marceline, that's too distasteful! (ydidueatmyfries) wrote in thedisplaced, @ 2018-05-01 07:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | baelfire, marceline abadeer |
Who: Marceline & Baelfire
What: Bae visits Marcy’s house for the first time.
Where: The Ugly Pink House, Council 3
When: Backdated late night, April 12th, pre portal freak outs.
Warnings: None
Baelfire hadn't been thinking properly when he'd left for Marceline's. It didn't occur to him how lengthy of a walk it would be to get from his spot in his Barn at Ronan's, where he'd been camping out for another night, to get to the address Marceline had given him. It was a bit of an indicator that he really needed to get on the ball in terms of getting his license officially in Tumbleweed. Regardless, nearly a hour later, he was bounding up to the front door of a pink house with a bag of red delicious apples slung over his shoulder. He glanced up at the house, raised an eyebrow, and really hoped that he was in the right place. It was a lot easier to get to Marceline's side when they'd been on the boat. Of course, things were going to be different now, and it wasn't just the distance. He no longer was just coasting by wasting time. On the Cruise? He had all the time in the world. In Tumbleweed? Not so much. But he was going to make time for her. He knocked, cautiously, as he took a step back. His free hand moved to slip into his pocket as he waited, fingers curling around the frame of his phone. The longer it had taken Bae to walk, the more nervous Marcy got. It wasn’t his safety that concerned her. She trusted that he could probably handle himself walking through a small, boring little town. It was his nerve. What if he decided not to come after all? She was starting to work herself up. Maybe it’d been a while since she’d dated. What if it had been too long? Opening and closing the door to the fridge didn’t help. Pacing didn’t help, which in her case meant hovering. So it wasn’t until after he knocked and Marceline opened the door seconds afterward, that she realized maybe she’d come off as just a little too eager. Seeing him, the tension in her shoulders disappeared. She hadn’t meant to smile at him but that was part of the effect of seeing him, so she did. Socially, she attempted to recover with a carefully laid back sounding, “Hey.” Opening the door slowly for him, Marceline let him in. Schwabl the toy poodle was an ancient looking dog made of slightly shriveled white fluff that creaked just audibly as it got up and hobbled into the kitchen, narrowly missing the doorframe. It didn’t seem to realize company had come over. His smile turned up into a half grin as he lifted his free hand in a way of greeting toward her. "Hey," he repeated, shifting the bag so that it would drop down by his side. There was a moment where the question of 'Can I come in?' was ready to spring from his lips, the manners that had been instilled in him early on by his Father and reinforced by countless other parental figures, but before it could escape, she was opening the door and stepping aside. He took that as an invitation and stepped through the threshold. He set the bag down on the closest surface he could find as his hands slipped into both his pockets and his shoulders lifted, eyes moving around the open room. Eyes dropped to the dog and his smile grew wider. "That Sch...Schwa...Schawyball?" He tripped over the name, uncertain as to whether he'd said it right or not. He felt momentarily uncertain and embarrassed but he tried to ignore it. Once Marceline closed the door behind him, she dipped in and gave him a brief kiss to the side of his face. That was what girlfriends did, right? It was what she wanted to do, though she tried not to look too shy afterward. “Schwabl? Yeah. He’ll probably stay in the kitchen if we make too much noise.” Normally she kept company limited to the first floor, despite the bathroom being on the second. But with Bae, she offered, “Want the grand tour? It’s not much. I built it myself. The acoustics were better on Ooo. It’s supposed to be in a cave.” The vampire queen didn’t hover very far from Bae. She wanted to keep him close. The fear that the town would somehow implode all around them was still all encompassing, even when she tried to hide that fear under a nervous smile. "We planning on making a lot of noise?" He asked, still grinning towards her. With the kiss, he reached out and let his fingertips brush against the upside of her hand, cheeks warming in response. His gaze then shifted back to look at the dog for a moment. He considered the idea of maybe sitting down on the floor with it, and letting him come to him, but that would be a potentially long waiting game. And he wasn't really here to spend time with the dog, was he? He turned his attention back to her. "You built this?" Immediately, his eyes were bouncing back around the structure, with an impressed look. And as he did so his hand reached out again to take hold of hers. "I would, yeah. Like a grand tour," he replied, after he was done scanning the entirety of the room they were in. Marceline blushed at the question. She certainly thought about doing things that made a lot of noise with Bae. Judging by the nature of his grin, she didn’t think his brain was on the same wavelength. “Living room.” Marceline gestured with a hand to the room they were in. It was mostly a couch, loveseat, a few instruments and an amp. On the wall above the couch was an impressively large horned skull. Near to the trophy looked like a painting similar to the depictions of the Madonna and child, but slightly different. Her feet sank to the ground and she tugged him close with a playful smirk as she led him into, “The kitchen. You can use it if you want whenever you come over. The stove works.” Though she didn’t have a microwave. Schwabl looked up at them and wagged his tail twice before hobbling to the furthest corner from them. There wasn’t much to the first floor. Marceline led him back into the living room towards the ladder. Rather than let go of his hand to let him use it, she took his other hand in hers and lifted him up briefly as she flew them into what looked like a very large bedroom. The walls on the second floor were purple and there were a couple more trophies on the walls from monsters she’d killed, though they were smaller. “My room,” she said. “Bathroom is through that door. There’s some storage space I added on above us but that’s pretty much it.” In the corner was another sofa with an older TV and a desk with a microphone, boxy looking equipment and a few journals. Being the size of the living room and kitchen below, it was remarkably spacious. When she sank to the floor, he easily took her hand, though he was giving of an amused smile when did so. He was so used to her floating that it felt odd to walk side by side. And as they moved through the house, he made mental notes of aspects he would want to come back and give a second glance later on. The painting, for instance, had caught his eye. "The stove was basically for decoration in Emma's house until Regina showed up," he told her. He got the impression that he hadn't ever mastered the art of cooking, just from observing conversations between Emma and Neal. Regina was a good send there. "But it's nice to know I can use it. Do you want the apples in there?" He asked, morning to the Fridge, though he didn't have the bag with him at present. Even once they'd moved up to the second floor, he was taking mental notes. Pinks and purples were accented through the house. If he ever felt a need to get her something, it was going to be in one of those two colors. "This room is huge," he commented, glancing back now to her, grin wide. Marceline had responded to his apple question with all the directness of a typical teenager, which was to say she shrugged. It’d get put someplace eventually. Marceline’s home was tidy, but it was partially do to being a little sparse. Glancing at her boyfriend, she noticed how calm he was. Marceline wanted to be calm. But the combination of Baelfire being in her room for the first time and her anxieties about Tumbleweed made it hard to focus. Her smile was short lived and forced when it had appeared. Even after multiple attempts. Eventually she stopped trying and let her eyebrows knit together in concern. “Bae?” Her expression softened a little once she held his attention but she still wasn’t smiling. Her own eyes focused on other parts of the room rather than him. “Do you think you could stay over? We don’t have to do nothing and it’s okay if you can’t…” Marceline risked eye contact. Bae’s eyes didn’t turn her to stone but she felt locked into place anyway. Only after she realized it was probably better if she’d asked downstairs instead of her bedroom. "Hmm?" He diverted his attention back in Marceline's direction, away from the trophy that he'd had his eyes latched onto. His hand was still holding hers and he'd been idly moving his thumb up and down against her skin. It came to a stop when her question was brought forth and his lips parted just slightly, as though he were going to say something, but he didn't just yet. It wasn't that he minded staying over. He didn't even bat an eye at that notion and never had. In fact, he'd only begun to see it as a taboo subject when Killian had given him grief that one time Posy stayed over after Gale had departed. But his mind was focusing on the middle of the sentence. 'We don't have to do anything.' Baelfire had never done anything before. He'd never reached that level of comfort with Jenny back when she was alive. They were both still trying to even figure themselves out and being thrust into the apartment they shared, with no actual history of dating, had actually put a brake on that type of development really taking off. And Posy? Well, Posy he'd certainly thought about it. But Posy had been his friend before she was his girlfriend and they'd only really been dating for a few weeks before she left, too. He realized he was being far too silent and Marcy's eyes were on him. "I don't mind staying," he immediately said, because that was the truth, and then after a moment he added, "I think I'd like to stay." Marcy smiled, not meaning to look as relieved as she did. She knew she couldn’t keep Bae at her house, and even if she could it would not be optimal for any extended length of time. The small ugly pink house had really been designed for a single vampire queen occupant with the occasional company. “Okay, good,” she said. Her hand gave his a squeeze and Marceline leaned in to kiss him briefly. She had just promised that they didn’t have to do anything, it was more of a thank you than anything else. “I don’t have netflix on my TV or anything, but I have some VHS tapes if you want to watch something? I think Finn left Heat Signature over here.” Heat Signature had all the hallmarks of a terrible mid-80s action B campfest, but movies were more difficult to come by on Ooo and so the tape was something of a valuable artifact. Baelfire returned the smile, which wasn't very difficult for him to do. He enjoyed seeing Marceline's smile so it came easily when she was offering one up for him. He shifted so he could face her and his free hand reached out to brush some of her hair back, carefully, as though he was still unsure if that was alright to do. But when she kissed him, he was leaning down into it, returning it, even if it was brief. He pulled in a breath. "I mean, we can, if you want." He liked to watch the occasional movie. He'd always prefered movies to tv shows, just because he'd had more access to movies when he was living on his own on the west coast. Drive ins were a thing of beauty. "I don't think I've seen that one. Is it good? Did you watch it with Finn?" “Yeah, Finn and Jake and some ghosts I used to hang with. It was kinda a big deal. VHS tapes are hard to come by. I mean, blank ones are easier. People make their own movies sometimes, but like a real movie is sort of rare on Ooo.” Despite just talking about the movie, Marceline had almost forgotten that she was supposed to be looking for it. She seemed surprised when she remembered, and turned to open up her closet and search. Her wardrobe looked like thrift store fare, though there appeared to be a pattern to it. Besides some of the basics like the occasional pair of jeans, the majority of her clothes were red or a suspicious gray that had probably been red at one point. Marcy began to dig through some of the shelves. There were more journals in her closet. Hundreds of years worth. The aging paper had a distinct smell to it that Marceline had mostly gone oblivious to. When she found the tape, she looked triumphant. “Aw, yes. Here it is.” Watching a movie came with other advantages. As she set up the TV and VCR, neither of which appeared to be plugged into any observable power outlet, she motioned to the couch. The couch meant getting comfortable. Marceline hadn’t planned that, mostly because she didn’t actually sit on her furniture 99% of the time when floating was usually way more comfortable, but she realized she’d make an exception as soon as Bae sat down. (Heat Signature was not a great movie. It was only good in that the writing was unintentionally hilarious, the actors appeared to be new to the concept of acting, and the director had done his best to treat the entire project with utmost seriousness, possibly while high on illicit substances. Heat Signature was the definition of camp. A crew on a submarine, searching for the heat signature of an enemy vessel when they realized… they were unable to find their own heat signature! Also there were monsters. The plot was sort of hazy how the monsters and the action tied into the heat signature or why certain characters occasionally fought each other.) Honestly, knowing that Marceline was from the future, Bae was surprised they had VHS tapes or televisions or amplifiers at all. VHS tapes were already gone by the this point in time and he actually didn't see DVDs or Blu-rays sticking around much longer. It looked like everything was going to end up being digitized. Not that Baelfire would live long enough to see that. Maybe. Unless he was actually the same trajectory as the Neal currently in Tumbleweed. He doubted it though. "That's cool," he commented. He could imagine a movie being a big deal back in Neverland, too. When you didn't have access to things, they became even more special once you got a glimpse. His hands slipped into his back pockets and watched as she rummaged around through the closet, smirking lightly to himself once she did finally emerge from it. Feeling as though he was a little more welcome, and allowed to get comfortable, he moved to sit on the couch and left room for Marceline. And as the movie went on, he moved his arm to recline against the back of the couch, grinning wide at the cheese of the film. "I have a feeling you'd really appreciate some of the public access channels," he commented. While he didn't watch a lot of TV, he knew the free over the air channels played a lot of B movies. It seemed right up her alley. “Oh yeah?” Marceline half paid attention to the movie. She’d been completely engrossed in it the first time it played, not minding the fact that it wasn’t very good. It was more about being able to sit next to her boyfriend, appreciate the fact that for now they were safe, and that she could listen to him breathe and his slow, steady heartbeat without coming off as a weirdo. Unless stopped or otherwise discouraged, Marcy let her head sink onto Bae’s shoulder when he opened up a spot even closer to him by having his arm on the back of the couch. “I don’t know if my TV will get those,” she said. Radio had recently come back to Ooo, and only from the Candy Kingdom. "They play a lot of stuff like this," he commented, idly, with his eyes still focused forward on the screen. And while he'd noticed her moving to rest her head against his shoulder, at first he kept his arm over the back of the couch, but slowly shifted it to wrap around her shoulders completely, holding her close to him. "I think there might be a way. They used to have antennas and I think you just get an adapter." He wasn't completely sure though. He hadn't had the luxury of owning much back home and in this world? Well, Emma had all of that kind of stuff set up. And before Tumbleweed they'd been lucky just to have the movie nights on Saturdays. When Marceline grew wings from her back to wrap around them on the couch, it wasn’t exactly like the ole stretch-and-put-your-arm-around-your-dat It was hard to pay attention to the movie. There were nagging things she wanted to talk about, and never speak out loud at the same time. Promising that she would never turn him meant admitting that she would let him grow old. Asking about his thoughts on kissing and stuff was entirely out of the question. And while he could probably guess, she didn’t want to admit being in Tumbleweed still terrified her. “Do you think we’ll go on another cruise ship?” she asked quietly. That seemed more like a compromise. It was almost like one of the things she wanted to talk about. With her wings wrapped around them, he gave a side smirk and shifted, his head tilting to the side so it could rest against hers. It was a comfortable position to be in and one that he found himself not wanting to leave anytime soon. He didn't find it strange that she could shapeshift the way she did. To him? It was something awe inspiring. "It wouldn't surprise me if we did, though I don't think it'll be any time soon. There a was a year between the last one and the one we just were on," he commented, glancing down to the side so he could look at her. "But we went into the past, too, between the two cruises. Things don't tend to stay calm here." Marceline sighed. She’d rather skip ahead to the future, after anything bad that might happen, but the past would probably be alright. It shouldn’t have been comforting to hear things didn’t stay calm, but it was. The weirder things were, the better. Safer, maybe. At least the kind of safety she was pretty sure she could provide. “How far in the past?” Marceline asked. She kept her head nestled against his shoulder, avoiding his eyes, pretending to stare at the TV. Her eyes blinked occasionally to test and make sure they weren’t planning any sort of treacherous betrayal. She cried more than she liked to admit. Yelling was preferable. Asking about his past adventures seemed like a safe enough topic of conversation. "Nearly seventy years," he answered, with his gaze still upon her. But once the answer had been provided, he turned his attention back in the direction of the television. "We were all out in the desert. Erik made us a shelter in a cave. It was [...] too close for comfort," he told her, simply so she could know a little more about the situation. There'd been nearly three hundred of them all thrust into that cave. And though there'd been rooms and private areas for showers or rest rooms, it hadn't been enjoyable. It was the most stressful of all the situations if you asked Baelfire, and that included the Island with the smoke Monster. “Seventy years isn’t so long ago,” she said. “The closest I’ve gotten to time travel was helping Simon send a message to the past. It’d be cool to see maybe some cowboys or something. Or… I don’t know. Maybe before that.” Not that Marceline had the firmest grasp on history before her birth. There were probably better periods of time to be than the current one. Her arm found his under her makeshift wing-blanketo and she gave his elbow a small squeeze. “I’ve never ridden a horse. I rode a goldfish beast once. Those are pretty cool. I used to travel a lot,” Marceline said. “I guess the cruise felt kinda like old times, but with other people.” "No, not terribly long ago," he agreed. Though he wasn't anywhere near as old as she was, he'd lived long enough to know that the average lifespan was just a blink of an eye. Seventy years wasn't much in the grand scheme of things. He looked to her and gave her a half smirk. "We missed the Cowboys. I think that was the 1800s or something," he mused. He smiled warmly at the touch and moved his hand, turning it palm up while searching for her hand to take. "There's horses here. I bet we could find one for you to ride if you wanted," he suggested before he nodded his head in understanding. "I like when we travel even if it uproots our routines. It's the only time I've ever really gotten to." While he'd dropped down in many realms, he'd been isolated to certain locations. And his traveling once he was in the world without magic was solely dependent on income. He had found a decent shelter city and remained there until wanderlust got hold of him. Marceline’s fingers reached and found his before lacing them together. Just when she thought she couldn’t get more comfortable, she’d shift slightly and settle against him once more. “How much longer is your school stuff? We could still explore this world. I bet there’s like some cool kingdoms and stuff to check out.” Kingdom wasn’t the right word. Marceline frowned. “Or cities or whatever.” She’d done it before although the logistics of making sure Bae would be able to eat escaped her, she also wasn’t above abusing her powers of invisibility (or worse) and just taking whatever they ended up needing. His thumb moved back and forth against her skin as he held her hand, finding the grip between them to be welcoming and enjoyable. "It's over at the end of this month," he said with a hint of sadness. He'd missed nearly the entire semester. He hadn't actually missed any of the lectures, it seemed, but the window for learning was significantly decreased. He was only really being allowed two months of time as opposed to five. He gave a slight smirk. "I've got a trip I've not used," he idly told her, turning his gaze back her way. "I was going to ask Katniss to go with me but, I mean, if you'd like to?" He raised an eyebrow. "It isn't a Kingdom though. There's some of those throughout the world but my trip is for a specific city. Paris." “Oh yeah?” Marceline said. She was trying to interpret what that eyebrow meant. “How long are you going? I want to go with you but, it’s cool if you want to do stuff with your sister, too.” It was an uncomfortable calculation. Bae had plans. If they were short plans, Marcy could wait. If it was a week? Two weeks? Longer? To his raised brow, she stuck out a forked tongue at him, before she allowed herself to think too hard about it, and grinned proudly about it afterward. "I don't know, actually," he told her with a slight flush of his cheeks. "It's all like travel vouchers for airfare and hotels and stuff. I think it pans out to about a week or so?" He shrugged his shoulders, before chuckling at the way she stuck her tongue out at him. Shifting, he let go of her hand and pulled his arm away from her shoulders, pivoting his body so he could lean in and plant a quick kiss to her lips. When he pulled back, he returned a similar proud grin. In an instant, the kiss wiped away the smaller nagging thoughts in her mind, including the logistical ones that might have been important to inquire about. “You know we could probably all three of us go,” Marceline said. Visually, she vanished, though the weight of her was still there on the couch. “Invisible stowaway,” she offered, before reappearing. “It probably wouldn’t be that hard. I doubt humans really know to look for tiny invisible vampire bats or whatever.” Marceline’s smile betrayed the idea that sometimes she liked breaking the rules for the sake of breaking them. “Unless you’d rather it just be the two of us?” She rose her eyebrow, quietly teasing him for the way he’d looked at her earlier. "If it's the three of us, I'm going to insist it turn into four. So Gale can come. Only seems fair," he told her, still grinning. He hadn't actually thought much about the trip he'd been gifted in December since they'd arrived on the cruise. He was just glad that the trip didn't have a time stamp or otherwise he'd have been slightly bummed out. "Maybe we could just skip the plane all together and ask the Doctor to drop us off," he suggested, shrugging his shoulders once again. He caught the suggestion and for a moment, his lips pulled in, as he tried to wade through that thought. "We could do a lot of things as just the two of us. Let them go do their own," he commented. He'd not told Katniss about the trip or anything, not yet, but he knew she hadn't gotten to explore outside of this country either. "But...maybe we could do something, here, as just the two of us. Sooner. I mean." “Planes don’t sound that cool,” Marcy said. “But I don’t know if the Doctor would take me. He’s kinda grumpy and I did utterly destroy him musically on top of stealing his drummer from him.” Marcy wasn’t sorry about any of those things. “I might still have to with operation invisible stowaway.” Marcy shrugged. She didn’t point the fact that technically they were doing something as the two of them right at that very moment. “What’d you have in mind?” "Oh, no. Not him." Bae quickly said, shaking his head back and forth. "I mean my Doctor. That's [...] a further along version," Baelfire explained, waving his hand off to the side as if it was simple as that. "Mine definitely would let you," he added on, as a reassurance. "I don't know," he admitted. He'd never gotten very far with plans to go on dates in the past. He'd have offered up the idea of traveling to a bigger city and maybe seeing a show, except Marceline was already paranoid about Tumbleweed. New York would absolutely cause a panic. Or so he believed. "What's something you might like to go and do? Outside of another Cruise?" Marceline shrugged unhelpfully. “I mean, besides travel, I don’t really do that much. And I don’t travel all the time, just when I feel like I need to get away. Sometimes I like help my friends out when they need help fighting something or going somewhere dangerous but that’s like, a whatever thing. I’m kind of a homebody. I liked flying with you. And listening to you sing.” Marcy frowned. “Is that like too boring or whatever?” "We should see if we can go flying again here," he suggested, though he didn't necessarily mean right now. They had more than enough dust now that it was possible. He didn't know how much longer it would work for him. The notion of age was arbitrary but he doubted that Neal would be able to fly if he were to try. Baelfire didn't think he had too long left being able to himself. "We could always find another karaoke place. I might be persuaded to sing more if you do too," he then said. But he soon returned the frown and shook his head. "No." Marcy’s expression brightened. Her relief gave her a temporary reprieve from her fear that one day he was probably going to get tired of her. “I mean, I do stuff. But it’s usually like spur of the moment stuff. Like Cake Wars. Or convincing Finn he had to be my evil henchmen. Oh man, that was hilarious. I kinda miss scaring people and making them think I’m going to like, I dunno, whatever jazz they make up about vampires now.” Marceline’s expression drifted off somewhere into the dreamsphere before she looked up at Bae with a grin. “We should totally prank Ronan. Man, there’s got to be some way to scare him good.” "Spur of the moment isn't bad. I definitely liked cake wars while it lasted," he reassured her. He'd been rather put out when the festivities came to an end because of the EMP. He gave a light laugh. "I'm pretty sure most people think vampires are just going to stare at them longingly in math class," he gave a slight eye roll at this. He'd known this wasn't the truth of vampires. Even if Marceline wasn't quite the type of vampire he'd have read about back in the Enchanted Forest. "Ronan? I don't know. Scaring him seems like a tall order." “People think vampires do math?” Marceline asked. Not that Marceline couldn’t do basic math, she just didn’t see the connection. The topic of pranking Ronan, however, was important and required their utmost focus. Marceline decided that meant sitting up straight, making herself comfortable in Bae’s lap, facing him, hands firm on his shoulders so she could stare him in the eyes. “Bae, this is like, really important. If pranking Ronan were easy, he wouldn’t make such a great target. We can do this. Maybe get Gansey and Noah involved. I’m thinking…” The vampire queen was nodding her head. “...This has got to be huge. Basically, this may have to be my greatest prank ever.” "People think vampires want to spend eternity going to high school, yeah," he said with a bit of a chuckle. Not that he'd watched much of those films. He just knew they existed and that was the impression he'd gotten the one time he'd caught one of them on Freeform. Of course, his entire attention fled from the notion of Twilight movies all together when Marceline was suddenly in his lap. He stilled, eyes focused on her, and his breath temporarily caught. But then she was talking about Ronan again and he blinked and just sort of nodded his head along with what she was saying. What was she saying? Oh, right. Pranks. "They'd be good ones to get involved, definitely." But he grinned as decided on how monumental the prank needed to be. "Guess we better get started on the planning stages, then." Marceline had a mischievous grin a mile wide, as wicked as her teeth were sharp. Most of the ideas she threw out were terrible but Bae had not come up with a satisfactory prank either. The entire operation became derailed when Marceline thought it was more fun to come up with ridiculous ideas that would make Bae laugh at their absurdity. She liked making him smile. She avoided talking about anything serious. Tumbleweed was seriously too serious for her. She hated it. And while she never said she missed Ooo, she did put on a record for Bae so they could hear music from her home. It became an impromptu listening party, laying on her bed, staring up at the ceiling, until they both eventually fell asleep. |