marceline, that's too distasteful! (ydidueatmyfries) wrote in thedisplaced, @ 2018-09-26 16:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | baelfire, marceline abadeer |
Who: Baelfire & Marceline
What: Oh no! Bae stopped turning into a wolf at night! What are two attractive, young (looking and acting, at least) people who are basically in love with one another going to do now??? 🤔🤔🤔
When: Wednesday Night, Sept 26
Where: The Ugly Pink House
Warnings: Young love
Status: Complete in gdocs
Marcy was ready to go. She put on comfortable shorts and a tank top that would disappear easily under the fur when she shifted. She didn’t bother with shoes, but she did throw on a bright yellow Mickey Mouse rain poncho someone had donated to Goodwill after a vacation and a baseball cap so she could wait outside her house for Bae. It looked a little silly in bone dry Texas, but Marcy was more concerned with avoiding the sun than she was with fitting in. When she saw Bae start to approach the house, her grin was wider than was strictly possible for a human. “Bae! Come on! The sun’s gunna set!” It had become a new kind of routine. It wasn’t that Marcy enjoyed Bae’s misfortune, she just didn’t see it as a misfortune at all. They had done all kinds of things, gone on walks mostly, sometimes runs, exploring the dark the way only a predator could. She liked being able to share that with Bae in a way that was more silly and joyful than threatening or monstrous. Even if Marcy could be both. Sometimes at the same time. “Move that butt of yours!” she called. It used to be that Baelfire would have been far more agitated about the transformations than he presently was. He used to be aggressively against magic of any sort. It was only after being around a multitude of magic users inside of Mount Weather and now Tumbleweed that he began to temper his feelings down. There were plenty who meant no harm to anyone, including those in his own family. Still, he once would have been all sorts of negative emotions about being forced to transform into any creature against his own will. But...well, it wasn't really that bad. And the nights in Marceline's company were proving to be rather fun instead of frustrating. He had always been fast, after years in Neverland, but nothing like this. He found the ability to stretch out and truly run, with her by his side, was invigorating. He was enjoying this. Coming up the drive to her house, he lifted a hand in greeting, before giving a huff of laughter to her shout. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" He shouted back towards her before picking up his pace. He was wearing shorts that were a bit too big for him, that hung down low on his hips, and a tee shirt that had seen better days. There were holes all through it but damn if it wasn't comfortable. He finally reached her, gave her a huge grin, before leaning in to press a kiss to her cheek with a dramatic 'mwah!' sound to go along with it. Marcy laughed and invited Bae inside. Once the sun was no longer an issue, she pulled off her hat and poncho. It had become its own sort of routine. Hang out and talk a little before sunset, mostly about the things they wanted to do, and spend the nighttime hours in play. Sometimes they met up with other wolves, though that had been closer to the ball. There were less and less of them now as the curses started to lift. “So Bae?” Marcy asked. “What do you want to do tonight? I was thinking we should find something to chase. That would be hilarious. What do you think?” Scaring people was a game to Marcy. The object was to see how long she could keep it going before they caught on, but eventually they always did. No one in Tumbleweed was ever scared of her. If she were being honest with herself, she missed that. Marcy floated close to her boyfriend and comically return kissed his nose with an exaggerated smooch of a sound. Part of it was to set the tone before they took off for the night. Moving into the house, he kicked off his shoes with ease, feeling comfortable in Marceline's house in a way that he didn't feel comfortable much of anywhere else except for Emma's, Ronan's or his barn. His arms rose above his head, fingers threading together, and he stretched some towards the ceiling. "Just so long as we head out towards the desert if we do," he commented, smirking toward her as he did. He knew that the Ranchers were likely to get pissy if they saw wolves hanging around any of their livestock. His arms dropped down by his side and he shifted, letting himself fall backward onto her couch, with a leg thrown over the armrest and his head resting partway in the middle of the couch. He placed a hand on his stomach but tilted his head, watching her for a few spare moments. "All the more of a challenge out there, really, since things'll be hiding." He pointed out in addition. He figured there'd be jack rabbits or lizards a plenty. “I’ll fly us out there,” Marcy offered. “Heh, if I turn invisible and fly us out there, it’ll look like you’re flying. Good thing your fur is so dark.” Probably too many people wouldn’t see them that way. Marcy sort of hoped someone would. “You should stretch out your limbs really wide to make it look like you’re flying.” Marcy bobbed in the air gently. Her eyes slid to the kitchen where she stared at a clock on the microwave. “Any minute now…” Weren’t the sunsets supposed to get a little earlier and earlier now? Marcy looked back at Bae, waiting to start their night. "Is it cloudy?" He hadn't paid any attention on his way over. His head dipped back some to look towards the kitchen as he asked the question. "Oh, yeah, the fur thing would work, too. If there aren't clouds." Then he gave a bit of a laugh, "Like Superman?" Of course, having lived in the same town as Superman, he couldn't recall if he'd ever seen him fly. "You should come sit. We're going to have plenty of time to expel energy," he pointed out, shifting to look back up at the ceiling. Of course...he did think it was getting close to time. “Yeah, okay,” Marcy said. Marcy floated over to the couch and sank gently onto it next to Bae. And waited. Marcy’s hand played with the armrest, her fingers tapping to a beat she tried to pass the next twenty seconds to. Her gaze slid over towards Baelfire and she grinned again. Chasing stuff in the desert sounded pretty good. He still wasn’t changing. Marceline frowned thoughtfully and looked around the room. Any second he’d take the shape of a black wolf. Marcy’s face made a duck lipped expression as she decided to pass the next thirty seconds, making aimless faces. His hand moved back, flopping to rest against her leg with his fingers curled up toward the ceiling. With the way she was drumming against the armrest, it was becoming more and more evident that something was wrong. He lifted himself up off of the couch with his elbows a few minutes later and tried to see out the window. Unable to do so, he grumbles, and rolled to the floor. A moment later he was pushing himself up with his hands and scattering to stand. He headed to the door and pulled it open. "Well...shit," he said, face scrunching as he looked out at the night sky. He turned his head to look at Marcy. The vampire shrugged with a small, thoughtful frown. “I guess you’re no longer cursed.” Any other time and that would have been considered a good thing. To be fair, the fairies probably didn’t curse Bae to enjoy himself and have fun. Nor did they really care if their plans for the night were ruined. It wasn’t like Bae wanted to stay cursed. Probably. “So… now what should we do?” she asked. "Guess so," he agreed, hand moving to push the door shut. He shifted, propping his shoulder against the door as he crossed his arms over his chest, watching her. He gave a light shrug of his shoulders before he uncrossed his arms. "Movie?" “Yeah, okay,” Marcy agreed. It wasn’t quite the romp she’d been looking forward to all day, as she had the week before, every night when Baelfire changed forms. At least it was was something and it’d been a while since they found something more relaxing to do. The problem was the technology in the ugly pink house was from Ooo. Advancements went sideways and into interesting directions instead of a straightforward linear progression of most worlds. So her TV looked like something from the early 90s, and she had a VCR with no real capabilities to watch Netflix. And besides some personally recorded VHS tapes from the Simon that she was unwilling to play, Marcy didn’t actually own a lot of movies. They were pretty rare on Ooo. So Heat Signature it was. Again. Marcy led Bae upstairs onto her the couch in her bedroom, put in the movie, and they managed to pay attention for nearly three entire seconds once she sat down after pressing play. In all honesty, the suggestion had been automatic but wasn't actually something he had any interest in doing. He'd been looking forward to being in her company and he liked the new routine, even if it was brought forth because of magic. Still, a movie wasn't too bad. He guessed. He pushed off the door and headed upstairs with Marceline. Once upstairs, he sat properly on the couch, with his arm slung over the back. There was a sort of glossed over look almost immediately from her pressing play. "I think I'm going to get you a crate of VHS tapes," he said, as he shifted to wrap his arm around her shoulder. “Yeah huh,” Marcy said distantly. She was listening and watching the movie, really. It was just that, as soon as Bae’s arm went over her shoulder there was sort of this magnetic, automatic response to turn toward him and kiss him instead. The first part was kind of slow anyway. Plus they kissed all the time (excluding the time they weren’t together) so really it wasn’t a big deal. Marcy combed her fingers through his hair to hold him close, and after about four seconds of that, she barely registered the TV even playing behind her as she discovered something much more interesting. He didn't mind the way she seemed to almost immediately turn away from the movie. It hadn't exactly been his intention when he wrapped his arm around her, because he just liked having her close, but he was certainly more interested in shifting his focus to her than to Heat Signature. His arm slid off the back of the couch and he shifted to properly face her, while his other arm looped around to encircle around her, palm pressing against her back. As for the TV? Well, Baelfire basically thought 'what TV?' He leaned in to deepen the kiss, the edges of his lips turning up into a hint of a smirk. What was supposed to be a wolf romp and turned into an entirely different kind of romp, where instead of clothes only appearing to fade away, clothing actually did disappear as they continued. It wasn’t planned. It just sort of happened. And Marceline couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so happy. |