He looks to the girl, the bronzed haired boy with those beautiful (but ultimately forgettable) good looks. Violent yet so very charming, Marcelo was always the one they have hated throughout history and with good reason. His hair was too perfectly messy, his smile too scandalous, and the casual way he strutted about through life was infuriating. The ten degrees he veered from the point where he could be considered normal is too much, after a long enough time. He was born a troublesome child. He grew into an ambitious, violent, narcissistic immortal sixteen year old, with the inability to stop himself from insulting everyone and putting himself leaps and bounds ahead of everyone all through that foxlike, charming smile of his just because he knows he is better than everyone. The earthen eyed boy is so easy to love because he is beautiful, so easy to care for and adore because he seems so selfless, when really he is a tangled web of lies and heartbreak. It is so easy to deceive them he feels horrible, even though he cannot control that he does.
The bronze haired jackal decides that he likes her smile. It was not too often he found a woman with such an innocent smile these days. She still manages to cover them up and he doesn't say another word against it. Marcelo was not one to pressure a lady. She asks if he will tell her about the other fae sometimes and he simply shrugs in response. "Guess you will have to hang out with me again," he says with a wolfish smile upon his face and dark eyes bright. Oh Marcelo, you jackal you. Bronzed haired and dark eyed Marcelo, he thinks he is so clever.
It was a small world when you thought about, especially when it came to immortal creatures. Despite even that though, the amount of fae creatures that Marcelo has actually met has been relatively few, fae being such rare creatures, compared to the amount of vampire and dark hunters he has come across. Most of the faes the earthen eyed boy has met has been by them seeking him out. News of an immortal were creature that couldn't be killed certainly did not take long to travel around. They had sought him out and asked the boy how he came to inherit such powers when he was supposed to be a mortal creature. Marcelo, had simply looked at them with that earthen eyed stare and would shrug his shoulders. "Guess," he would say. Yes, it would seem throughout his entire life Marcelo has always been this infuriating.
Her eyes widen as his own brown eyes search her face for any hint of what she may be thinking, but as she speaks those lips tip into the curve of a smile. The pink of her cheeks is absolutely adorable and Marcelo is content with himself with being able to create such a color upon her pale face. "Oh yeah," he says, blinking chocolate eyes. "Just one touch of these bad boys and you would be begging to marry me," he says. He leans slightly closer. "It's like my super power," he says before leaning away once more with a wink of a single earth toned eye. "So if you ever want to get married, just let me know and you can touch them," he says, grinning. "Anytime pink cheeks," he says in response to her gratitude. Now, if Marcelo was a nice guy perhaps he would tell her the truth, but I never said Marcelo was nice, now did I?
Everyone loved a good secret, and it would seem that Iliana was no different. Earthen eyes hold a gleam of impish nature as he tells her his secret. Like her, she asks and the boy takes a moment to think. "Sort of," he says, not entirely ready to give all his secrets away just yet it would seem. But he is entirely distracted of this talk of secrets as their conversations turns to mushrooms and the jackal's strong dislike of such a food. Earthen eyes close for a moment as he laughs. "They grow on dead things," the boy with hair like brandished gold says then, wrinkling his nose in distaste.
"You have a great smile," he says, charming as ever. Next he hears her laughter, "And an even better laugh," he says. Honestly, Marcelo, tone it back, just a bit. He lets go of her hand then and blinks those earthen eyes almost innocently, even though we know Marcelo is anything but. "Maybe I did, but I love that delightful color of pink," he says, letting on finger drift to her cheek and touch it with but the lightest of touch with a single finger. "It could be you know, I could have multiple powers," he suggests. "Do you have any super powers, aside from talking to weres in disguise?" he says with narrowed dark eyes as if these secrets were for them and them alone.
"I am the silliest!" He exclaims agreeing with her. Honestly, this day was turning out to be quite wonderful. I mean, how could it not be spent in the company of a beautiful woman. Earthen eyes continue to search for the clothes he had stashed around the area. No one would be jealous of him. He pouts just for a moment then. He liked it when they were jealous.
He laughs then before offering the woman his arm. "M'lady," he says with a grin upon his face. Perhaps she should have been more concerned about that bronze haired jackal, but, he was content in her eagerness to follow him on an adventure (an adventure to get spaghetti) and he was not some cruel hearted foe, though he was known to break a heart or two. She twirls in her dress and suddenly an idea brightens in Marcelo's mind as he begins to walk. "Okay, try not to get too full on spaghetti, because I have a little surprise for you afterwards," he says looking to her and winks. Oh, secrets, secrets, secrets.
Her question though, not unheard of, for he has been asked many times how he received his immortality, still, it catches him off guard for a moment. He turns dark eyes onto the woman. "I drank some special water," he says, she did not need to know he drank the very thing of myth and legends. "And now, I get to be young and beautiful forever," he says, running a hand through dirty blonde locks. He shakes his hair out before looking to the fae woman again. "And how about you? Were you born a fae?" He asks, earthen eyes curious.
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Marcelo Lucas Rumeirimage by Vincent van Zalinge