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[toujoursfluer]

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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[fierybluebird]

[If he was about ready to break and cry, the hug and blanket from Robin soothe him right back down. He tugs her gently into a close hug, just as determined as always to protect her from everything.]

It won't be the same mistakes because you remember. It won't ever be exactly the same, but that's what's nice about it.

[He closes his eyes and tugs her into his lap so he can protectively wrap his wings around her.] Maybe whatever you learn will only count here and now, and maybe that won't last long, but on the Grand Line, isn't that the risk you take anyway?

[He leans his head against hers and quietly breathes in her scent. Flowers and coffee, strong and subtle.] But at least you know even if a mistake happens, you can try again with something new, some different, just for the fun of it, to see what happens.

It's like having a million extra second chances. It's not final or the end of things. With slavery... they use your friends against you. They say do this and endure or we'll cause your friends unimaginable pain and suffering. You aren't trapped in a barrier, you're trapped in choices. You don't get to choose anything. You can't try anything. You get to choose between pain and death. That's no choice. Here, you can't always protect your friends from things, but isn't that the same as normal life? There are many things no one can be protected from, but even here, there's time to heal again and the horrible things end. Here, if your choice doesn't go the way you want, you'll have another chance to try something different.

That's about as free as I can imagine, Robin. Freer. [He holds her close anyway, desperate to protect her and to borrow some her own strength he knew she had.

[toujoursfluer]

[it's not freedom. She will never-- she can't accept it as freedom. But perhaps as a way to cope. Perhaps the only way he can cope. It's not slavery, no, but it's prison just the same. Freedom means movement. It means progression. It means going where you want with only the distance itself to slow you down. There can be none of that here.

It's not fun for her to start over. It's not fun for any of them. If it was fun, Nami wouldn't be in so much pain. But-- it's what he has to tell himself to deal with it. And maybe it is freedom to him. But... She lifts her head, resting her chin on the top of his while she strokes his hair lightly and the smooth skin on the back of his head.]

I don't want second chances, Marcchan. Or third chances, or fourth. I have no regrets in regards to my nakama, even here. You can't endlessly fix things and there will always be something that will go wrong. This place can't be freedom for me.

[and it isn't freedom for him, no matter what he says. It's a place to escape, perhaps. A bird going willingly into the cage from a world too big for it. Responsibilities too heavy.]

But I won't let it break me, and I won't let it break them--even if they all forget me. I will protect them regardless.

[and it's the only comfort she can think to give him.]

[fierybluebird]

I know, love. I know you will. [He gently strokes her hair, but there's a frown. So much pain. Was this really the crew of the future King?]

[But Ace hadn't seen it his way either. Was Marco the one in error? But Law seemed to feel the same way he did. Surely they weren't that sheltered.]

[He wants to protect Robin. To protect her crew. To let his actions speak for themselves. But when he set himself up for the impossible... to never lose anyone, he was doomed to fail. Very well, then his position was the same, to help them find joy here while and whenever he could.]

[He kisses her forehead gently and leans on her again.] I think I remember my place again, yoi.

[toujoursfluer]

[So easily? She's glad but she doesn't think she'll ever understand you, Marco. Not entirely. It's something she's come to accept, however]

Have you? And what is that? [she holds him a little closer because he is warm and because he needs it (and so does she)]

[fierybluebird]

Right here, next to you. [He tugs her into a warm winged hug fully determined to give her a shield from the world.]

Though I suppose you still want to injure me for talking so recklessly, eh.

[toujoursfluer]

[She smiles and shakes her head, ducking into the blue to rest her head on his shoulder and nestle in his warmth]

It's over. If you're taken from me tomorrow I will have no regrets.

[but...]

I don't want to be the guest of honor of any party.

[it was too much attention. Even for her friends. She would rather do what she liked around the edges rather than be in the spotlight]

[fierybluebird]

That, I can understand. [Softly leans on her hair and keeps her warm. Truthfully, Marco is much the same way. The party for him last year had helped because he was surrounded by relaxed people who all liked him so it wasn't stressful, but usually such things didn't appeal to him either.] What if we had a gathering of your friends and expanded the garden? That way Nami and Usopp will inevitably be involved as well.

It can be a final farewell to summer and we can bring books.

[toujoursfluer]

[she nods, basking in the warmth and then laughs softly and lightly pushes against him though with no effort to actually dislodge herself.]

Books? At a party? Marcchan, no one will come.

[fierybluebird]

Of course they will! You're underestimating the number of people who want to be with you.

[toujoursfluer]

[she reddens a little at that, glad he can't see.] Maybe one or two. [or a little less now that Twilight-chan is gone]

[fierybluebird]

Give yourself more credit, love. [Pulls back and gently kisses her cheek.] That's why we were thinking of a party. Not to ease the burden of missing nakama, because nothing can do that. But to remind you that you still have people here who love you. It's becoming a moot point, but still.

[toujoursfluer]

[Love? She flushed. Well perhaps not that but at least had affection for. She smiled at the kiss and gave him a gentle one in return before resting her head on his shoulder]

I trust you then. [and her arms tighten around him a little] And I missed you.