Billy's eyes widen in surprise at the realisation of just how old Marcus actually is and things slide into place and it makes sense that he'd try desperately to take his own life after living that long. He also realises that that would make this just a blip in his own life and he hopes he can make it worth it.
"I'm not going anywhere." A beat. "I mean, I'm probably gonna have to go pee soon but I'm not leaving."
Billy wasn't the most eloquent, but he did have a way of bringing a very
slight smile to Marcus' face with his choice of words. "Why don't you go on
ahead. I'll start up something for breakfast..." He looked at the time, it
was far later than he thought, "or brunch. Any requests?" Because Marcus
likely knew how to make it, and it didn't matter to him what they ate.
But they were rather comfortable in bed like this, so despite telling Billy
to go on, he didn't exactly let go of the younger man for him to do so.
Billy makes no move to get up even though he actually does need to pee and the idea of food is appealing. Instead he relaxes further into Marcus' hold, stealing kisses and peppering more across his face and jaw.
"Bacon. Eggs. Coffee." They could go out but that involves clothes and exposing themselves to the public and Billy has no intention of doing either right now, especially when here he has Marcus all to himself.
"Things I do happen to have in my fridge," Marcus replied, making no secret
that he was enjoying the attention from Billy. He seemed to revel under
every little touch of caress, and wasn't afraid to reciprocate with his own
little kisses back.
This possibly lasted another ten minutes before Marcus finally released
Billy. "Go, before our brunch becomes lunch."
"Yeah? It's like you know me so well already." With one last kiss, Billy climbs off Marcus' lap and heads to the bathroom. There's the tell tale ache of a good night and he smiles, winking at Marcus before he leaves the room.
He finds him in the kitchen and takes a seat at the same place he's sat the night before. "So are some of these rocks the same age as you?"
"I'm not as old as the Earth, only mankind," he said. The coffee was
already brewing by the time Billy sat down. Marcus just started taking out
the eggs. "But I did collect them from places I've been... Each represents
a chapter in my life, I suppose." And there were a lot of them.
"How do you want your eggs?" He got the rest of the things out for bacon
and even some potatoes that he could fry up with their meal.
"So... Yes? Do you have a favourite?" Which is not a question he ever expected to ask anyone, let alone someone who wasn't a child. But they were clearly important and relevant and Billy wasn't about to mock them.
"Not really.... They're mostly of the recent millennia. Some obtained as a
remnant of the past." Marcus chuckled as he started scrambling the eggs,
adding in the milk and tricks to make them incredibly fluffy. "Can you
imagine lugging around a rock collection in ancient Rome? Or even across
the great desert."
He split the portions on two plates before working on the bacon. "Coffee's
ready. Get yours how you want it."
"I mean, you've still lugged them around, haven't you?" Billy stands and makes himself his coffee, stirring in a sugar and some milk. "How do you have yours?" It'd be easy enough for him to make that too seeing Marcus is cooking them breakfast.
"Are you insane? No. I think this started in medieval times.
Transportation, and collecting possessions got a little easier by then. I
don't have a lot of things from my earlier days." There simply weren't any
storage spaces back then, and Marcus moved around too often to put down
roots where he could hold stuff.
"Oh, just pour one out, I take it black." A few more minutes and he was
done, carrying two heaping plates of eggs and bacon for each of them.
"Hey, I don't know what you were doing." Aside from trying to end his curse and, therefore, his life. That thought sparks an idea in Billy's mind but he sets about pouring the man a coffee and then coming back around to take his same seat, taking a deep sniff of the smell of bacon.
"Smells great. Coffee." He waits until Marcus is sitting as well, taking a bite out of a piece of bacon. "Has your name always been Marcus? I'm assuming the last name changes, but have you always kept your first name?"
"It has been for a long while," Marcus said, sidestepping answering the
question when he hadn't come up with an answer for himself yet. "It's
easier when I don't have to remember which one it is now."
"Thanks." He took the coffee and sipped the hot brew. "Started in Ancient
Greece, and it kind of stuck since. Seems like forever now."
"Do you usually try and keep a name that matches well with the time?" He figures that Marcus will tell him what other names he's used and what name he was given at birth if he wants to. He's already been so open with him this morning that Billy isn't willing to push it any further.
"It would be less suspicious," Marcus explained, "I tried not to draw
attention to myself too much... as I'm sure you understand." Marcus looked
up from his food at Billy. Knowing that the boy had powers made him as much
as Marcus was a specimen to be studied in a lab somewhere by the curious or
the heartless.
"They all kind of blended together," Marcus admitted as he resumed eating.
"It's less the time period as the various locations, countries. I traveled
quite a bit, been to all the places that a man could walk to in Euroasia
before they invented transportation to the Americas."
"What? Afraid you'll end up in the history books or something? Oh my god, what if you're in a history book somewhere!" He smiles, eyes wide and a forkful of eggs half way to his mouth. "I... feel like I know what you mean but I never had to worry about that." In fact, the runner of the lab that knew about him had been the ones making sure no one else knew about him.
Marcus didn't usually talk about himself a lot, mainly because he was
severely limited to what about himself he could say. Yet with Billy who
already knew he was an immortal, he found he was happy to divulge to
someone who would listen.
They talked a little about his time as a gladiator for Rome, then of
travels to ancient Egypt. He was there when the pyramids were built, was a
slave that helped build one of them at least. Life was hard back then, and
his roles fluctuated from merchant to soldier to slavery, just whatever got
him going to the next day. Breakfast was finished, but they remained at the
table talking, or for a long as Billy had questions for him about his long
lived experiences. Marcus sidestepped questions about his love life,
clearly sore subjects, and tried not to mention too much about his failed
attempts at ending his own life, not wanting to make Billy uncomfortable.
But other than that, he was relatively open.
"... Want me to put on another pot of coffee?" he asked, a few hours later
and realizing it was afternoon already and they were out again.
Billy listened and asked questions as Marcus talked. It was amazing, hearing about all the things the older man had seen and done, all the things he'd experienced. He'd lived so many different lives and done so many different things and Billy was in awe.
He nods at the offer for more coffee, having not realised how much time had past. "We should sit on the couch too, if there's more, 'cause my ass is numb.
"The things you've seen, that's shit you can't even read in history books. It's beyond amazing and terrifying and... thank you, for sharing it with me."
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"I'm not going anywhere." A beat. "I mean, I'm probably gonna have to go pee soon but I'm not leaving."
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Billy wasn't the most eloquent, but he did have a way of bringing a very slight smile to Marcus' face with his choice of words. "Why don't you go on ahead. I'll start up something for breakfast..." He looked at the time, it was far later than he thought, "or brunch. Any requests?" Because Marcus likely knew how to make it, and it didn't matter to him what they ate.
But they were rather comfortable in bed like this, so despite telling Billy to go on, he didn't exactly let go of the younger man for him to do so.
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"Bacon. Eggs. Coffee." They could go out but that involves clothes and exposing themselves to the public and Billy has no intention of doing either right now, especially when here he has Marcus all to himself.
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"Things I do happen to have in my fridge," Marcus replied, making no secret that he was enjoying the attention from Billy. He seemed to revel under every little touch of caress, and wasn't afraid to reciprocate with his own little kisses back.
This possibly lasted another ten minutes before Marcus finally released Billy. "Go, before our brunch becomes lunch."
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He finds him in the kitchen and takes a seat at the same place he's sat the night before. "So are some of these rocks the same age as you?"
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"I'm not as old as the Earth, only mankind," he said. The coffee was already brewing by the time Billy sat down. Marcus just started taking out the eggs. "But I did collect them from places I've been... Each represents a chapter in my life, I suppose." And there were a lot of them.
"How do you want your eggs?" He got the rest of the things out for bacon and even some potatoes that he could fry up with their meal.
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"I'll have them however you cook them."
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"Not really.... They're mostly of the recent millennia. Some obtained as a remnant of the past." Marcus chuckled as he started scrambling the eggs, adding in the milk and tricks to make them incredibly fluffy. "Can you imagine lugging around a rock collection in ancient Rome? Or even across the great desert."
He split the portions on two plates before working on the bacon. "Coffee's ready. Get yours how you want it."
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"Are you insane? No. I think this started in medieval times. Transportation, and collecting possessions got a little easier by then. I don't have a lot of things from my earlier days." There simply weren't any storage spaces back then, and Marcus moved around too often to put down roots where he could hold stuff.
"Oh, just pour one out, I take it black." A few more minutes and he was done, carrying two heaping plates of eggs and bacon for each of them.
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"Smells great. Coffee." He waits until Marcus is sitting as well, taking a bite out of a piece of bacon. "Has your name always been Marcus? I'm assuming the last name changes, but have you always kept your first name?"
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"It has been for a long while," Marcus said, sidestepping answering the question when he hadn't come up with an answer for himself yet. "It's easier when I don't have to remember which one it is now."
"Thanks." He took the coffee and sipped the hot brew. "Started in Ancient Greece, and it kind of stuck since. Seems like forever now."
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"What time period has been your favourite?"
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"It would be less suspicious," Marcus explained, "I tried not to draw attention to myself too much... as I'm sure you understand." Marcus looked up from his food at Billy. Knowing that the boy had powers made him as much as Marcus was a specimen to be studied in a lab somewhere by the curious or the heartless.
"They all kind of blended together," Marcus admitted as he resumed eating. "It's less the time period as the various locations, countries. I traveled quite a bit, been to all the places that a man could walk to in Euroasia before they invented transportation to the Americas."
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"Okay, so what was your favourite location?"
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Marcus didn't usually talk about himself a lot, mainly because he was severely limited to what about himself he could say. Yet with Billy who already knew he was an immortal, he found he was happy to divulge to someone who would listen.
They talked a little about his time as a gladiator for Rome, then of travels to ancient Egypt. He was there when the pyramids were built, was a slave that helped build one of them at least. Life was hard back then, and his roles fluctuated from merchant to soldier to slavery, just whatever got him going to the next day. Breakfast was finished, but they remained at the table talking, or for a long as Billy had questions for him about his long lived experiences. Marcus sidestepped questions about his love life, clearly sore subjects, and tried not to mention too much about his failed attempts at ending his own life, not wanting to make Billy uncomfortable. But other than that, he was relatively open.
"... Want me to put on another pot of coffee?" he asked, a few hours later and realizing it was afternoon already and they were out again.
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He nods at the offer for more coffee, having not realised how much time had past. "We should sit on the couch too, if there's more, 'cause my ass is numb.
"The things you've seen, that's shit you can't even read in history books. It's beyond amazing and terrifying and... thank you, for sharing it with me."