high_seas | Manly Drinking Times

Who: Marco, Thatch, Logan, Namur, Roxas, Vyse, Chandra, Natsuno, and anyone else who wants in on this drinking game
Where: The Sun! And the Moon! And all the ships in between
When: Sunday May 4th, pursuant to this hilarity
What: MANLY DRINKING TIMES
Warnings: Ehhhhh ARRRRR For Rum. And drinking. And war. And fuck who knows what else, remind me to update if needed.
Status: OPEN!!!

Marco quickly set up a couple of kegs at the ready for the drinking party. Because it was just plain necessary, and a lot like old times. The last two weeks were still weighing on Marco's mind. War, Peace, phoenixes. Was it a good idea to really enjoy war so much? Was it a bad one? Maybe it was inevitable, so he might as well enjoy it. Like life, right? Or should he not encourage it just because it was amusing?

It was too much of a headache, that's why he was just going to drink.

He also set up some non-alcoholic drinks for Leanne and everyone else. Green tea, fruit juices, but they were all clearly marked.

Marco gave a quick piercing whistle. "OI SPADES! Roll call and drinking games!"

And maybe drunk board games, he would blame that on Ace though.

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"Don't be stupid." There was so much going on with Marco and it was good in a way. Thatch could focus on him. Unknot the problems of his life which were so much easier. It was familiar and not and he felt sheltered underneath the flickering wings, but protective. It was the dynamic they always had together.

"You still have a chance, don't you? Time hasn't stopped for you there. You can go do what you have to and what you want. Because that's what a pirate leader does." And that was why the crew followed, for a chance to chase their own dreams across the wild blue. "And you have us here where you don't there. Live in the future, songbird. Live without regret. The past is done and you can only change tomorrow."

He bit the skin of Marco's head in retaliation and whistled:

Love you, too

Nope, that was it. Fuck everything.

Marco broke down crying. "Then I'll keep you here and change tomorrow." He tackled Thatch and clung to him, buried his face in the other man's chest and bawled. "And I'm not letting you be a planeswalker with Chandra without me damn it!" Stupid Thatch thinking he could have adventures without Marco. Who the hell did he think he was? Arrogant brat. Marco haphazardly bit Thatch again and lightly 'punched' him with a wing. "If she can summon other phoenixes, she can summon me, because I say so damn it." More crying.

Everything was stupid and mixed up, and he hated it. It felt better though. Some of the anger was finally receding, like high tide just starting to go back out to sea.

Marco impetuously covered Thatch in sparkles and leaned the top of his head to Thatch's chest again. He did feel a little better now. "I wish I could bring the others here for you," he whistled quietly. That had really been eating at him. It was too confusing. If he wasn't happy, it wasn't what the other sixteen hundred would have wanted. But if he just selfishly tried to enjoy it all to himself, it felt wrong too.

Thatch was... so lost. He wasn't sure what the hell Marco was talking about but it didn't matter. He was crying and that was probably a good thing to get out. If he held it in too long it would only eat at him and twist him darker. He had to stay in the twilight where he belonged. Thatch chuckled softly, interrupted by the wing punch to the face. He shook his head at the sparkles, threading some with his fingers into his pompadour, then held Marco close, rubbing a hand along his back.

"Don't worry about me. As long as I have you, I'll be fine. Just focus on yourself, yoi. Relax."

When had Marco ever done that really? A grand total of probably never. But Thatch said it anyway, letting Marco know he'd be here for as long as he could.

Marco shifted into full phoenix form and curled up on Thatch's chest in a small poofball, claiming his favorite person to sprawl out on.

He'd really really really missed Thatch. More than words could describe. And Thatch was here. And Marco wasn't as numb anymore. He'd been able to go five days without making sure every day that the man was still alive, so he was finally getting over that fear, but it was still a backwards adjustment. He couldn't go backwards, he didn't have the processing for it. And it was better like this anyway. Thatch with a devil fruit and them together, and sailing, and Ace as captain.

"I can't focus on myself," Marco snuggled against Thatch more, determined to forcibly keep him there. "It'd drive me crazy, yoi." He idly plucked at Thatch's clothes with his beak and let his mind slowly stop racing so much. He'd been so frustrated, for so long, and it was exhausting. And he still wanted to kidnap Thatch and never give him back. Which really didn't make sense, since he was pretty sure he'd already done that ages ago. "Thatch, promise me I can kill the next person who even hurts you a little?"

He cradled the little poof ball of phoenix against his chest, trying to soothe his ruffled feathers. He couldn't even really remember what brought all this on but maybe it was a culmination of everything that had gone on in the past week. Ultimately it didn't matter. He made soothing chirping sounds at him.

He'd focus on Marco for him, then, even though it was something he'd done since the moment he'd gotten there. He watched Marco pluck at his clothes and then scratched under his chin.

"No. Things are too complicated here for that. Behave, pretty bird."

"I don't want to behave," Marco sulked, plucked at the threads some more, and leaned up his neck to let Thatch pet him, although he was tempted to nip at the man's fingers. "You're mine so only I should be allowed to hurt you. And maybe Ace." He rolled onto his back and sprawled his head over Thatch's shoulder, looking up at the sky, and searching for the first sign of a star in the darker night sky. "Hello sky," he crooned quietly and possessively bit Thatch's ear. Only he should be allowed to hurt Thatch damn it. So there.

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