He may be mad.
He doesn't think he is, but still, he notes it in neat hand at the top of the parchment, among the other things he wants to be sure not to forget as he plans his reunion with his brother. Like the woman. He has no doubt she and Angelo will still be together. He's quite certain she's the more dangerous of the two.
It was no surprise, when she and her friends arrived at the Abbey, that Angelo wanted her. After all, Angelo is much like their father in that way: he wants, he uses, he discards. Unlike most women, this one - Jessica, he reminds himself - seemed to see past his brother's pretty face and charming ways, to regard Angelo with much the same suspicion he himself did. When he had sent them on their journey, he'd almost regretted that he wouldn't be there to witness it when Angelo realized soft words and stolen kisses weren't going to win him what he wanted. For once.
Quite a disappointment, to see the look they shared as they were dragged from the Lord High Priest's chamber. It had lasted only a heartbeat, but he had seen it, and known Angelo had won. Again.
Scowling, Marcello crumples the parchment and flings it toward the fireplace. For a moment, it rests on the ash-covered embers, then goes up in a brilliant flash that makes the rest of the fire seem dim.
He may be mad. But he keeps his promises.
Written for 101 Kisses. Theme: #49 - Flash
