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Want to sit and chat with an eternally amused archaeologist? Whether [written] , [action], or [voice]. Just remember, if you're going to dance with the devil, best bring good shoes.

Examples ~~That were completely not ganked from Sanji-kun~~

[March 15, Action]
[March 15, Voice]
[March 15, Written]

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[He's about to rest his arms behind his head, but being called so easily on that...]

[He chuckles softly and leans a hand up to her cheek, gently brushing it.]

Deal.

It's a hard habit to break. Mah... I never talked this much back home. You can thank Ace and yourself... and a few others for that I suppose. [He moves the hand to gently tickle under her chin.] I don't promise perfection, it's a work in progress, but I'll keep trying. However many little steps it takes.

[His eyes glow affectionately, purely enjoying the moment, living in every feeling of it.]

And if I slip up, you have permission to slap me out of it. It's how my brothers usually have to get me to talk. Or pin me down and try to out stubborn me.

[He watches her for a bit, eyes still glowing intently, and a sneaky grin.] I want to be with you. I think it's addicting. Just being in your presence I feel more alive. I just wish I knew better how to share that back, eh?

You ever smoke? It's like breathing in the taste of that, just the calming high, eh? Mah... or perhaps it's different for phoenixes. Fire and all.

If my devil fruit ever gives me an alternate life, I think I want to spend it by your side. Driving you crazy every second of every day until you're sick of me, even then, the minute you realized you liked having me around, I'd come back and never leave again.

You don't have to talk. [It's just the brushing away of things. Trying to hide it. She wonders if he ever lets himself feel things or if he's too busy being strong for everyone else.

She listens to his words, slightly bemused. It's all too much. She can't even tell if he's completely serious or not. It sounds like some kind of poetic saga-- the promise the god-hero makes to his lady before he goes off and gets killed horribly but nobly.]

What kind of alternative life would you have? [She lays on top of him and braces her chin on her hands as she looks into his eyes] What would your ideal life be?

[It's a strange thought actually. He lightly brushes her hair with a hand, more for the sake of motion and contact than anything else. Finally he just grins.]

I can't imagine being anything other than a pirate, but it'd be fun to be an accountant, eh. Or like one of those gangsters who kept hanging out in the city area. I could unify all my favorites and take over the underground. Maybe overthrow Joker and get rid of slavery. I guess no matter what I'd do I'd wind up collecting lost boys, eh? I wonder if it's in my blood.

How about you? Would you always want to keep doing this? Trying to find the truth of the world?

[The touch is gentle. Warm. And even though she's being petted in a way, it doesn't feel like that. She relaxes a little, watching Marco's face, thinking of an answer even as she muses on how strange it is that his ideal life matches so closely the one he has. The perks of being a pirate. She makes a humming noise and absently reaches up to play with a strand of his hair.]

When I was little, I used to think that my ideal life would be to have a happy family. Then to have a crew.

[The one that Saul had promised. As well as trust. Safety. The ability to sleep through the night and know she would still be with those people the next day. The ability to search for the poneglyph free of fear. To understand the whole world no matter what they tried to hide]

But now, I have all that I ever wanted. [Though by now, she means in the real world. The real life. Not this half nightmare place where everyone is being pulled apart]

[He grins softly at that.]

It makes sense, eh? That was my father's dream. And Ace's really. Seems my favorite people had the same goal for an ideal life.

I guess I...

[He frowns. Things he can't have, can't do, and he doesn't want to say. He shakes his head and grins again.] Mah, it's foolish, eh? I do like my life. Wouldn't change it for anything. Well, except for the Blackbeard thing.

[He's pulling away from it. She has the feeling that there is something he doesn't want to say for whatever reason but--she won't drag it out. If he tells her, he will. Still...]

It's not foolish.

[she leans down and kisses him lightly, then a little deeper]

You're an idiot but you can never be foolish, Marcchan.

Or perhaps I am always foolish, but rarely an idiot.

[But he's quite put at ease from the kisses and leans up to gently nuzzle their noses together.]

I cannot imagine a normal life, I wouldn't know what that's like, eh? I don't think I had enough normal people around to observe, perhaps. But family, that I get.

[Small sigh and he closes his eyes again. He'd offer her his family, so she would never have to be alone again, just like Pops, and Ace, but she has her own family and he doesn't want to steal her from that.] I still wouldn't mind an alternate life though, eh? Something with different worries. [Flops on his back on the bed to look at the ceiling. How can he worry about the islands and how he can't protect them at a time like this? He wishes he was stronger, but what does that mean? More loving like his father? More ferocious? Braver like Ace? He's not sure anymore.]

You know I could never beat my old man at chess? He's a genius at it, eh. He was a battle genius in general. One of the two smartest people I've ever met.

[Big shoes to fill, but Whitebeard would just tell Marco to go his own way. And Marco didn't wear shoes, they would fall while flying anyway.]

Edited 2012-12-28 10:35 (UTC)

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