Novel & Cerita Marceline No Smoking Shirt

Lia: The steam clung to my skin as I stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in the robe that was in the bathroom. I knew that it was a new one, a fresh one to be exact. But I didn’t know whether or not I was allowed to use it. I just knew that I wouldn’t walk out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel. For a moment, I just stood there, unsure of what I was walking into. Marcel looked up from where he stood near the balcony doors. His gaze flicked over me once, quick, assessing, and then he spoke like nothing about this situation was strange.

His arse was pointed towards the door, the position revealing both the beta’s balls clasped by a stretcher and cock ring, and that Reid had missed the main event, from the cum stains. “He can’t talk,” Marcella was dressed in a peacock blue satin kimono, untied, revealing that was all that she wore. She was fresh from the shower, her skin bare of makeup and carrying the scent of her soap. It had been a long time since Reid had seen Marcella without a wig, and seeing her dark hair slicked back to her skull brought back many memories of the past with Marcel.

Marcel hesitated a moment as if he was trying to remember something, "And tell Victor I'm leaving without him if he continues to spend time dressing up like a lady," "Aye, boss," Samuel said, speaking instructions in lowered tone into the wired comms in his ear. He was dressed in a suit just as the other soldiers that would be coming with him on this journey. Marcel abandoned the suit and chose to wear a charcoal black fitted turtleneck top with its corresponding pants, finalizing his look with a burgundy red coat since the weather was cold today. With his blonde hair gelled back, Marcel looked particularly classy - and of course warm- with the coat giving a minimalistic look with the button

That night I can barely sleep, tomorrow is Friday so I just have to wait one more day till I find out what Carlos has in store for me. The next day drags on, my thoughts are too preoccupied to sketch and Marcels babbling rampage of thoughts and historical facts seem to be in full action all day long make the day feel even more long. When 8pm hits Marcel claps his hands together "I know, let's go get you something nice to wear for tomorrow" I cross my arms and frown at his words "I don't even know where I'm going or what I'm doing, how will I know what to wear?!" I proclaim "well there's no harm in showing up looking your best" he says and quickens his pace ahead towards a bundle of clothing

He was bringing in some of his stuff when he saw her staring at a shirt of his. She turned around as she heard him come in. "What in God's name is this?" She asked, amusement dancing in her eyes. Marcel cringed at the sight of his old shirt, his sister Juliet had gifted him on his 22nd birthday. It was a shirt with his face on it. He was lying down on the toilet seat completely wasted. His eyes were shut and there was puke at the corner of his mouth “You look ridiculous.” Abigail said, holding back laughter.

On my way home, I decided to make a quick stop. I went into a jewelry store and got some beautiful pieces for Marceline — a necklace and matching earrings. Something simple but elegant, just the way she liked. I made sure to be careful this time, not to repeat the mistake I made with the dress. After that, I stopped by a flower shop and picked a fresh bouquet of white roses. Marceline loved white roses. I could almost see her face when I handed them to her — that faint, soft smile I hadn’t seen in so long.

Marceline entered one of the alleys, turned on the tap water, and began washing her hair and face. Her appearance transformed. Her original hair color returned, and her punk makeup disappeared. She removed all her earrings, adopting a more innocent look. Even the tattoo on her neck turned out to be a stick-on, similar to those used by children. Finally, Marceline changed into Saintly Woods' uniform. Suddenly, she looked like a typical high school student, free from trouble and drama. Now clean and tidy, Marceline entered a building and ascended to the third floor. Despite the moldy stench that pervaded the place, she paid it no mind. Finally, she stood in front of one of the most dilapidated

Marcel smiled faintly, yet asking as soon as their lips parted ways. “If it works, then hey… why not stick with it?” He chuckled at her keenness, adding “come on lets go inside, I need a shower… the heat in that greasy kitchen is no joke, I literally smell like fried eggs and I wasn’t even the one cooking.” “Eww! More like smoke and burnt oil.” Marcel held her nose, scrunching her face in disgust. “Haha! I hope you don’t expect to smell like roses tomorrow.”

“My God! Is that Sadie Landry?” “The one who had a scandal with Chanel?” whispers flew. But Sadie kept her head held high as she felt an encouraging pat on her back. One that made her skin spring alive. Since her dress had a full open back, Marcel’s hand had skimmed across her bare skin, making her body flush even hotter. “I told you, you look exquisite, baby girl.” Marcel whispered, and she tried not to look affected, responding with a short smile. Right now, they were supposed to be in a professional setting,

I chose to go with a light brown shade of lipstick, and let my hair down in it’s natural waves. I exit the bathroom, and find Marcel sitting on the bumped out window seat reading that Stephen King book with his glasses on. He looks ridiculously good in glasses, it still makes me grin a little that my imagination was completely spot on. “I need to get dressed.” “There is a dress laying on the bed,” he says without looking up. I look down at a short blue sparkly dress. “Um okay, well can you leave so I can get dressed?”