#𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪'𝘮 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 /▸✧ 𝘔𝘈𝘙𝘓𝘌𝘕𝘌 + 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦

[alldaddy]

[ slow dance ]  to slow dance with my muse ( marlene )

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃  𝐎𝐅  𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄  𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘  𝐇𝐀𝐃  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑  𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐎𝐍  𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄'𝐒  𝐃𝐀𝐘? it  was  all  odin  could  truly  think  about  for  the  entire  night  while  sitting  next  to  marlene  as  they  watched  their  mutual  college  friends  finally  tie  the  knot.  sure,  he  knew  that  one  of  them  had  always  been  the  definition  of  a  hopeless  romantic  but  —  valentine's  day?  cliche  and,  in  his  opinion,  gross,  odin  tried  to  wash  down  the  taste  of  pure  cringe  with  a  sip  of  his  beer,  his  other  hand  resting  on  marlene's  thigh  for  moral  support.  he  was  thankful  that  neither  of  them  were  in  the  party  and  needed  to  participate  aside  from  giving  a  gift,  offering  well-wishes  and  partake  in  the  free  food  and  alcohol.  it  allowed  him  to  not  give  into  the  notion  that  marriage  wasn't  necessarily  for  him,  wasn't  something  he  ever  truly  saw  himself  doing. all  the  traditions,  he  didn't  understand  them,  watching  as  the  couple  did  their  first  dance  to  a  timeless  classic  crooning  about  love  with  a  false  sense  of  sentiment.  it  wasn't  a  conversation  himself  and  marlene  had  discussed  yet,  not  a  topic  they'd  broached  and,  in  all  honesty,  odin  wanted  to  hold  off  on  doing  so  for  as  long  as  possible.  he  wasn't  ready  to  possibly  lose  her  all  over  again.   after  all  of  the  necessary  dances  were  done,  the  rest  of  the  guests  were  invited  to  join.  odin  had  intended  to  hang  back,  to  simply  continue  sipping  on  his  beer  and  maybe  get  a  second  helping  of  dinner  when  he  felt  marlene's  hand  on  his.  without  hesitation,  his  attention  turned  towards  her,  a  softness  bleeding  into  his  features  as  she  asked  him  to  go  up  and  dance  with  her.  as  stupid  as  everything  felt  for  him,  there  wasn't  anything  he'd  deny  marlene.  with  a  nod,  he  climbed  to  his  feet,  allowing  her  to  lead  him  towards  the  dance  floor  with  no  complaint. thankfully,  as  useless  as  bestla  had  been  as  a  mother,  at  least  she  taught  him  the  basics  of  a  slow  dance.  

one  arm  wrapped  around  her  waist,  pulling  her  close  against  him  as  his  other  hand  took  hers  within  it.  slowly,  he  allowed  their  bodies  to  sway  against  one  another,  foreheads  resting  against  one  another  as  his  they  did,  ❛  valentine's  day.  ❜  he  stated,  hearing  marlene  give  a  small  laugh  in  response,  his  own  lips  pulling  into  a  wide  grin  before  a  chuckle  of  his  own  left  them.  they  understood  one  another,  their  humor  and  similar  view  points  of  cringe  making  it  easy  for  them  to  find  amusement  in  the  event  as  a  whole.   that  was  love,  wasn't  it?  not  grand  gestures  and  obnoxious  ceremonies.  love  was  subtle,  demure  and  intimate.  or  at  least  that  was  how  odin  viewed  it,  how  he  was  happy  to  live  in  it  with  marlene  for  the  rest  of  their  lives,  if  she  so  let  him.   that  thought  —  that  core  realization,  had  his  lips  part,  unable  to  hold  back  the  way  he  felt. ❛  i  love  you.  ❜

[alldaddy]

@redhead-reporter / @redemptioninterlude / @aquariusvibes

[alldaddy]

@redemptioninterlude 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬  𝐚  𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫  (marlene) .   𝐈𝐅  𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐃  𝐓𝐎𝐎  𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏  𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃  𝐁𝐄  𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄  𝐓𝐎  𝐒𝐄𝐄  𝐇𝐎𝐖  𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇  𝐇𝐄'𝐃  𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃.  that  thought  alone  wasn't  as  scary  as  it  should  have  been;  how  marlene  could  possibly  look  upon  him  and  see  a  stranger.  no  longer  the  timid,  lanky  boy  who  grew  up  too  fast,  odin  was  a  strong-willed,  confident  man  who  had  grown  cold.  maybe  too  cold  by  just  looking  at  him.  how  long  had  it  been  since  he  just  let  himself  go?  allow  his  schedule  to  be  put  to  the  wayside  in  order  to  go  off  on  some  sort  of  adventure  with  marlene  where  the  destination  was  never  certain.  holding  her  hand,  it  felt  like  old  times,  letting  her  drag  him  to  wherever  she  felt  like  their  next  adventure  would  turn  up,  odin  following  with  no  questions.  that  trust  was  still  there,  that  she  wouldn't  take  him  anywhere  that  would  put  him  in  very  obvious  danger  ( okay  there  were  a  couple  of  times  but  who's  counting )  or  where  he'd  feel  out  of  place.  she  knew  him  in  ways  that  no  one  else  did  or  ever  would. 

when  they  reached  the  edge  of  a  cliff  overlooking  the  ocean,  odin  didn't  unlace  their  fingers.  holding  firm,  he  took  a  few  steps  towards  the  ledge,  seemingly  bewildered  by  the  sight.  he'd  seen  the  ocean  countless  times  before,  found  peace  in  it,  but  he  couldn't  remember  the  last  time  he  simly  stood  in  the  moment,  ❛  damn  ...  ❜  he  murmured  before  peering  over  his  shoulder  towards  marlene,  the  first  genuine  smile  gracing  his  lips  in  a  very,  very  long  time,  ❛  has  this  always  been  here?  ❜

[alldaddy]

💕 ( marlene )

ᴍᴀʀʟᴇɴᴇ ᴀꜱᴋᴇᴅ ᴏᴅɪɴ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇ . // @redemptioninterlude

at  first  he  thought  he'd  heard  her  wrong.  maybe  marlene  had  asked  him  something  completely  different.  but  after  a  beat  her  realized  that  she  was  completely  serious.  with  his  coffee  half  way  to  his  lips,  he  paused,  eyes  flitting  towards  her  with  a  sense  of  uncertainty.  it  wasn't  as  though  her  didn't  want  to  be  her  valentine,  it  was  that  he  was  shocked  she  even  asked.  perhaps  it  was  foolish  for  him  to  think  that  marlene  was  above  such  a  holiday,  but  hearing  her  ask  made  him  realize  that  there  would  be  little  hesitation  in  his  answer.   ❛  uh,  well  —  ❜  there  it  was,  a  giddy  smile  that  would  have  caused  him  to  blush  if  he  hadn't  mastered  the  art  of  keeping  his  emotions  sheilded  so  well,  ❛  if  you're  askin',  then  the  answer's  obvious  isn't  it?  ❜  one  arm  wrapped  around  her  shoulders,  pulling  her  against  his  side  so  he  could  press  a  kiss  to  her  temple  as  they  continued  their  casual  walk  back  to  his  car,  ❛  'course  i  will.  ❜

[alldaddy]

@redemptioninterlude // marlene

No shirt. No blouse. Just us. You find out.

kristine froseth & thomas brodie-sangster crackships

[alldaddy]

𝐀𝐒  𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓  𝐀𝐒  𝐈𝐓  𝐖𝐀𝐒,  𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐍  𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃  𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄  ��𝐄𝐄𝐍  𝐈𝐓  𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆.  the  confusion  and  hurt  that  bled  from  her  lips  with  each  syllable.  even  though  she  didn't  move  from  him,  didn't  shift  from  his  hold,  odin  still  released  it  nonetheless.  the  last  thing  in  the  world  he  desired  was  to  make  her  feel  trapped;  why  would  he  try  and  take  away  the  freedom  he  loved  so  much  about  her?  taking  a  step  away  from  her,  it  was  only  just  enough  so  he  could  shift  to  face  her  completely.  hurt  was  clear  in  his  features,  brows  furrowed  some  with  his  lips  slightly  pursed  in  thought.  if  only  marlene  knew  how  much  it  had  hurt  him  to  leave,  to  go  back  to  america  without  a  choice  in  the  matter  and  be  without  her  after  finding  a  sense  of  true  home  in  her. ❛   i  can,  'cause  it's  the  truth.  ❜    perhaps  a  bit  too  pointed,  but  he  wanted  to  make  sure  she  knew  he  was  serious.  he'd  apologize  a  hundred  times  over  if  that  was  what  it  took,  spend  days  doing  anything  and  everything  she  asked  to  win  back  that  trust  they'd  built  in  one  another  so  long  ago,  ❛    it  wasn't  my  choice.  ❜    another  truth,  though  spoken  less  edged  and  filled  with  a  sorrow  that  he  thought  he'd  left  behind  years  ago;  filled  with  the  overwhelming  remorse  of  leaving  her  behind.  how  was  he  supposed  to  explain  to  her  how  his  dad  had  a  hold  over  him  back  then?  how  he  didn't  anymore.  well,  not  as  much,  at  least.  odin  didn't  blame  her  for  not  trusting  him,  as  much  as  it  hurt.

❛  easy?  ❜  odin  paused,  shaking  his  head,  ❛  it's  never  been  easy,  marlene.  ❜    swallowing,  odin  drew  in  a  deep  breathm  releasing  it  through  his  nostrils  before  continuing,  ❛  except  with  you.  ❜    it  was  the  truth.  every  aspect  of  his  life  was  difficult,  convoluted  and  hidden  from  view  in  a  haze  that  he  couldn't  seem  to  fully  get  out  of.  but  with  her,  it  was  clear  skies,  ❛  it's  always  been  easy  with  you.  ❜

Maybe she's never BEEN THE ONE to win the storybook ending. It's fine - she tells herself she's never really cared for things like that, too much a realist, grounded within. The girl who had her head on her shoulders, never swept away with the idea of romanticism, which was what made a proper rebel out of her when she'd been younger. Ripped tights and leather jackets and cigarette stains on skin tight jeans, he watches her be prim and he sees her be bad, and somewhere within it all, they learn how to be close and be together, but not really. There's always been an element of what if to it all that she'd had to swallow, which is... fine. She tells herself it's fine, and she makes it so, because what else is all of it for?

Well. It's not something to feel bad about. Because frankly, it's just how it is, isn't it? It's something that you just... cope with. And it's not as if their lives apart have been awful, right? Though that's up for debate, a question to be asked, and Marlene finds that her tongue stills, unsure of what to say - AFTER ALL, what would she think if in actuality, he felt that things were afar better apart than they'd been together? She thinks, she still has her pride, her sense of self, that something that always kept the steel within her spine, the iron in her blood.

But he makes her feel, so oddly small. An arm cast about her shoulders that's all differently made from their childhood selves, and she tries NOT TO THINK about how it felt to have him gone and that it's going to be so much worse if he does it again. That it's better not to get attached because those are old wounds that she doesn't want to pick at, the scars already made, the pain something she's allowed to dull. But there's a kiss to the top of her head and she doesn't know what to do with that, a feeling that rolls hot within her stomach, nervousness and terror, it sings in renaissance within her veins, and yet, and yet - "Can you really say that?" it's unfair of her, she knows. "That you won't? Or can't? We both know it might not really be that easy."

- @alldaddy

[alldaddy]

𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍  𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒  𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃  𝐓𝐎  𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄  𝐔𝐏  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑  𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏.  hidden  messages  in  small  glances  and  gentle  touches  that  weren't  exactly  meant  to  happen.  that  had  always  been  where  they  lay,  the  in-between.  of  course,  there  were  feelings  there,  odin  knew  that  for  himself,  but  when  it  came  down  to  it,  he'd  been  too  chickenshit  to  do  anything  about  it.  yeah,  they'd  indulged  in  one  another  every  once  in  a  while,  but  never  had  they  crossed  the  line  of  commitment.  that  had  always  seemed  like  too  much,  like  it  would  ruin  what  they  had,  and  odin  wasn't  nothing  more  than  to  keep  marlene  in  his  life. funny  how  he  seemed  to  have  lost  her  anyways,  through  no  desire  of  his  own. peering  over  the  landscape,  odin  felt  a  long  lost  tranquility  deep  in  his  very  being.  with  their  hands  still  laced,  odin  gently  tugged  her  closer  to  him,  only  letting  go  of  her  hand  to  wrap  his  arm  around  her  shoulders  and  bring  her  flush  against  his  side.  there  were  no  inhibitions  holding  him  back  in  that  moment,  resting  his  cheek  against  the  crown  of  her  head  as  he  let  his  eyes  find  the  gorgeous,  picturesque  scene  in  front  of  them.  the  palm  of  his  hand  ran  up  and  down  the  length  of  her  bicep,  giving  her  one  small  squeeze  as  his  expression  fell  some.    ❛  i'm  sorry  i  left  ...  ❜

the  words  left  him,  filled  with  every  emotion  he  ever  felt  surrounding  thaty  event  in  his  life.  the  pain,  the  remorse,  the  guilt.  every  drop  of  it  poured  from  such  a  simple  statement,    ❛  i  didn't  wanna.  ❜  again,  he  was  nothing  but  honest,  turning  his  head  to  press  a  soft  kiss  to  the  crown  of  her  head  and  letting  his  lips  rest  there,    ❛  i  didn't  wanna  leave  you.  ❜

They used to be THE BEST, didn't they?

And while Marlene doesn't like to say that she cares for nostalgia, that those things better suited themselves for people who were more SENTIMENTAL than her, the truth was far more murky. Of course she'd missed him. Of course this felt like a shot to the heart, a shock to the system. It was easy to reinvent yourself when the people around you barely knew you to begin with, and it' strange to see that played out on someone else's face, that her childhood love could grow into someone that him, then, might not have even liked. And if that was him, what did that say about her?

But maybe that doesn't have to matter. Maybe they can just have a good time, and maybe, just maybe, they might find a little bit of that magic in them that used to exist. Before the work, and the obligations, and for both of them, the AWFUL THINGS that they had done in order to get where they were. So she thinks, why not? She might not be coded to her wild child days anymore, but it didn't mean that change came because she'd wanted it. It'd been more that she thought it was needed to grow up... but was it?

It certainly didn't feel that way from where she was standing. A rush when looking out over the ocean, her smile blooming wider, feeling warm. And her hand held onto his, squeezing a little tighter to perhaps fight the innate, animalistic urge to simply jump and trust that the water would have her, but knowing that there was something to be said for not following EVERY inane urge. "Always. Maybe we stopped looking for these kinds of things. But. Looking at this? I don't think I could forget again." or him, either, which is... well. Marlene isn't quite sure if she knows how to get into all of that just yet.

- @alldaddy