Trial of the Spades

[hiken]

Who: The Spades Crew + Anyone wandering by or onto their ship.
Where: Isla Empieza, The Sun
When: 12/15 - 12/21
What: Shenanigans! The Cold Curse, Sailing, Etc
Warnings: None so far. Possibly violence, given this crew.
Style: Prose/Action. Either or!
Status: OPEN

Threads below! Feel free to drop in your own, just remember to date them. More 'general' threads will come up after the crew sets sail.

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[fierybluebird]

[He flicks his tail up and down again in thought before nodding his affirmative.]

Aye. To wherever the winds and flames may take us.

And we'll leave a trail of scattered memories and good times along the way, eh?

[Proof that Marco might have even mellowed a touch when it came to girls.]

[thatched]

Aye... [it sounds good to him...though he's surprised (and pleased) at Marco's attitude. There is one thing however. He gently takes Marco's beak and looks into the phoenix's eyes]

But I won't tolerate any voice but yours keeping me here, understand? Even if you're immortal, you have to be the one to call me home. Promise me.

[fierybluebird]

[Marco holds his gaze quietly. The words were confusing, the meaning was felt more than understood.]

[Slowly he acquiesced.]

Aye. My heart is yours, your life is mine.

[If he was going to keep Thatch alive here, then it was the very least he could do.]

[thatched]

[that...wasn't exactly...]

I meant don't be reckless and get yourself killed.

[he's almost too selfish to give Marco his heart back. In fact he is selfish. He wants it. All for himself. The way Marco's heart was always his. He presses a kiss to the top of Marco's beak]

But I'll take it...until you find someone you want to nest with.

[Thatch wonders if that kind of thing will happen even here]

[fierybluebird]

So did I beehive hair.

Nest? Don't kid yourself.

[To say nothing of the flirting he saw you do with Robin. Ah well, que sera sera, easy come, easy go.]

[thatched]

[flirting is just flirting. There is nothing meant by it and no future in it. His future lies with his nakama. He makes a soft churring noise like a mama bird to her baby and massages under Marco's wings]

Never say never, chickadee. You might surprise yourself.

[fierybluebird]

[Snuggles and rolls all around just luxuriating in the sensation.]

I very much doubt that, yoi.

[He's still hiding too much, about Pops' death, about the last six months and more of just pure mourning. About how he felt more like singing dirges than romantic tunes of spring, but well, let Thatch have his fantasies.]

Though I still hope to be an amazing Uncle one day, eh.

[thatched]

[Thatch's fantasies don't much involve Marco nesting with anyone. In fact the idea frightens him a little which is why he mostly teases about it]

Ah well, for now we'll be your nestlings. cheep cheep momma bird.

[he laughs at the idea of being an uncle]

There are at least 1598 guys to take care of that for you, sweetheart. [since it wouldn't be him... well... it probably was him already but no one had told him]

[fierybluebird]

Chirp chirp go to sleep little hatchling. [Nudges Thatch with a soft feathery headbutt. Man he missed this. It's all kinds of ridiculous, but he missed just getting a chance to be ridiculous without the world ending around him because of it.]

Aye, aye. Ace would have the cutest kids, but I don't think he wants that. Pity.

[thatched]

cheep cheep never, yoi!

[he rubs his chin against that feathery head]

Nah, but maybe we'll have little Namu-mus. Ickle little Fishbabies. You think?

[fierybluebird]

[Happy whistles.]

I hope so yoi! They would be adorable. [Wiggles his feet.]