Saturday outside Nick's house

[amber_oneil]

I am so nervous...I really hope that Marcus doesn't mind me just showing up, I mean yeah, he told me to come over this Saturday but that was before everything happened at school and, who knows - he might not even want to see me. I thought about just not showing up, because I really don't think I want to see his face if he tells me to just leave.

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[marcus_woods]

*opens the door, sees Amber and breaks into a wide smile*

Hey, I was afraid you wouldn't come.

*steps back to let her in moving a little stiffly*

Welcome to the studio.

[amber_oneil]

*catches her breath briefly at the sight of Marcus*

Hey

*smiles at him shyly*

I - I heard about what happened Thursday.

*bites her lip, whispers*

I'm sorry.

[marcus_woods]

*looks confused*

Why should you be sorry? you didn't ask them to be jerks and try to beat me up.

*looks at her sincerely*

This wasn't your fault you know.

[amber_oneil]

*blushes, shaking her head*

No - if you hadn't been with me that day, they wouldn't even know you're alive.

*flushes even darker as she realizes what she said*

I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that.

[marcus_woods]

*smiles*

I'd paint you in a heartbeat.

Bouddicea was the warrior queen of the Celts. one of the only people to ever stand up to and defeat the Romans. I think you could totally stand up to the subject matter.

*reaches for another painting to show her and winces, putting it back down*

Ok, on the floor will work.

[amber_oneil]

*jumps, putting her hand on Marcus's arm in concern*

Are - are you sure you're ok? How badly were you hurt?

*frowns, biting her lip*

*whispers* I really am sorry.

[marcus_woods]

*puts both hands on her shoulder*

You have nothing to be sorry about. I swear. It's a couple of cracked ribs, they'll mend just fine.

[amber_oneil]

*tilts her head up, looking at Marcus searchingly*

*puts one hand on his side gently as she says in a whisper*

I didn't know that they'd actually hurt you that bad, that they broke things.

*blinks back tears, then her voice firms*

They're just jerks anyway. Stupid, idiotic jerks.

[marcus_woods]

*smiles back at her*

I don;t think I've ever not been interested in it. It's a great escape, and when I was little it kept me quiet for hours on end so my parents were all for it.

I don't know, it's like being in a fantasy land, you make up the story then make it appear in front of you.

[amber_oneil]

*smiles back brightly*

*gestures to the painting they were just looking at*

So, tell me the story...*makes her voice dramatic*

Who is the mysterious Marcus Woods?

[marcus_woods]

That one is the Lady Elaine. She was a faeire who was cursed that if she ever looked upon Camelot she would die.

So she used to spin and keep her back to it, seeing it only in a reflection. Then one day she saw a knight coming through the fields of barley and she was so entranced by him that she sprang up and watched him ride all the way to camelot, bringing her curse of doom on her.

It was Lancelot she saw and she went down to the river laid down in a barge set it loose and died as she drifted down the river to land at Camelot.

*grins*

And that's probably more than you ever wanted to know about me and my paintings.

[amber_oneil]

*listens closely to Marcus, smiling*

*shakes her head, laughs slightly*

If I were her? I wouldn't have ever let him ride out of sight in the first place!

*grins impishly at Marcus*

You know, even though you rescued me? Don't expect any dying from an O'Neil!