What if my melodies are the one's nobody hears?

@Marcus <3
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To sleep perchance to dream, that was something Shakespeare had written in his play of Hamlet. A sentence Marcus has never understood until now. He felt like he was in a daze, sleeping a few hours at a time to keep check if the pack. The intruders of the house that were supposed to be a safe haven had made him sleep less, dreams even fewer between. He had set up watch, making the whole pack take turns in searching for that scent that had come to represent a fury within him. That was when the scent hit him in the woods, making him snarl as his instincts took over. He walked deeper into the forest, seeing the trees clutter together tighter as if they were fighting for the sun above. When he saw her, at first he only picked up the intruder’s scent, stalking the outskirts of the small lake. He stayed hidden until something else hit his system. The smell of her. Oh how it calmed his every being, made his body react in such a strong way, but so different than before. He walked closer, having smelled the blood before anything else made him frown, but the intruder’s scent was all over her. But it wasn’t her, her scent was calming like lavender, and as she turned around he looked her up and down. Frowning as he saw she looked away, he took a step closer, feeling like her calming scent could put him right to sleep just from being close. “Well hello there, roadkill,” he said, frowning a bit at his own words, but decided he was too tired to actually say something useful. The birds were quietly chirping in the distance, clearly staying away from the smell of blood and predators in the area. The predators being Marcus and Calla. He sighed, reaching out to touch her hand like he usually did when they were hanging out. Marcus was not a shy person, when he wanted something he took it, but things were different with Calla. He merely wanted to be near her, feel her scent calm his very being from the bottom of his heal to the top of his scalp. “Don’t be shy with me,” he pleaded. They had started opening up more, speaking of things that went on in their minds mostly. “You know, to get all that off,” he said, gesturing to her clothes and ankles. “You need a full on dip,” Marcus said with a faint smile on his lips as he looked to the lake.

Her daring smile was ever so welcome, making him smile in return as he watched her take off her dirty clothes. Marcus was not one to demand answers, knowing that what he needed to know, she would tell him. He watched as she dove in, quickly removing his shirt, shorts and shoes to jump in after her. However his jump was more like a cannonball, landing not far from her and splashing a lot of water her way. As he resurfaced he shook his head, the water droplets flying off him like projectiles from a gun. He rubbed his eyes, moving his legs to keep afloat as he then moved his dark hair backwards in a slick hairdo. He swam to her, having a hard time keeping himself away from her. “You still got something,” he muttered, cupping his hand to remove some blood from her collarbone. His hands touching her skin was unlike anything he had felt before. He knew werewolves didn’t have a mate like a witch, but so few alphas could find a real luna that could calm their inner wolf. Feeling like he just needed to touch her, he slid his free hand around her back, holding her rather close in the water as his thumb stroked the lower part of her back. They hadn’t really kissed, but holding hands and embracing each other had been what they had found comforting up until now. It was strange for a guy like Marcus to be so gentle with her, knowing fully that she in many aspects probably was stronger than him. He looked into her grey green eyes, wondering if she would let him kiss her, but he chose not to ponder too much on it. “Are you going to tell me what happened, or?” He asked in a calm voice, simply looking in her eyes. He was not one to pressure people to speak, only when he needed important information, but even then he would usually refrain from using his alpha voice. If she didn’t share, he would respect that, but either way he moved them around in the water.

Feeling her skin under his fingertips was a sensation he saw himself longing for. He wondered shortly if everyone felt like this around her, but hoped not. He didn’t mind competition, but he also wasn’t the type to share. Looking at her, he knew she was struggling a bit before she finally spoke. Her father - was that that horrid smell that had been on her? The scent of the intruder? Both Kenna and Calla had kept rather secret how they had met, but he didn’t mind having their secrets. What he did mind was when secrets could harm his pack. He looked at her, having her close calmed the anger that would normally spring to the surface, but it was like her very soul was soothing his. He let his thumb rub the lower part of her back, feeling her close as the water was still separating them slightly. Hearing her speak like this made him angry at her father, but he needed to remind himself that as it was right now, he really had no right to get angry. He had no right to be close to her either, but he did because his body beckoned for her touch. “Took care of it,” he said, repeating her words, not knowing if he should be happy or sad about that statement. He breathed out, wrapping his other arm around her in a simple embrace as they were merely threading water. He held her close, as close as his leg movements allowed at least, leaning his cheek against her hair. “However it was done is none of my concern, but I want to keep you safe,” he muttered under his breath. Sure, he was a big and protective guy, but in the end he knew Calla to be strong. He knew her to be fierce and following what she deemed right, but perhaps she didn’t need to do things on her own. He pulled out of their embrace, watching a drop of water make it from her hair and down the side of her face. “If you let me,” he added, smiling at her letting her know he just wanted to help. He felt his breath halter as he looked at her, her blue green eyes showing all the colours that he loved about nature. The lush green of the leaves on every tree and bush, the blue of the lakes that filled these woods. He let go with one hand, cupping her face with his palm as he looked at those eyes. He felt like he could watch the greenery with the small lakes inside them forever. The last thing he wanted was to take advantage of a vulnerable moment like this. He wanted her to open up, and in return he could find the courage to speak about his past as well. “Calla,” he said, almost in a breathy sigh as he looked at her. His thumb of his hand on her face started stroking her over her cheekbones, being careful to be gentle. He had started getting feelings for her, but when he thought back he didn’t know when those feelings had started. Had it started when he first laid eyes on her? When he had spotted her in the library, or when he had taken her hand when they were walking to the woods. He didn’t know, but he did know she moved something in him he believed he would never feel again.

Just being with her, hearing her heartbeat and knowing there wasn't any hidden agenda was all he needed to feel calm. That and her scent. He had always found that jasmine soothed his senses, but hers smelled more like a field of lavender, making him want to stay extra close to her. He saw her eyes wander, but to be honest he had probably looked at her lips more than he should've at this point. He breathed out, seeing her eyes move as he thought. She had said she would let him keep her safe, let him be one to take care of her, yet why did it feel more like she was healing and protecting him? He saw her move closer, and his heart was flapping it's wings like a bird trying to escape it's cage. The moment their lips touched he felt the world disappear, yet reappear in his mind. His eyes fell shut quite quickly and he leaned into the kiss, feeling like he could melt at the softness of them. Marcus had never had a kiss like this, but he had seen them in movies, when the hero and his love interest met again. Was it crazy to believe that he had known Calla in another life? Perhaps, but it wasn't that crazy with witches and vampires running around. He kept cupping her cheek, pressing her closer with the hand around her waist. He moved calmly in the water, making sure they stayed afloat as their lips did their tender dance of greeting. His breath through his nostrils were heavy, and he moved his lips against hers again. It felt like all his life he had been holding his breath, and was finally breathing. After a while he pulled away, opening his eyes carefully and looking at Calla once more. He couldn't help but chuckle a bit, placing his forehead against hers. "You have no idea how long I've wanted that," he mumbled, feeling his heart still beating like crazy in his chest. He smiled at her, breathing out as he felt his heart slowly return to its somewhat normal sound. He let go of her face, moving his hand down to rest against her neck, looking at the skin beneath his fingers. He had never felt anything so strong like this, felt like electricity was running through his veins and not the hot red blood that he knew it was. His hand moved slightly making his thumb run over the soft curve of her lower lip. "I'll keep you safe, to the best of my abilities," he promised, leaning down to kiss her again. They probably needed to get out of the water soon, but he couldn't keep away from those lips, so tender that he felt his whole world could disappear into them. He pulled away shortly, sending her a charming smile as he carefully let go of her. He could feel her get a little cold, mostly due to the fact he was quite hot blooded as well as the lake being in the shadows. Swimming tot the edge of the lake he pulled himself up, helping her up as well if she had moved with him. Everything with Calla was easy as breathing. He didn't need to be the alpha or the leader of any kind. He could just move along to what he was feeling at a particular point.

Getting out of the water he looked at her shortly before she pulled herself close again, feeling like he lost a sense of breathing normally as soon as she did that. He knew an alpha eventually would need a luna, a mate that would secure him in his wild instincts. Breathing out heavily he soon felt her lips against his, his hands moving around to hold her in his arms. She drew away again, but he didn’t dare to open his eyes, afraid the moment would disappear. He felt her forehead against his, and he couldn’t really deny himself to smile at her actions. It was nice, but hearing her words made him open his eyes and look at her. He searched her face, her eyes if they were looking at him, and he concluded that she wasn’t lying. A small chuckle escaped his lips, smiling as he was a bit in disbelief still. ”Calla,” he said in a tender voice, so many emotions running through his body in a single moment. He moved one hand up, resting his palm against her neck as she looked at her. ”I wish I could say the same, but I don’t think like will surfice; I feel strongly about you, a feeling I haven’t felt for so long, but it’s like it’s tearing at my soul,” he whispered, narrowing his eyes as he looked down and swallowed. His eyes returned to her face, studying it as if it was a painting in an art gallery, feeling himself taken aback by her pure beauty. Not just her looks, but the way she acted and spoke, it all was there to show him how much he cared for her. ”It sounds stupid, but it feels like someone tied our hearts together; And I can’t explain how or why, just that I don’t want to feel like this with other than you,” he confessed, sending her a nervous smile. Did she feel the same? Did she feel the burning in her chest, just like he felt it when she was near? It was like whatever was keeping him grounded wasn’t gravity anymore, it was her; her entire being making sure he wouldn’t just fly into the atmosphere. ”When I see something I like, I take it – But with you I need your permission,” he whispered, feeling her body close to him calmed him at the same time as lighting a fire in him. He moved his hands down her body, reaching her thighs and pulled her up in his arms, moving her up to be at the same height as him. ”I don’t care if you will never see me as a lover; I just want you to be there and be a part of my life,” he whispered, feeling himself opening up like he had never done before.