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
[he eyes Marco but lets the song play through before setting the pipes aside and murmuring]
This place doesn't like me, mate.
[and it's true. He can feel it hitting him oddly everywhere. And just to show, he lets darkness shimmer from his arms until he gets a cold sweat from everything intensifying and can't any more.]
[he doesn't know what's wrong with him. Just this hidden compulsion to fight everything that this island is trying to do to him. Marco being offkilter doesn't help, but he pulls his fingers away from that nibbling beak.]
This place suits you. [somehow. In an odd distant way]
Get lost, feathers. [before Thatch decided to do something a little crazy that the land was fighting with him not to do] Go roll around in some petals I'm trying to focus here.
[lets darkness flow over his hand and arm despite the land fighting with him as he tries to pry Marco off.]
[Argh, this is all a headache. On the one hand, Marco kind of wants to protect the peace of the forest and fighting in it would be the opposite.]
[On the other hand, he also wants to protect Thatch's right to violence, and his OWN aggression. He's Marco, for fuck's sake. Not just a phoenix, but the second to the strongest man in the world, twice over!]
[And if his dumbass baby brother thinks he can boss him around, he has another think coming.]
[Stupid uppity darkness user, who does he think he is?!]
Don't ever forget you're under my command, brother! [CRACKS THEIR HEADS TOGETHER! It's gonna hurt them both like a bitch, but it's worth it.] Trying to get me to fight in this forest! [Grabs Thatch's ears and tugs on them just because he's in a mood.] We're done when I say so, and not a second before!
[ow! Damnit you have a hard head! He doesn't want to give in. He wants to fight. He doesn't want to fight. He wants to relax but he wants to get away from this place as much as he wants to conquer it. But--
He will follow Marco until the day he dies...again]
Aye...
[but he jerks his head away and attempts to twist over on his stomach. No love and fluff accepted today!]
[Pulls Thatch's head forward in a glomping hug and just winds up laughing in spite of himself.]
I hate this place.
[HE SAYS WITH A GIANT GRIN. Yeah okay.]
But I do love you, yoi.
[SNUGGLES!] We'll be gone soon, though I know Leanne will miss it. It's probably just as well, eh? I'm not sure how well Ace can contain his F-I-R-E. [Spells out the word just in case the forest flips out at the word itself, fuck if Marco knows.]
Are you sure you'll be okay? [HUUUUUUUGS. You can't escape him. He learned hugging from Whitebeard himself okay.]
[you are going insane Marco... More than usual. Thatch shifts uncomfortably. Normally he doesn't mind the affection but everything is just too overwhelming]
I'll be fine. [forces himself to ruffle that hair again affectionately] I won't let it beat me.
[hugs back grumpily then lets his arms drop.]
Walk with me
[by that he means ride on his shoulder. Maybe the exercise will help]
[Chirps and cranes his neck, stretching it out so Thatch can have at. Though he still leans his head on top of Thatch's and finishes that braid carefully.]
Of the dark, you mean, eh.
[Wow. It's like he has a big mouth like this too. He doesn't like it. And literally makes a chiding sound at himself and wraps both wings around Thatch in a stubborn hug.] But I don't care, yoi. You're all mine and I'm not going to let the island push you. It has to go through me first!
[Trills and then growls at the forest, like the trees themselves are actively listening and acting.]
[Also more preening for Thatch.] It's pushing me too, brother. [It's important. That Thatch knows that. That it's not just Thatch. That it's both of them. That it's--]
[His voice drops quietly.] I'm glad you ate your devil fruit. I didn't think I would be. But now we're still the same even when we're different.
[He buries his head into Thatch's hair, folds his wings back up and stubbornly leans on the other man.] And I missed you.
[while it's a relief to know that he's not alone in this, it doesn't make him feel much better-- and he notices Marco is more open than usual, even with him. It's all push and pull and push and pull and he's focusing on trying to keep it all the way the hell from him to notice too much more than what Marco is doing]
At least someone is.
[he doesn't regret it. Not exactly. He had to do it to keep people safe and so he did it and he would do it again. But...]
Miss the water sometimes, though.
[and he begins to sing whistle softly]
Mother sea, carry me, you are so blue Oceans wide, waves so high, carry me to adventure I long to be with you, Until my journey's end, Please say, please say you'll never leave me.
[he thinks hard, too. He knows on a lot of levels he's just being a brat. Someone who wants what he can't have. What's annoying is it's the island reminding him of it. Pushing. Like a siren trying to get him to open. But if it all flows free...
he shudders involuntarily and pulls Marco into his arms because yes he's cuddling deal with it. He gives the bird lovings to distract himself.]
Nay. Not darkness. You know enough of it, old friend.
[because really, and he will concede this much--only this much]
I will take you across the sea.
{Marco can take himself, of course, he can navigate or fly but there is something about a ship. Wind and waves and sail and nakama. He can't bring nakama. That is Ace's field. But at the very least he can protect it. Preserve it. Direct it.]
[Marco almost instantly calms down though and snuggles the stuffing out of Thatch, doing everything he can to make Thatch feel better.]
[It's not all 1600 of them, and it's not with Pops, but Pops would still be proud of them for carrying on the best they can. And with the four of them there are, that's enough to spread and Marco's kind of proud of the Spades. Thatch, Logan, Roxas, Lea, Salami, all of them.]
[So he sings Thatch a phoenix song to try to make it all better.]
[he hums along as much as he can but it doesn't make him feel much better. The deeper in he goes the more he sweats and then he has to stop entirely, leaning against a tree]
I gotta go back to shore, sweetheart.
[it was too much. He was too weak. He'd readily admit that and half a dozen other things if it would get him out of here]
[Marco nods understandingly and snuggles up against Thatch more.]
May I please come with you?
[The stilted formality of the manners is a mark of how it's affecting Marco too, and not in ways he likes much. It's easier for him to stay strong when he has to be for Thatch's sake, for any of his brother's sakes. On his own, he's still just as stubborn, but alone he only lets himself down, not the others.]
[he knows you and he knows this island's grip on you. He also knows how crazy you get. And maybe it's part of a sadistic side to make you choose. Maybe he just wants to see if you'll fight or give over to the spring phoenix in you. and dirty ducks]
[He glances back at the forest's deepness with a shudder.]
[He can feel too much of the pull, and he hates it.]
[But that it scares him... is something he must fight.]
[And to go away is to run away, not to fight it.]
[He trembles and glances up at the other man.]
Don't leave me.
[And grabs the neckerchief with his beak.]
[There are few things that truly scare Marco, and far fewer he will admit out loud with his pride, with his job of being the strong one everyone can rely on, but he's scared now.]
[He doesn't know what he wants. Whether he wants to go back, or deeper, to face it alone, or not, but he doesn't want to leave Thatch unless Thatch makes him.]
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[He looooooves you.]
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This place doesn't like me, mate.
[and it's true. He can feel it hitting him oddly everywhere. And just to show, he lets darkness shimmer from his arms until he gets a cold sweat from everything intensifying and can't any more.]
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That's okay, I like you!
[Marco's also going insane, help him.]
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[he doesn't know what's wrong with him. Just this hidden compulsion to fight everything that this island is trying to do to him. Marco being offkilter doesn't help, but he pulls his fingers away from that nibbling beak.]
This place suits you. [somehow. In an odd distant way]
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[He shivers, shakes his head, and forces himself back to human, fully tackling Thatch.]
It's driving me nuts, yoi. You too?
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[ruffles his fluff. He doesn't exactly sound coherent to himself]
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I don't want to!
[CLINGS TO THATCH GRR.]
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[lets darkness flow over his hand and arm despite the land fighting with him as he tries to pry Marco off.]
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[On the other hand, he also wants to protect Thatch's right to violence, and his OWN aggression. He's Marco, for fuck's sake. Not just a phoenix, but the second to the strongest man in the world, twice over!]
[And if his dumbass baby brother thinks he can boss him around, he has another think coming.]
[Stupid uppity darkness user, who does he think he is?!]
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Who do you think you are, yoi?!
Don't ever forget you're under my command, brother! [CRACKS THEIR HEADS TOGETHER! It's gonna hurt them both like a bitch, but it's worth it.] Trying to get me to fight in this forest! [Grabs Thatch's ears and tugs on them just because he's in a mood.] We're done when I say so, and not a second before!
[NOW ACCEPT HIS LOVE AND FLUFF DAMN IT!]
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He will follow Marco until the day he dies...again]
Aye...
[but he jerks his head away and attempts to twist over on his stomach. No love and fluff accepted today!]
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I hate this place.
[HE SAYS WITH A GIANT GRIN. Yeah okay.]
But I do love you, yoi.
[SNUGGLES!] We'll be gone soon, though I know Leanne will miss it. It's probably just as well, eh? I'm not sure how well Ace can contain his F-I-R-E. [Spells out the word just in case the forest flips out at the word itself, fuck if Marco knows.]
Are you sure you'll be okay? [HUUUUUUUGS. You can't escape him. He learned hugging from Whitebeard himself okay.]
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I'll be fine. [forces himself to ruffle that hair again affectionately] I won't let it beat me.
[hugs back grumpily then lets his arms drop.]
Walk with me
[by that he means ride on his shoulder. Maybe the exercise will help]
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[Still, he instantly switches back to phoenix and hops up onto Thatch's shoulder, quietly playing with his hair to braid it slightly.]
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[tolerates the braiding because it's Marco and he loves him]
It's not a great place for the monsters of the deep.
[reaches up to pet Marco's neck]
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[Chirps and cranes his neck, stretching it out so Thatch can have at. Though he still leans his head on top of Thatch's and finishes that braid carefully.]
Of the dark, you mean, eh.
[Wow. It's like he has a big mouth like this too. He doesn't like it. And literally makes a chiding sound at himself and wraps both wings around Thatch in a stubborn hug.] But I don't care, yoi. You're all mine and I'm not going to let the island push you. It has to go through me first!
[Trills and then growls at the forest, like the trees themselves are actively listening and acting.]
[Also more preening for Thatch.] It's pushing me too, brother. [It's important. That Thatch knows that. That it's not just Thatch. That it's both of them. That it's--]
[His voice drops quietly.] I'm glad you ate your devil fruit. I didn't think I would be. But now we're still the same even when we're different.
[He buries his head into Thatch's hair, folds his wings back up and stubbornly leans on the other man.] And I missed you.
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At least someone is.
[he doesn't regret it. Not exactly. He had to do it to keep people safe and so he did it and he would do it again. But...]
Miss the water sometimes, though.
[and he begins to sing whistle softly]
Mother sea, carry me, you are so blue
Oceans wide, waves so high, carry me to adventure
I long to be with you,
Until my journey's end,
Please say, please say you'll never leave me.
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[He never really could swim, so he doesn't know what it's like to miss it. And given the sky instead? He can't imagine wanting anything else.]
[Besides. Water is wet.]
[Blech.]
Have Namur take you swimming sometime.
And I'll take you flying.
And you can take me into darkness.
[He shuffles on Thatch's shoulder and thinks hard. It's hard to think. Everything deeper is closer to the surface, and he can't even push it away.]
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he shudders involuntarily and pulls Marco into his arms because yes he's cuddling deal with it. He gives the bird lovings to distract himself.]
Nay. Not darkness. You know enough of it, old friend.
[because really, and he will concede this much--only this much]
I will take you across the sea.
{Marco can take himself, of course, he can navigate or fly but there is something about a ship. Wind and waves and sail and nakama. He can't bring nakama. That is Ace's field. But at the very least he can protect it. Preserve it. Direct it.]
Sea and sky, night and day, aye?
[Namur, Marco, Thatch and Ace. As it should be.]
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[Marco almost instantly calms down though and snuggles the stuffing out of Thatch, doing everything he can to make Thatch feel better.]
[It's not all 1600 of them, and it's not with Pops, but Pops would still be proud of them for carrying on the best they can. And with the four of them there are, that's enough to spread and Marco's kind of proud of the Spades. Thatch, Logan, Roxas, Lea, Salami, all of them.]
[So he sings Thatch a phoenix song to try to make it all better.]
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I gotta go back to shore, sweetheart.
[it was too much. He was too weak. He'd readily admit that and half a dozen other things if it would get him out of here]
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May I please come with you?
[The stilted formality of the manners is a mark of how it's affecting Marco too, and not in ways he likes much. It's easier for him to stay strong when he has to be for Thatch's sake, for any of his brother's sakes. On his own, he's still just as stubborn, but alone he only lets himself down, not the others.]
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[he knows you and he knows this island's grip on you. He also knows how crazy you get. And maybe it's part of a sadistic side to make you choose. Maybe he just wants to see if you'll fight or give over to the spring phoenix in you.
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[To face it alone....]
[Is he even strong enough?]
[He never thinks so.]
[Maybe it's not about strength.]
[Maybe Thatch just wants to be asked.]
[He glances back at the forest's deepness with a shudder.]
[He can feel too much of the pull, and he hates it.]
[But that it scares him... is something he must fight.]
[And to go away is to run away, not to fight it.]
[He trembles and glances up at the other man.]
Don't leave me.
[And grabs the neckerchief with his beak.]
[There are few things that truly scare Marco, and far fewer he will admit out loud with his pride, with his job of being the strong one everyone can rely on, but he's scared now.]
[He doesn't know what he wants. Whether he wants to go back, or deeper, to face it alone, or not, but he doesn't want to leave Thatch unless Thatch makes him.]
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