Mandor had abandoned Marco in shadow with nothing but his clothes on his back. He had learned the hard way how to handle anything that came his way. He'd gone from living a simple life in a simple cottage in the woods to the busy busy bustle of New York without anyone explaining to him what car was or internet for that matter. He had survived simply because he had the wit and brain for it.
His smile was an amused affair when Felix leaned in to kiss his mouth, turning just a little smug because it never ceased to be satisfying to still be able to draw Felix in like that, with that particular grin that would probably be the end of Marco one day. He considered it - actually yes he did - to just stop Felix right then and there and turn that grin into something more...
But he managed to pull himself away and instead turned his attention to the cabin. He made a quick round about the property, then returned to the kitchen to fire up the wood stove. He didn't bother using magic for this, or for lighting a fire in the other fireplace that would end up heating the cabin most of all. He did break out a few spells for dusting and vanishing some spiderwebs but part of the food happened by hand, because he simply just liked working with a proper stove whenever he found one.
By the time Felix was ready, Marco had found a coffee pot, that gurgled happily on the stove, he had filled a few sandwiches with bacon and eggs fried on the stove plus a small mountain of greens. They could both eat their way through a deli, so he hadn't held back. For a desert, he had used one of his spells that came with dishes and folded napkins, artfully displayed oven fried apples toppled with vanilla ice cream. The porcelain delicate and gilded, the ice cream dusted with cinnamon and crystallized sugar. Yes, yes, it was his father's hand right there. Mandor had sniffed at the apples and made a lot of suggestions; Marco still had tastes that were less delicate, however, so he had went with this.
His shoes were left in the vestibule and he wore a pair of knitted socks on top of the legs of his jeans, and had drawn a soft cashmere sweater on top of his shirt before getting to work, hair tied back to a tiny bun at the back of his head. Similar pair of socks and a thick, soft sweater rested on one of the chairs, waiting for Felix.
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His smile was an amused affair when Felix leaned in to kiss his mouth, turning just a little smug because it never ceased to be satisfying to still be able to draw Felix in like that, with that particular grin that would probably be the end of Marco one day. He considered it - actually yes he did - to just stop Felix right then and there and turn that grin into something more...
But he managed to pull himself away and instead turned his attention to the cabin. He made a quick round about the property, then returned to the kitchen to fire up the wood stove. He didn't bother using magic for this, or for lighting a fire in the other fireplace that would end up heating the cabin most of all. He did break out a few spells for dusting and vanishing some spiderwebs but part of the food happened by hand, because he simply just liked working with a proper stove whenever he found one.
By the time Felix was ready, Marco had found a coffee pot, that gurgled happily on the stove, he had filled a few sandwiches with bacon and eggs fried on the stove plus a small mountain of greens. They could both eat their way through a deli, so he hadn't held back. For a desert, he had used one of his spells that came with dishes and folded napkins, artfully displayed oven fried apples toppled with vanilla ice cream. The porcelain delicate and gilded, the ice cream dusted with cinnamon and crystallized sugar. Yes, yes, it was his father's hand right there. Mandor had sniffed at the apples and made a lot of suggestions; Marco still had tastes that were less delicate, however, so he had went with this.
His shoes were left in the vestibule and he wore a pair of knitted socks on top of the legs of his jeans, and had drawn a soft cashmere sweater on top of his shirt before getting to work, hair tied back to a tiny bun at the back of his head. Similar pair of socks and a thick, soft sweater rested on one of the chairs, waiting for Felix.