Who: The Spade Pirates Where: Serenes When: April 10th-13th What:chillin' out maxin relaxin all cool Gathering supplies Warnings: Nothing more than the usual Status: Open
[Marco's fear thrills through him but in a cold way, making his limbs feel weak. He whistles in a calming way and has Marco step up on a branch before he takes off his neckerchief and makes a hood, placing it gently over Marco's head. Then he guides the phoenix onto his shoulder and begins his way out of the forest toward the sound of crashing waves]
Pretty birdy, don't you cry Papa will be home in the morning. Pretty birdy, don't you sigh Soon we'll go to join him
Autumn rains and winter sun Spring and summer winds Will bring us all hand in hand An join us close again.
[he tries to sing jauntily, and then he just tries to sing, his voice coming out thin and dry. But at least it's there]
[Marco's panic flares through him, freezing him, accentuated by his haki. For a moment he can't breathe himself. But he forces himself to be slow as he takes Marco from his shoulder and cradles him again, removing the makeshift hood.He had been trying to...take the burden of control for once. But...maybe this was the wrong place for it]
It's the island.
[he holds Marco close against his chest, cradling him, stroking under his wings, making smooth soothing chirps and massaging his chest]
[He instantly rubs the top of his head along Thatch's neck as soothingly as he can, spreading his wings to allow for the pets and trying to soothe his brother right back.]
Me too.
[He doesn't know what else to say. To make it better. He's scared, Thatch is hurting, and it must be fixed, but he doesn't know how.]
[And that scares him more.]
It's not like me.
[Thatch had said it was, but it's not. It wasn't just spring. Something was much deeper wrong with it all.]
I want to protect you from it.
[No one was allowed to touch his Thatch. Maybe that was why he was scared. Because it was affecting Thatch and Marco didn't know how to stop it for once. If he puffed up as big as he could and wrapped his wings around Thatch, would it fix it? Could he shield him from it?]
[Yes, that had to be why he was scared. He'd lost Thatch once already, the idea of losing him to the forest or anything else terrified him to the core.]
Thatch is mine. Not for the forest to touch.
[He gives the forest the most dark and menacing growl he can. He'll kick apart whatever he has to in order to protect his brother.]
[he tries to be comforted. But it's difficult without giving into the island entirely and Marco's anxiety is bleeding into him. Thatch tries to relax but he can almost feel Marco's flightiness about the whole thing]
I think I'd better go back to the Moon for a while.
[because he couldn't handle it. Not when both of them were like this. He stroked Marco's neck and kissed the top of his head]
I can be yours there, too, aye?
[he wasn't even sure exactly if it was a direct reply to the conversation or not. He just wanted to get out. Get away]
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Pretty birdy, don't you cry
Papa will be home in the morning.
Pretty birdy, don't you sigh
Soon we'll go to join him
Autumn rains and winter sun
Spring and summer winds
Will bring us all hand in hand
An join us close again.
[he tries to sing jauntily, and then he just tries to sing, his voice coming out thin and dry. But at least it's there]
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[For a second he forgot it was Thatch, that Thatch would never ever leave him if he asked it.]
[For a split second, Marco felt very much like a small child being abandoned in a forest like something out of a dark fairy tale.]
[It was a punishment, wasn't it?]
[For being too weak?]
[For not being strong enough?]
[For showing that weakness?]
[Complete and total fear and panic seized him as the neckerchief became a hood, like Thatch was saying goodbye.]
[Don'tgodon'tgodon'tgodon'tgodon'tgodon't ever leave me again!]
[He wanted to protest, to say something, to react, and he couldn't, too numb with fear.]
[And then it was gone and Thatch offered up his shoulder and Marco flew there so fast he might as well have teleported.]
[Stupid stupid stupid...]
[He couldn't breathe.]
[He didn't know why he'd even think that.]
[Of course Thatch wouldn't leave him if he asked.]
[It was Thatch.]
[Why?]
[Why had he even been scared?]
[But even now he's shaking.]
Thatch...
[It's a dark low whistle.] Something's very wrong with me.
[He can breathe again, but he can't begin to understand it.]
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It's the island.
[he holds Marco close against his chest, cradling him, stroking under his wings, making smooth soothing chirps and massaging his chest]
I hate it.
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[He instantly rubs the top of his head along Thatch's neck as soothingly as he can, spreading his wings to allow for the pets and trying to soothe his brother right back.]
Me too.
[He doesn't know what else to say. To make it better. He's scared, Thatch is hurting, and it must be fixed, but he doesn't know how.]
[And that scares him more.]
It's not like me.
[Thatch had said it was, but it's not. It wasn't just spring. Something was much deeper wrong with it all.]
I want to protect you from it.
[No one was allowed to touch his Thatch. Maybe that was why he was scared. Because it was affecting Thatch and Marco didn't know how to stop it for once. If he puffed up as big as he could and wrapped his wings around Thatch, would it fix it? Could he shield him from it?]
[Yes, that had to be why he was scared. He'd lost Thatch once already, the idea of losing him to the forest or anything else terrified him to the core.]
Thatch is mine. Not for the forest to touch.
[He gives the forest the most dark and menacing growl he can. He'll kick apart whatever he has to in order to protect his brother.]
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I think I'd better go back to the Moon for a while.
[because he couldn't handle it. Not when both of them were like this. He stroked Marco's neck and kissed the top of his head]
I can be yours there, too, aye?
[he wasn't even sure exactly if it was a direct reply to the conversation or not. He just wanted to get out. Get away]
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[Marco gives him a birdie kiss right back and his breathing is still rapid, but starts calming down at least.] I shall protect your sleep for now, eh?