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Complexity
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Chapter List
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Title: Complexity

Fandom: Twilight series

Pairing: eventual Marcus/Seth

Part: VI. Forces of Attraction

Prompt: 015. unknown ; 029. need

Words: 5560 words

Summary: Volterra was his prison, an entire city, but it didn't make up for the fact that he was alone and tortured. There had to be something to make this death sentence worthwhile.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Twilight series, and I don't claim to own it either. It belongs to Stephanie Meyer, and I only write these things to satisfy the muses and make nothing from it.

VI. Forces of Attraction
Two months later...
The library was huge.
Seth had never seen so many books, bookshelves, before in his life. Though, he wasn’t well-travelled by any definition of it; the farthest that he’d been from Forks and La Push before had been Seattle. And yes, he did realize that that was pretty damn sad for someone his age; but he’d been a bit tied up with being a wolf and a defender of La Push and all that.
He’d never felt the need to travel far before anyway. His family and his entire world were in that small town wrapped up in the dreary but homey forests of Washington, and he’d never have traded any of that for anything.
Thinking of home only brought up the still raw wounds of having to leave his entire family behind. He still missed them even though he’d sworn that he’d avoid thinking about them; that he’d move on and try to piece his life back together. He’d been doing pretty well, or at least, he thought he had.
Only Heidi had bothered to even try and befriend him. She’d cut straight through his depression and immediately started treating him like he was a person, and not a ‘bag of blood’ as Felix had so nicely dubbed him. That big, brawny vampire wasn’t particularly friendly towards Seth, but he wasn’t downright cruel, either. He was apathetic towards Seth, which made the young man’s life considerably easier.
Later he realized it was because Heidi had laid into him about at least making an effort to being nice to him. As it turned out, the two of them were mates; which wasn’t too surprising, or at least, Seth didn’t think so. From what he knew of vampires, apparently all the drop-dead beauties went for the brawny ones. Go figure.
When it came down to the others, Alec was always on the fringe of things. He didn’t make an effort to get to know Seth, but he didn’t make his life a living hell either, which was good, because Seth had his hands full dealing with his crazed, homicidal sister. But if it wasn’t for Alec almost always avoiding him, then Seth would’ve said that he was almost friendly. Well, Alec wouldn’t avoid him if it would appear like he was being rude, but when they were on opposite sides of a room with others in it, or if they passed each other in a hallway, Alec would leave or move on as quickly as possible.
Jane was the one who made Seth’s life a living hell.
It hadn’t taken Seth long to figure that the best way to avoid a torture session was to just avoid Jane, period. Unfortunately, that was easier said then done because his scent was rather distinctive in a palace full of vampires. She could track him easily from one side of the palace to the other, and find him where she’d commence with her ‘fun’.
Seth was hoping that once he’d been there for long enough, that Jane would give up on him or leave him alone. He doubted that, since she took such pleasure in hearing him scream, but when his scent (which was rapidly changing) blended in better with the vampires, and he’d been living there for a while, than his scent would have soaked into the building, making it harder to track him down.
The apparent cause of Jane’s single-minded determination to torture Seth but not drive him completely insane was Aro.
Aro was, technically, the leader of the Volturi. Or at least, Seth was pretty sure that he considered himself their leader. After all, Aro had pretty much created all of the major members of the coven, excluding Marcus and Caius; those two had found him.
But Aro was, in Seth’s opinion, about ten times scarier then Jane. He seemed to take an almost morbid pleasure in seeing the young wolf suffer; seeing how far he could be pushed without snapping him.
Then again, Aro had taken far too much pleasure when they’d been outfitting Seth’s rather complicated and technologically advanced tracking device. He’d enjoyed seeing just how much of an electrical shock they could deal Seth that would incapacitate him but not kill him. That had been Seth’s ‘welcoming present’ when he’d first arrived in Volterra.
The device itself was similar to the ones that Seth had seen on TV which were used to monitor sex offenders, or other criminals who had been released on parole into the community. Only his was a lot more streamlined, and not as bulky. More or less, it was a simple leather strap wrapped around his ankle with a GPS transmitter built in, along with an electrical current. He didn’t really understand the mechanics of it, but he knew that it was probably more advanced then anything that any government in the world had access too.
Unluckily for him, the electric shock that he’d receive if he ever tried to leave Volterra’s limits would be enough to kill a normal human. But then again, he was lucky that it wouldn’t actually kill him. That was one advantage to being a shifter, but it also meant that the shock he received was incredibly painful and was more then enough to knock him out cold, or maybe even kill him if he was in a weakened state.
The last two members of the Volturi coven were the most outwardly cruel and the most enigmatic.
Caius was cruel and manipulative, and didn’t bother hiding it behind a façade of civility and kindness that Aro did. If there was something that he wanted, then he went after it, and he usually got it. But he also had a deep hatred of Seth, even though he wasn’t a true ‘Child of the Moon’ as Caius referred to true werewolves as. The fact still remained that Seth could change into a wolf at will, and he harboured a deep loathing for werewolves after nearly being killed by one many centuries earlier.
With that, Caius made no illusions about being nice to Seth. In fact, he made it very obvious that he would like nothing else but to see Seth dead, preferably drained of blood, or one of them altogether. Apparently, he thought seeing if Seth could be turned would be a fascinating experiment to carry out sometime in the future.
Seth shuddered at the thought. He didn’t relish the idea of more pain in the future.
And lastly, there was Marcus.
Marcus was the one that Seth just couldn’t figure out. He was mysterious, spoke very little, and preferred quiet to lots of conversation. From what Seth could tell, he kept to himself mostly; not even associating very much with the rest of the Volturi coven. Not even Alec was as reclusive as Marcus.
Though, Seth wasn’t scared of him, at all. Not even when he’d first met him, Seth hadn’t felt that thrill of fear shoot through him as it had when he’d been introduced to every other vampire who made up the coven; including Heidi. Instead, he felt… well, he couldn’t actually really put a name to how he’d felt when he’d first met Marcus.
There was, to put it simply, something about Marcus that drew Seth to him almost unconsciously. Normally Seth wouldn’t seek out the quiet and not very social types – like Marcus – since he preferred people who were a bit more social and had a really good sense of humour.
When he looked at Marcus’ face, he felt that the vampire wouldn’t know what a good joke was even if it bit him in the ass. And bit him hard.
But Seth had been finding that he didn’t mind the quiet so much when it was Marcus who he was with. It surprised him just a little, but he found the quiet and peaceful presence comforting. He still missed home and everything that went with that, and he was willing to latch onto any small comfort that he could, even if he didn’t understand why he found it to be so.
He was thinking that maybe he’d understand it one day, or that it was maybe that special ‘gift’ of Marcus’: to make people feel comfortable around him. Whatever the case was, Seth was fine with how things were at that moment; even if he was a little unnerved by his own feelings and the effects which he sometimes felt when around the ancient vampire.

.:-o-:. .:-o-:. .:-o-:.
“Do you want to go out and see Volterra tonight?” Heidi asked, pulling out her best puppy eyes; not like they were necessary.
Seth rolled his eyes at her, but grinned good-naturedly, “Yeah, sure. I haven’t been outside this place since I got here. It sounds like fun.”
“Alright!” She pumped her fist into the air, a huge smile on her face which only accentuated both her own natural beauty and the enhanced nature of her looks because she was a vampire. While she didn’t look angelic, like Alec or Jane, she was like Rosalie; you never forgot a face like hers, and just being in the room with her was enough to feel inadequate.
Despite the fact that Heidi’s appearance could take any man – or woman’s – breath away had absolutely no effect on Seth. It was one reason why she loved the young man so much; it was nice to get a break from being stared at like one was a piece of meat. Or eye-candy. Seth was good enough to treat her like an actual person, someone touchable and attainable, instead of the unapproachable, inhuman beauty that almost everyone else saw her as; even her own mate.
“I’ll need to get permission first, though.” Seth frowned at that. He wasn’t looking too forward to having to approach either Caius or Aro on the subject, since he highly doubted that either of them would let him leave. Caius would say no because he hated Seth for no other reason then the fact that he was a shifter who took the form of a wolf. On the other hand, Aro wouldn’t let him go because Seth was the newest addition to his ‘collection’, which made him very valuable to the older vampire; for the time being, at least.
Which left Marcus.
“Damn, I forgot about that.” Heidi frowned and crossed her arms. Even though she was a member of the Volturi, and a prized one at that, she wasn’t too comfortable around any of its leaders. Aro creeped her out, Caius was just plain evil, and Marcus… well Marcus was a zombie, so it was kind of hard to get to know him at all.
“I’ll handle it Heidi, don’t worry about it.” Seth gave her a reassuring smile and a one-armed hug. “You’ll get to drag me around the city, I’m sure that I can convince someone to give me permission to leave. Being stuck inside this place wouldn’t do me any good, I’ll go stir-crazy eventually.”
“That’s true; they’ll have to let you out sometime, but I want you to come out with me tonight. I’m leaving tomorrow and I’m not going to be back for a few days; Aro’s sending me out on a fishing trip.”
Seth was all too familiar with the implications of what Heidi had said. He knew that she was the one who was sent out to bring in fresh prey for the vampires who called this small town home. It had been one of the bigger adjustments that he’d had to make since the only other vampires who he had ever known had been ‘vegetarian’ by their races standards. The crimson eyes were a little creepy at times, but Seth had gotten used to them, even though they still scared him just a little. They were a constant remainder to him that any of the Volturi could choose to kill him and drain him if they ever felt the urge; or got hungry enough.
Heidi chewed her lip nervously, realizing that she’d probably just made Seth a little uncomfortable with what she’d just said, “Oops, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that, but I felt that you needed to know that I wouldn’t be here for a few days.”
“It’s not the first time that you’ve disappeared; I’ve gotten used to it by now.” He shrugged it off. Heidi had been too nice to him, and he didn’t believe that she deserved his hatred just because of a lifestyle choice. But then again, she didn’t actually have much choice in who or what she fed on because it was a law (or something) that all members of the Volturi had to feed on humans. Aro didn’t see the reason for one abstaining from their ‘natural food source’.
“If you say so, but I’ll try not to mention it again. I know that it makes you uncomfortable.”
“I know that I am, but it’s not exactly something that you can’t change so I won’t be mad at you or judge you for that.”
She smiled at him, “You’re not a very judgemental person, are you Seth?”
There was a short flash of pain that went straight to his heart and stabbed at it viciously. He looked down at his feet.
“He’s got the purest, kindest mind I’ve ever seen, you’re really lucky to have a connection to his mind.”
“I know.”
“Yeah… I know; you’re not the first person to comment on that.”
Seeming to know that she’d hurt Seth, Heidi smiled at him comfortingly and pulled him into her rock-hard embrace. “I’m sorry if I hurt you Seth, I didn’t mean to.”
He returned the embrace, shoving back the pain behind the doors which he’d erected inside of himself, “It’s alright, I’ll get used to it at some point. Sometimes being reminded of… everyone is just too much.”
“You’ll always feel pain and sadness over it, and that’s alright,” Heidi pulled away, but took his hands in hers and gave them a comforting squeeze. “Just try to remember all of the good times, and they’re not really gone. Who knows? You might be able to go back some day.”
I doubt it. “Thanks Heidi.”
“Hey, what are friends for?” She laughed. “Well, I’ll see you later then. Meet me at the front gates at night fall if you can come, alright?”
“Sure thing.”
She smiled at him once more warmly before she disappeared down a side hallway, waving at him and calling out a farewell as she did so.
Unable to help it, and feeling better then he had earlier Seth grinned back at her and returned the wave, watching her vanish out of sight around a corner. He felt that, even if things didn’t work out and he never got to see his home again, that at least he had Heidi there to keep him cheerful and looking at the bright side of life; he’d always been an optimist anyway.
Now that he had a mission to accomplish, Seth set about making his way through the huge palace to look for Marcus and avoid Jane at the same time. The last thing he wanted was for her to find out that he was planning on leaving for a short while, even if it was with Heidi which was perfectly within the boundaries of the rules he lived with.
The angelic little vampire wasn’t at all dissuaded from her usual routine of torturing Seth until he passed out in front of her, and he knew that it pained Heidi too. He hadn’t found anyone, yet, who could stop her outright from doing that to him since Aro refused to actually give the order that he knew she’d obey.
Backtracking through the halls, Seth went back to his room to grab a hoodie since the halls and most of the others rooms were getting a bit chilly with the late evening, fall air. It wasn’t too cold yet, but the chill still soaked in despite his higher then human body temperature.
Once he’d pulled it on and zipped it up, Seth set out on a journey to find the last member of the Volturi leadership trio.
He’d memorized Marcus’ scent already – a pleasant smell that reminded him of the forests back home, but at the same time spoke of unfamiliar ones – and it also happened to be distinctive, which made it easy enough for him to follow or find. In a lot of places, it was faded which told him that Marcus hadn’t been there in a while.
Not frustrated at all by his lack of success after a few minutes of searching several of the halls, and narrowly avoiding a run-in with Jane, Seth wondered down the familiar corridor which led to the library. Now he could smell Marcus’ scent, and it was much stronger then it had been in the rest of the palace, which told him that he was on the right path.
Well, that was kind of predictable; Seth normally did find Marcus in the library.
Opening one of the large, double oak doors, Seth peeked in and took a cautious look around and didn’t see anyone. The only people that he could smell were Marcus, and his own stale scent from the day before.
That was a good thing; Marcus had a tendency to withdraw when he was around other people and not talk very much. Which was sort of weird, because he didn’t do a lot of talking in the first place; not that Seth minded all that much.
Stepping inside and letting the door fall closed behind him with a muffled thud, Seth took a deep breath before venturing through the huge shelves and winding his way through stacks of books and scrolls. The entire place was well-kept, if not a little chaotic, and it had a pleasant smell to it too. Books had always possessed a comforting smell for Seth, even before he’d gained the advanced sense which came with the transformation.
Tucked away in a back corner of the huge room was a small sitting area that Seth had become very familiar with over the past weeks. Several very cushy armchairs and a couch were arranged in front of a fireplace with a coffee table in the center, and an end table placed between two of the arm chairs.
Marcus was sitting in the arm chair closest to the fire, an old book propped open in his lap while he stared into the fire. He didn’t seem to notice Seth, or if he did, then he made no motion to greet him; but that was pretty much normal.
In the light from the fire, Marcus looked almost human, but still with that almost alien beauty to him that all vampires seemed to possess. The firelight cast warm shadows of red and orange across his face, accenting the angular lines of his face and his high cheekbones, and also making his dark brown hair look almost black, but at the same time aflame.
All in all, it was a little breath-taking, and it took a few moments for Seth to realize that his mouth was wide open and he was staring at Marcus like an idea. He snapped his mouth closed with an audible click, and then very pointedly looked at his shoes for several moments as he fought back an insane blush.
So sure, he found Marcus attractive – which wasn’t completely unusual, vampires were drop-dead gorgeous – but that didn’t mean anything… did it?
“Hey Marcus,” Seth greeted, the corner of his mouth quirking up just a little. There were some things that he just couldn’t help when he was around the ancient vampire, and something about him just made him smile. Not a face-splitting one, but the small kind. Seth got the feeling that Marcus needed a lot of them; the guy was too down most of the times that he saw him.
There wasn’t an answering verbal confirmation that Marcus knew he was there, but the vampire did set aside the book he’d been reading and crossed his hands in his lap.
Despite the fact that Marcus looked like he hadn’t even realized Seth was in the room with him, much less spoken to him, the young wolf knew that he had the vampire’s undivided attention. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t looking at him or that his posture was turned slightly away from him; Seth just knew that he was listening.
“Heidi wanted to take me out and show me around Volterra tonight. Would it be okay if I went with her?”
For several long moments, there was nothing but silence, and Seth was starting to get nervous that his request would be turned down – even though almost every part of him was screaming out that Marcus would say yes – as the seconds dragged on into minutes. He didn’t think it should take that long to make such a simple choice, but then again, vampire’s seemed to have a different sense of time then anyone else.
That probably had something to do with the whole living-for-eternity thing that they had going; Seth was starting to develop theories on why vampire’s behaved as they did. He was that by the time he’d spent years, and maybe decades, in Volterra that he’d be able to compile volumes on the subject and probably never get any closer to any of the answers.
“As long as you return before dawn, then there is no problem.”
Seth’s head snapped up immediately, and this time he couldn’t help the huge, face-splitting smile that spread across his face when he got his answer. He couldn’t help it; he was just so damn happy to finally be able to go out and enjoy a little bit of freedom.
Before he could think through his actions, Seth leaped forward and threw his arms around Marcus’ neck in what would have been a suffocating grip if the vampire had been human with a loud, “Thank you so much!”
The vampire completely froze up, but Seth didn’t notice. He pulled back quickly enough, still grinning, and then started jogging back to the exit of the library; waving back and calling out a farewell over his shoulder as he did.
“See you later Marcus! Promise I’ll be back before then!”

.:-o-:. .:-o-:. .:-o-:.
The draw which Seth felt towards Marcus wasn’t completely natural, that was the one thing that he was sure of. But at the same time, he didn’t think that it was necessarily bad either, because at least Marcus was interesting. And when he used the word ‘interesting’ he meant that Marcus didn’t want to tear his head off or otherwise torture him to the point where he nearly lost it, or did.
And since Seth had always known Marcus to be, well not quite friendly, quiet but a nice enough person (for a vampire); he didn’t know that the way that the vampire acted around him wasn’t how he normally acted.
“You got permission?” Heidi was the only one out of the entire Volturi coven who’d made any attempt at all to befriend him. While everyone else complained about how he smelled, even though his scent was getting better each day, she’d pretty much ignored it from the start in favour of bugging Seth into becoming her shopping buddy and personal Barbie doll. He’d quickly figured out that it was just her way of expressing affection; she hadn’t had too much experience with the emotions.
Well, she treated him more like a Ken doll, but that wasn’t the point.
“Yeah, I did. I can’t leave the city limits though,” Seth replied.
“As great of news as this is, I’ve got to know. Who gave you permission? Caius hates your guts; and he’s a pretty big, scary jerk anyway. Which kind of leaves Aro and I’m pretty sure that he wouldn’t ever let his shiny new toy out of his sight.”
“Marcus said it was alright, as long as I came back before dawn.”
“Whoa! Hang on here!” Heidi threw her hands into the air, staring at Seth with a look of complete shock on her face. “The zombie himself – the apathetic Marcus – gave you permission to leave and come with me to Volterra?”
“Yeah... but why is that so shocking to you?” Seth stopped, doing up his jacket to ward off the late evening chill. “And he’s not a zombie; he doesn’t try to eat my brains whenever I’m around him.”
She grinned, “Oh hun, whatever did you do that you got Marcus of all people to actually talk to you? I’ll tell you this: you’re one special guy.”
“Uh huh, I’m one special guy who’s definitely got no interest in standing here all night.” He rolled his eyes at her. “Are we gonna go or not?”
“Right!” Heidi beamed at him, looping her arm through his as she led him out of the entrance hall of the huge Volturi palace and out into the cool air of an Italian evening. But there was still that shadow of wonder lurking in the back of her mind about Seth; because Marcus didn’t talk, and he didn’t give permission. The guy was like a statue; there had been no exaggeration on her part when she’d called him a zombie.
“So what do you have planned? Other than shopping.” It was the first time in the two months that Seth had been with the Volturi that he was actually allowed to go into the city from which their coven drew its name. He was excited about it, even if he did still miss… well, there was no use lingering on that; he’d promised himself that he’d try to make the best of the situation. He’d finished his mourning already, and while he’d never be able to go back, that didn’t give him the right to be a miserable ass for the rest of his life. Leah and his mom would expect him to be strong, to make the best of it, just like he always did.
“Well, I was thinking that first we’d grab a light dinner, just a little something for you since I don’t eat. Than I’d like to do a little browsing of a few of the little boutiques – I need to get your measurements by the way – and then I was thinking that maybe I could show you a few of the sights.”
“Okay, that sounds fine,” Seth replied with a nod. “We can do that all before morning?”
“We might have to cut out the sightseeing, but everything else we should be able to fit into tonight.” Heidi dragged him through the streets, eyes peeled for any suspicious activity like she’d been taught over the centuries which she’d been a member of the Volturi. It was second nature to her now. “But giving me your measurements is a must, because then I can do some online shopping and make some orders and inquiries for you.”
“What were you in your former life: a designer or a stylist?”
“Very funny Seth; and for the record, I’m not sure really what I did in my former life. It’s entirely possible that I didn’t have a career, that I had a family.” Heidi shrugged it off, despite the morbid topic. “I don’t really remember it, so I’ve decided not to care. I’ve got a second chance, so I’m going to use it as best I can.”
That made Seth smile. In some ways, Heidi reminded him a bit of Leah, just in her stubborn and determined nature; she was a lot like his sister, just a little softer around the edges, and with a sense of humour. It was a comfort to him, that she’d sort of adopted him as her own little brother, made him feel more at home.
“Lead on, oh great leader, we’ve got stuff to do, don’t we?” Seth joked with a grin.
“Right! Let’s go!” She grabbed his wrist in her iron-clad grasp, and began pulling him along behind her as she led the way along the winding path and into the city through a back entrance.

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With the window thrown wide open, someone had been watching the vampire lead the shifter off into Volterra. The figure had heard their entire conversation, and he would have to admit he was… intrigued by the new arrival. As usual, Aro had brought back someone who was definitely of interest.
The shifter was… well, Marcus wasn’t too sure that he could come with the words that would accurately describe him. In fact, he was having problems defining what he thought the shifter was like. After all, he knew that he acted much differently around the others of his coven, but the way that he’d just seen him interact with Heidi…
It made him wonder which sides to him were real, and which ones were not.
Thinking on that, Marcus wondered if, perhaps, the shifter was some kind of enchanter or some sort of spirit. He quickly dispelled that idea; after all, he knew that those sorts of things were just outdated superstitions. He’d thought that he’d left behind those archaic beliefs years ago. The world was a cold and hard and cruel place, there was no room for fairy tales in it; no room for happy endings.
But the warmth from Seth’s arms still lingered around his neck, and Marcus couldn’t shrug off that lingering feeling of belonging when the shifter had embraced him. In fact, that brief moment of physical contact had brought out this deep, hungry yearning in Marcus for more of it. For some reason, his entire unconscious being seemed to cry out to him to hold the shifter close again and never let him go.
He wouldn’t have given the shifter permission if it wasn’t for the simple fact that he brought out a side of him that hadn’t seen the light for centuries. In fact, Marcus had never been as open as he usually was with Seth since she had passed on. That was something that he didn’t understand; how could he be happy again without her? After all, she’d been the first – and he’d assumed only – one who’d understood him and made him love.
Marcus didn’t love, not after her. He didn’t believe in second chances, or any of those other hocus-pocus superstitious things which people constructed in order to deal with the pain of losing a loved one. They were dead and gone, and Marcus had long since learned to live with that.
Of course, it could also have been that he was scared to fall in love again, because it had hurt him so much the first time he had.
He’d spent centuries turning himself into an apathetic person to ward people away, building up the walls around his heart so that they were high and thick and impenetrable. Marcus had believed that he’d be safe from any future heartache because no one would be able to get in to make him care enough about them for him to hurt if they died or left.
But then along came Seth Clearwater and suddenly all off his carefully constructed defences had been smashed and the shifter had made himself at home inside of Marcus’ long-dead heart. And it didn’t look like he’d be leaving any time soon.
Marcus couldn’t figure out a way to push the young man away without hurting him, and oddly enough, he found himself unwilling to do so. What he felt for the shifter was confusing, and almost too familiar; it scared him, other emotions he could understand and deal with accordingly, but what he was actually feeling was terrifying.
Lust he could understand, after all, he’d been suppressing that part of his nature for centuries, even before he’d met her. That aspect – the sexual – had never entered their relationship, and Marcus had felt no desire to pursue anyone else to fulfill that need of his when he’d been with her. If it was just lust that he felt for Seth, then he could understand that, he could understand and learn to live with that.
But that wasn’t the case. What he felt was confusing, complex, and intricate. It had wound itself into his being and taken a firm hold of what little remaining essence there had been of himself after her loss, only to begin building it back up again around Seth. Marcus was terrified that he was unconsciously and consciously regaining his former spark of life and heart and that the reconstruction was so dependent on one person. And a fragile human at that.
In closing, he thought, he couldn’t lose Seth, and he couldn’t let anyone else have him either. That darker part of him wouldn’t allow it, and also the more human part of him which was slowly being resurrected refused to permit anyone hurting the young man at all. If Seth was happy and well, then Marcus could more closely examine his own feelings and come up with a plan, or an idea, of what he should do.
With that decided on, Marcus turned away from the window and retreated back to his armchair by the fire, determined more then ever to figure out the complexity of his relationship with one Seth Clearwater.
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