up anyway, as usual~" One thing the girl was most proud of was her looks. Marceline was adored, yet hated everywhere. Men drooled over her. Woman envied her. She felt power when someone was envious of her. Something about the two was always off; a friendship unlike any other. How could two people, so alike yet different, be anything close to friends? Though, they denied the opportunity to be considered "friends". They were like fire and water, polar opposites in some senses. The tan fox turned back towards him, placing a hand under his chin and kissing his top lip. It was sudden and a little unexpected of her, oh well.

She pulled back and hopped off the counter, adjusting her pjs that had been hanging low on her hips. There, she turned to an elf.. "Would you mind making me a pb&j?" her voice had turned, soft.. gentle.. unlike her, for sure. The elf was alarmed, quite clearly, but she nodded and dashed off. "Thank you." she called after her, before turning to Mathew again, leaning her torso onto the counter, eyes locked on him. She admired him, looked up to him. Sometimes they loved like a brother to a sister, sometimes they loved as a man and woman, other times there was no love at all. Marceline was done being a b*tch for right now, she was too tired. "It is, actually. But I couldn't sleep.. how is it here, Mattie?" she whispered softly, laying her head in her arms as the elf laid the sandwich by her.

[mattie amherst?]

”Marce, my dear, dear Marce, you are delusional.” There was no part of him that adored her… Okay that may have been a bold faced lie. He felt an uncontrollable urge drawing him to her. Marceline had quite literally been his Sun. It was an awful truth. He resented her for it. In all her beauty and crassness, he was like a lost beaten puppy to her tricks. He had this hope that now that he decided to become a condescending and pompous jerk, her powers would be useless on him. He was proud to see that it at least helped ease the strength she had over him. Typically by now he would be rubbing her feet and feeding her grapes off a vine.

Her complaint of the other girls at school was just an atypical Marceline cry for attention which he dryly filled ”Oh yes, Marceline, I feel the same. I was just searching for a girl as wonderful as you but, that hole was never filled because you are superior to all women, despite the wonderful, amazing, sweaty….” He trailed off, his voice and bored and montoned as he went through the motions that he knew he had to in order to make her majesty pleased.

Mathew devilishly smirked to himself. Despite her spiky exterior, she melted like butter on the inside, just like every other girl, around Mathew. Once anyone was brave enough to push past her thorns, she really was not to bad of a person. The kiss was not unanticipated coming from her. He never knew what was going on but, he was always glad it was going on. His cupid bows pressed softly against her pair, his fingers intertwining with her tousled dark locks. Unfortunately, the moment was short lived and it was time to return to their banter.

His eyebrow scrunched again when she had begun to politely ask for a sandwich. She could give any man whiplash. He had never really seen her ever being cordial to anyone she considered lesser. Mathew was still in shock that she was as polite as she was to him. The young man’s orbs trailed after her actions, ”Right now? My personal Hell.” he spoke almost inaudibly. But, he retracted his statement when he realized that it was now time for nice Marceline to come out and play. It was like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde with her sometimes.

”Honest to God, Mars?” He thought for only a moment before his eyes softened as he peered down to her from his perch ”It’s great.” that was all that he said for a few minutes. He pondered in silence before continuing ”Give it chance?” he pleaded with her. It was not a simple venture to convince the Sournois but, he was determined. He could be just as stubborn as she could be. They were two strong headed people. Neither one would give in, however, maybe, he caught her on a good night.

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