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- x ✗ x - Markus Ẍavier Thorne- x ✗ x -
❝ I'm not scared of losing this, I'm scared of losing you,
I'll lay you down and kiss the scars on your arms ❞
- ♂ / 19 / ♥ -
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A tall, dark haired teen sat upon a rickety fence post, watching a large, dark bay Warmblood trot around a paddock, tossing his head around and kicking out his legs with all the energy of a colt "What are you doing, Emerson?" Markus called out to the stallion gleefully, causing the horse's ears to prick and turn over to the teen. Markus reached a hand into his pocket slowly, increasing the horse's interest and all it took was a short whistle to bring the horse over. Removing his hand from his pocket, Markus laid his hand flat, brandishing a pile of oats which the horse greedily eat. Suddenly a short shrill filled the air as Markus' phone when off, sending the horse barreling away from him. With a slight curse, Markus read over the text he just got that was inviting him to a concert. "I'll be there" was Markus' reply as he hopped off the fence and headed inside.
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No more than 20 minutes later, Markus was walking in through the doors of the bar dressed simply in a pair of dark washed jeans and a long sleeved grey shirt.