marceline, that's too distasteful! (ydidueatmyfries) wrote in thedisplaced, @ 2018-06-29 15:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, baelfire, marceline abadeer |
Who: Baelfire Everdeen & Marceline
What: A Midsummer Night’s Stakeout.
When: Sunday Evening
Where: The Mills/Swan Residence
Warnings: Adorableness.
Status: Complete in gdocs
Baelfire was laying on the bed in his bedroom with his ankles crossed over top of one another, high tops still on, and his hands clasped together resting against his chest. The window was left wide open so that he could keep an ear out for any sound of departure from the house. Emma hadn't left with Neal, thank God, but that didn't mean that she might not get it into her head to try to later. He hated eavesdropping but he figured they would be appreciative once they were back to their normal selves. He'd not slipped underneath the covers, even though it was getting to be extremely late for him, and his eyes were presently focused on Marceline. "You know, now that I'm thinking about it, where the hell did he find a boombox?" He said out loud, as the thought nagged at him. The entire house had been transformed into a cottage that felt more akin to something he'd have seen in the Enchanted Forest. It reminded him immensely of home and he wasn't sure how he felt about that exactly, but he'd been able to notice how the rest of the nearby houses also seemed to have transformed. Though his paintings remained, more of his personal touches to the room had disappeared, and he was left with a practically bare room sans the bed and wall hangings. “You don’t have those here?” Marcy said. She was hovering in a reclined position over Bae’s feet. It was easy to talk to him like that, but she was also positioned to fly out the window and stop Emma at a moment’s notice. Her ears were larger than normal, more bat ears than elf ears, and they were very sensitively listening throughout the house. She brought the axe which was rested in her lap. Marcy’s fingers barely brushed the strings making a light ghost of sound. She hadn’t written a new song in weeks. Usually it meant something was up, but Marcy couldn’t always pinpoint what it was. “I sort of wonder if we should have let Neal leave. We probably could have tied him up somewhere. He’d understand,” Marcy said. "I mean we do, yeah, but it's hard to tell what was and wasn't hit with this magic," he said with a bit of a shrug of his shoulders. He wasn't too hard pressed about his possessions temporarily being gone. He figured they'd come back when the Swan house was back to normal. His eyes lifted and the corner of his smile turned up into a smirk as she made the axe make the soft sound. "Unless he is getting heart eyes for everyone, I figure he is okay. Just need to keep him from running off with Emma." A beat. "But, yeah, he would have probably understood if he tied him up." “See, now I just feel like we missed an opportunity,” Marcy smirked. “But come on. They obviously like each other. Maybe if they did run away and elope they’d have to actually admit it.” If Marcy thought of Bae and Neal as the same person, it would have been an awkward conversation to have. It didn’t make her feel weird that Neal would be into mortals his own age. Marcy did, sometimes, feel bad Bae’s best option for the moment was her. Sometimes she wondered, even hoped, that the portal would send Bae an Emma closer to his age. Not soon, but eventually. Marcy saw herself as sort of a placeholder. "Emma's engaged," he commented, eyes casting down to his hands for a moment. Granted, sure, Killian had been gone for over a year at this point and it wasn't looking good for his odds about him returning. Normally, he'd have done so by now. After all he'd come and gone before. Only the time between his departure and arrival had never been this long. "Wait, what?" He then asked, glancing back up to her. "What do you mean they obviously like each other?" He suspected there was a love there that hadn't gone away but he didn't think it was anything present and desired. He thought it was more like an old fondness for someone you cared about. He didn't think Emma was in love with Neal, at least. He didn't see Neal enough to say otherwise with him. “Uh, it’s super obvious. They’re hilariously awkward around each other. Who is Emma engaged to? Is it even a real person?” Marceline raised her eyebrows at Baelfire. “Pretty sure Henry hasn’t mentioned a third dad.” Marceline sank down onto the bed, standing on her knees next to Bae’s legs. She kept her voice soft when she spoke. Not that she expected anyone to listen in on their conversation, but she didn’t need to invite them to it, either. "Huh," escaped from him as he thought about that for a second. "I don't really spend time with Neal," he offered up, conceding that maybe she was right, though there was potentially another explanation for the awkwardness. "Oh, yeah, he's real. Killian. She's engaged to Killian," he told her. His hands unclasped from one another and he shifted, pushing himself up with his elbows, till he was sitting up closer to her now. "I think he probably doesn't talk about him because he doesn't want to hurt Emma's feelings. He's been sent home a lot," he explained. “I’ve been here four months,” Marceline said. “I’ve never heard or seen this Killian guy. Can’t be sent home if you don’t show up.” It was probably her fondness for Neal that Marceline didn’t put much stock in this guy she’d never met. "Killian's been gone for a year." Baelfire didn't talk about Killian much himself. He knew how devastated Emma had been some of the previous times she'd lost Killian, particularly in Mount Weather. A small frown grew and he shook his head. "They got engaged a few months before that." “See?” Marceline said, as though it proved her point. “I’m not saying Emma doesn’t still have feelings for some guy who’s been gone a whole year, or that that’s even a bad thing. My buddy Finn’s been in love with PB since forever, doesn’t mean he still didn’t date Flame Princess. ...Or Ghost Princess. ...Or make out with Crab Princess apparently. I dunno. All I’m saying is, Neal is the one that’s here. Emma should be happy.” Marcy shrugged as if it were that simple. "I don't know. I try not to think about Emma's love life too much. Get's kind of weird, you know?" He figured she had to understand that. Even if she didn't think much about how he and Neal were pretty much the same person, it didn't change the fact that they were. Or were once. If he were to ever leave Tumbleweed and go home, he'd be the one who fell in love with Emma. Which just felt weird from this current position he was in. Emma was family. "Killian's not some guy though." He hesitated for a moment. "I mean, forget Emma for a second, but...he was kind of my family long before Emma showed up." “Okay, you know him,” Marcy said. “How long would Killian want Emma to be sad? How long would he want her to be alone? I mean, if I disappeared I hope you’d be a little sad at first.” Marcy grinned and gave his leg a playful shove. “But you’re mortal. You don’t get to waste years pining over someone.” Marcy carefully set her bass down near the side of the bed, and turned so she was sitting next to Bae. “I’m not wrong.” "He wouldn't want her to be. Killian would want her to be happy." Or at least, the Killian he'd gotten to know in Mount Weather and Tumbleweed would want that. The man had changed a lot since he handed Bae off to Pan's lost boys. "Only a little?" He asked, foot lightly nudging her in response. "Maybe, maybe not. Up to Emma though." He watched as she set the bass down and when she turned, her moved his arm to wrap around her shoulder. "On which part? The pining or them being awkward?" “I guess you can be devastated. But only for like a day. Two days, max. Then you’ll just have to settle for being kinda bummed.” Marcy smiled broadly at him. She thought she was hilarious. Although she wasn’t exactly joking, either. “Emma’s pretty cool. Neal’s alright. Regina saved my butt. Henry’s cool. I dunno. I guess, I just see your family and like I’m pretty sure if anyone tried anything I’d probably just kill them. I like when Henry makes those posts on the net with his family, but let’s me see them, and I just see how everyone talks to each other and it’s basically the greatest thing ever.” "You are going to have to let me have more than two days," he said, tone light, but knowing full well that he would not transition into being just a little bummed in two days time. He would cope and be alright but it wouldn't be with the snap of a finger. They were the greatest thing ever, weren't they? That statement brought a soft smile forward. He knew they weren't the most conventional family but they were his. They were who he wanted to keep around. It just would have been nice if Killian was still around to be a part of it. "It has been a nice transition," he admitted. “Nope,” Marcy said to his request for more time with a grin and a brief, but loud, kiss to his cheek. Of course, in that hypothetical situation, she wouldn’t be around to enforce any of it. But like most things that bothered Marcy it was better to just make light of it like it wasn’t a big deal. (The things that really bothered Marcy she tried to just not acknowledge. Her fear of the Mushroom War hadn’t really gone away, just been shoved down in her inability to do anything about it.) “I can stay up if you need to sleep,” she offered to Bae. “Emma doesn’t even have to know I’m here to keep her from running off and doing something crazy.” Marcy turned invisible for just a few seconds as a reminder. She did not feel the need to mention that she sometimes liked hiding out in people’s houses and watching them. Marcy hadn’t been lonely enough to do it in Tumbleweed yet anyway. He gave a playful roll of his eyes at her stance but still turned his head partially to the side to give her easier access to his cheek, with his hair falling down in his eyes as he did. "I can stay up a bit longer," he reassured her. He had been trying his best to master functioning on little sleep. "She already knows. Its whether she remembers or not," he pointed out. They didn't know how long the magic was going to last. This might have to turn into a shifts sort of deal. "Want to lay with me for a little while?" He asked, giving her a half smirk. "You can still keep an ear out for the crazed lovebirds." Marcy settled in next to Bae with a grin. “I’m glad it wasn’t us that got hit. Unless we were but we’re just so awesome we can’t tell.” Baelfire wasn’t singing to her, but then, Baelfire didn’t really have to. Her ears shrank down to their usual pointed size. "Pfft," he made as a sound. "We don't need no Cupid's arrow or whatever this actually is," he added on, shifting to lay on his side, facing her. "We're totally that awesome already," he informed her as he moved an arm to rest against her side. “I know, right? I totally had you singing to me in the first week.” Marcy smiled triumphantly. Rolling onto her side, she reached over to brush the hair out of Baelfire’s eyes, though it was mostly just an excuse to carefully run her fingers through his hair. "You did and I wonder if it has been made clear I shouldn't." His eyes shut for a moment in order to simply enjoy the feel of her hands brushing back his hair. “Nope,” Marcy said. “You’ll just have to sing some more until it sinks in.” |