toujoursfluer | Log 001 [Action] Storming your castle

[She laughs lightly and allows him to kiss her hand and lead her to the kitchen.]

Perhaps I prefer women to men.

[... Okay quick pause for Marco to grab a box of tissues. Nope, totally not sporting a Sanji nosebleed here, nope nope nope. ~~Maybe just a little one.~~]

Oh~? [A small cough while he tries to cover that nosebleed up and flits about his kitchen getting coffee stuff.] Is that exclusively?

Maybe I am. [She sits so she can watch him] After all they are soft and make the most...interesting noises. Have you ever noticed?

[A small amused hum to himself as he puts on fake glasses. ~~It helps control!~~]

I have indeed. They can be rather like flowers themselves. [Let's just not dissect that analogy, okay?]

How do you like your wo-- uh... coffee?

Are they really? [Giving rolling in flowers a new meaning, are we? At Bird-chan's question, she smiles as she thinks that Sanji would A) know the answer to at least one if not the other and B) Knowing it would definitely kill him. How on earth did men manage to survive so long.]

Strong and sweet. With just a hint of mystery.

[Hiding such a grin at this. Well, "hiding" really, since even his deadpan can't completely save him now.]

I'm a little leery of adding mystery to your coffee, I'm not quite a barista boy, eh? [Gets out cream, sugar, and randomly honey and sets them all the on the table so she can add them to taste.] Well, I'll try one thing. [So he makes sure to hide the coffee while he adds his mysterious hint of hickory.]

Now does that go for guys too or only coffee and women? [Had to be asked.]

You'll just have to find that out. What's the fun if you know all the surprises?

[And she hasn't told the truth yet. Or has she? You may never know.]

[That's okay, keeps it interesting.]

Oh indeed, I just like to know when I've got a chance, or better yet, a headstart.

[Okay NOW he's flirting. So good thing Ace got out early.]

I don't know. What do you think?

[And she gives him a lingering look. This is most definitely a test. Let's see if you pass.]

I'm keeping my theories to myself.

But I know I intend to give it my best either way. [Returning that look right back before getting up to pour the coffee.]

Besides, chance or no chance, [Gets out two coffee mugs, one for himself, and after a brief second thought, takes out a third and leaves it next to the coffee maker for Ace.] I'm sure it'll be fun either way.

[Interesting tactic. Responding to mystery with mystery. And of course determination despite the odds, which she's found she likes very much. The third cup, however, causes a raised eyebrow][She'll make certain of that.]

Are we expecting more company?

I'm leaving it out for Ace. He's probably scared we'll keep flirting in front of him, but he might want some later.

[An apologetic shrug as he returns with the two poured cups.] Little brothers require some looking after even when they insist they don't need it, eh?

I suppose. [She's never had a little brother and, though perhaps she can count Luffy as one, he's always asked for help when he needs it]

[She takes a sup of the coffee and it's different, but good, and definitely mysterious.]

I wonder how many others like Firefist-san will find their way here...

[No one really she can think to want to see again. She's buried her ghosts for the most part but she's fairly sure others have loved ones they would enjoy meeting.]

I don't need looking after! It's a fact, not me insisting it! [He calls out from his bedroom. Don't mind him, just carry on.

And yes, your little brother is eavesdropping on you.]

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[Smirks quietly to himself at Ace's yelling.] He's always been this way. I'd bring him soup and he'd do the same thing at first. Eternal wildfire. [Marco will never stop though, because it's not about making sure Ace eats or has coffee, well it is, but that's only a small part of it. He knows Ace can fend for himself, he just wants Ace to be surrounded by constant signs of loving affection and support and to know that just because Ace can fend for himself, doesn't mean he has to. It's an ongoing endless other type of war.]

And there are a few other wildfires here, eh? [By which he doesn't mean people actually made of fire; but those who are rash and wild and occasionally get themselves killed with it.] I'm not sure if you were here when Bellemere went home though. [Small frown. Poor Nami. Marco can't even imagine having Whitebeard back just to lose him again. Though, really, he'd be glad for any amount of time, just like with Ace.]

Ah, so she did leave. [Mothers never do tend to stay around for very long. She wonders why that is.]

[She sips her coffee again, mildly annoyed by Firefist-san's interruption--but that is, perhaps because she hasn't had her caffeine]

Even wildfires can exhaust themselves if they roar too long. [Hint? What hint?]

[He's just down the hall after this, and calls from behind the wall:]

Yeah. That's what happens when they go after a stronger fire. [His tone is serious and pained.You can hear footsteps going down the hall.] Wildfires are always put out eventually. They don't listen. [And that is the closing of his door. He is officially out of the scene.]

Oi Ace... she just meant...

[Winces. Ace has to know she didn't mean it about Akainu, right? Did she even know the specifics about Akainu...? Fuck. At the sound of Ace's door close though, Marco just sighs wearily with a frown.]

Ah... he'll be okay. [Just touchy about the dying thing still orz.]

How's the coffee? If you want, we can take it up to the roof. [Guaranteed privacy.]

[She wonders why Firefist-san leaves, and then realizes. She knows enough of the details to piece together the puzzle of it all. Why would he assume she meant that? Perhaps she doesn't know Firefist-san as well as she thought.]

Will he? [and it's partly a serious question but...another part of her can't help but think this is as okay as he's going to get. There is nothing for him outside of Luceti.]

The coffee is good. But I think I would rather stay.

[The roof seems exposed somehow and she's not sure if she wants to move]

[Nods his head and drops his voice quieter.]

He will. It's just part of his being a wildfire. A lot of things still need to run their course.

[Looking off into the distance now as he sips his own cup. He's not his Pops so he can't give Ace that kind of support. Oh well, being Ace's big brother would just have to do.] After a little bit he usually realizes he's being temperamental, but he wouldn't be Ace otherwise, eh?

I'll take your word for it. [She is used to people being tempermental in a flash in the pan kind of way, or a slow smoldering hatred that creeps up under the rib cage and settles.]

You seem to be made out of a different kind of fire completely, Bird-chan.

[She wonders what drives him here.]

[Literally or metaphorically? Marco can only assume she means both. He's quiet for a bit, thinking it over.]

I really admire rash kids, eh? Ace, and his brother. The kind that charge ahead and don't look back.

I have my own reckless moments. [He took a chance; flying ahead to try to rescue Ace on his own and Garp beat him down hard for it.] And my passions can get inflamed as well as his. [As strongly as Ace however, Marco wasn't sure. He couldn't imagine how it felt to be as out of control burning with emotions the way Ace was. Was it always like that split second Marco almost lost control when Squardo stabbed Whitebeard? Still, wasn't always burning on that edge its own kind of adrenaline?] But I'm practically cheating. I've had several decades to temper my rage to direct it where I want. [There's an almost eerily calm sip of coffee at the end of it. The Whitebeard Pirates didn't have a reputation for vengeance for no reason after all. Still, Marco really was quite calm for casually discussing past murders. Hell "past"? He still meant it with regards to Blackbeard. How many times had Shanks had to hold him back now? He'd lost count.]

Decades? How old are you, Bird-chan? [He doesn't look all that old to her. But then it's really hard to tell anything about anyone. People are always surprising. As for the rest of his words though...]

[She takes a sip of her coffee. Luffy is reckless, there's no doubt about that, but she doesn't like to think of him as fire. Fires always burn out, sooner or later. No, if anything he's a tsunami, the wave that crashes everything in its path, like the storm that had consumed Water 7, both destroying and cleansing. And yet... a discriminate tsunami. But perhaps that's the problem with comparing people to objects, there's always going to be something that doesn't quite fit.]

Oh. That's a secret. [A mysterious grin. No, but he lies to Ace about it, he won't tell his age easily.]

Besides, it's all in how old you feel, right?

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/sliiiiiides this is. carry on, i'll just pop in from time to time, my bad >>

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