Marcus' smile beamed at his companion when she accepted his invitation, eager to prolong their encounter as long as possible. Her flushed face still lingered in his mind as her words floated on the air, but all the young scholar needed was a 'Yes', in some form or another. After the manner of his offer, the answer surprised him a bit.
"To All of the angels; Yes." He answered her new question, his playful smirk flashing for a brief moment, before receding back into a smile. Thinking back on his past, Marcus never really had an easy time with women; perhaps a fallen angel was what he needed all along...
Taking her hand and lifting her up to her feet, Marcus couldn't help but smirk back to Lilium, her expression calming and enjoying his playful banter. This was what made Marcus feel content with himself; this warmth satisfied the deep complex buried within his psyche. As she interjected her own romantic line, Marcus simply laughed, imagining a couple bartering in the bedroom. He began to walk with her back down the hill, her hand warmly held in his. The scholar's voice came out with an entertained inflection through the cool night air, as he responded,
"That sounds like a fair trade, don't you think? For all you know I could live in the University bathhouse. Would be dreadfully odd for you to be clothed in there." Marcus held back some cheery laughter as the situation crossed his mind's eye, his impeccable curiosity never failing to draw up an image of whatever hypothetical situation arose. Due to the circumstances of reality though, he was quick to throw out an image of Lilium in a bathhouse, lest he get red in the cheeks, or, Gods forbid, elsewhere. Marcus also didn't feel the need to mention that there was no University bathhouse, but a jest needed no credentials he supposed.
As they made their way back down the hill, Marcus found the courage to bring up a point that had been nagging him for quite a while, and hoped the casual star-lit stroll back to the University would suffice for a suitable backdrop. His hand gently squeezed the Lilium's as he gazed over to her, his smile fainter than usual, with the spirit in his emerald orbs diminished to a tiny glimmer; like a light struggling through it's own shadows. His voice was characteristically calm, but with an emotion to it that one could only describe as experience; weighing down his words as they left his mouth. It was not depression or sorrow that was exuding from the young scholar however. The optimism still remained, but the feeling was more akin to a long-buried fact, brought back to the surface with a heaving effort.
"Lilium, no matter what you may have done in these past centuries, it is never too late to change yourself. Things are never what they seem, not even our own beings..." His smile grew for a moment, but not radiating with his usual cheery disposition. No, this was with the dark truth of the world, come to bare it's fangs in the light for a moment before recessing into the chasm from which it came.
"Everyone has their secrets, and everyone their skeletons. Don't let yours define who you are." Letting himself relax for a moment, Marcus let out a soothing sigh, his usual cheer and character returning to him. As he laced his arm around the small of Lilium's back with a playful smirk, they walked beneath the entrance to the University, their stroll approaching its end. The young magician's voice came back filled with his natural calming tone, and with a smirk he held his companion close to him, whispering in her ear as he coordinated his steps.
"Tonight, I want you to promise me one simple thing Lilium..."
"Do not fear the day."
To Be Continued