witchesreign | BBS/Action (current day)

I guess you could say I've had some less than favourable rumours floating around, but that's mostly the men talking.

Mermaids, huh?

They must be jealous of your prowess.

And yes, the prettiest mermaids you've ever seen. Redheads and blondes and there was one 'maid with hair the color of twilight who charmed the pants off humans and fishmen alike. Alas for her taste to run toward shark.

And everything else. I'm an easy man to envy.

So, hot they might be, but how do you even sleep with a woman that's half fish?

I don't doubt.
First you can try by asking her politely and showing her a good time. If you can manage that much, she'll show you the rest.

Not what I meant, and not anything I didn't know, but sure, we'll go with that.

Seriously, though, you know what I meant. I guess there's ways around it, but when someone's lower half is a fish, certain things are gonna get difficult.

Mermaids and Fishmen are quite a bit different from actual fish, lad. Tails and gills notwithstanding. Perhaps you should ask your wise roommate for details.

Gods. I remember her. She was a cutie, wasn't she?

[And then later when he remembers....]

Do me a favor and delete that before Grell sees it, okay?

She doesn't know of your escapades? Cricket Bank? Tijali? Dressarossa? [okay, half of those he just made up]

No.

And don't you dare "inform" her or I'll tell everyone about your escapades with Izou, Vista, and Fossa.

Grell's from a really reserved time period believe it or not.

[deletes them all, though only because he loves you. He's not ashamed of his exploits brother]

Help me go shopping on Thursday.

[That's why you're the best. Marco would have left them for blackmail. Because he's the worst.]

Sure thing.

What's Thursday?

Oh shit.

Delete that one too.

Do you have party ideas? Fuck it, let me make a post.

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Come talk to me.

Edited 2013-07-03 09:51 (UTC)

What's wrong? I figured a beach party would be right up Namur's alley. He can pretend to invade it all shark-like and everything. Or are you not feeling up to that sort of thing?

What's wrong with me? [he blinks and tosses Marco a beer] What's wrong with you? Why did you want me to delete it?

[Just catches it and facepalms again.] Because I realized how stupid it sounded after I said it?

I want to surprise him, but I didn't want him thinking I forgot his birthday.

Which I didn't.

I just needed the reminder. Tch.

Do you really think we're getting old? [Opens up that beer!]

Forgot whose--

[he sees the date]

Yes. Shame on you, for forgetting. We're going to have an early party on Friday. All the fish and beach babes we can muster.

[he takes a sip of his own beer]

I'd say we are. [he reaches over and plucks a strand of Marco's frond] Is that grey?

I was thinking Saturday. We can combine it with Selphie's weekend party idea.

But you're right on the fish and beach babes.

[Flails.] Stop that. We are not old. Maybe you are. I'm only as old as I've ever been. [Eyebrow arch.] What should we get him for a present? Serious or joke?

[Because ahahahahahahahahaha.... he doesn't want to deal with that whole YOU getting older while HE can't and STUFF.]

That's a good idea. Promised to help her learn to cook anyway.

[he leans down and rests his chin on Marco's head, rubbing the scruff a bit against the bald parts. Such a weird damn head]

I'd say both--I think I'm going to get him that blanket I saw in Balamb Town the other day. It has bubbles and seaweed on it. [and more importantly, it was king sized] And maybe a shower cap.

That's adorable.

All right, I'll keep thinking.

[Both hands suddenly go to his face though.]

Ah... fuck I hate this.

The first thing I thought of was art supplies. That's what I got Toby for his birthday. And I thought, "Oh hey, Namur and Toby can draw together--"

[DEEP Breath and starts pacing before resting his head against the wall.]

I'm so stupid Thatch. I thought Pops would be so proud of me for it; and he was, but I let myself forget how much it fucking burns.

[Poor Marc and birthdays. Poor Marco and Toby. And losing people. And bearing the weight of everything because he was a phoenix and felt it was his duty. He gently cupped the back of Marco's neck, running his thumb over the skin of the back of his head. He wished he could take away the burn. He wished he could make everything alright and just fix things so all Marco could do was flail about in tweeting joy]

Good. Keep letting yourself forget. Keep letting yourself heal.

[joys and pains of being a phoenix. You never hurt for long. But there was never peace either]

You'll mourn and the wound will close and eventually it will just be another memory to look at once in a while. But--in the meantime--let's celebrate Toby, too, aye? With flowers and anything else you think he would have liked. Let Namur draw him a picture in memorial. Make as many good memories for the bad ones.

Mmn...

[Hugs and leans on Thatch.] I just want him to come back. I wish I could find him.

[just keeps holding]

Any way we can go look for him?

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