witchesreign | BBS/Action (current day)

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?

[There's a lump in his throat and he buries his face in Thatch's shirt.]

Dunno.

Until your sorry ass showed up I thought for sure if he was in this world I'd know it. Now...

Anything's possible.

Time is...

Folded. I thought it was just squeezed down to this point, but it's folded. There are ripples even I can't see through. It hides whole pockets of the weirdest things.

[He shakes his head and laughs softly.] It's so exciting and frustrating at the same time, yoi. Whenever I think I have it... Pop [He makes a popping noise with his cheek.] One unfolds and I realize it's even more fucked up than I could have dreamed.

...what if we could find a way to use it? Use time? [that's what the time mage guy had done, right? but if they could turn it on their own, they could reverse so much stupidity that had happened-- bring back those that were lost]

I'm a fair hand at magic, and with training I could be even better. We could do anything we wanted.

Mn...

[Gestures for Thatch to grab a seat somewhere. Anywhere so he can sit with him.]

Problem is, pure stasis isn't anything anyone wants, eh? Even Pops wouldn't stop moving. Well, he's made of shakes, but you know what I mean. Moving forward.

[Marco rubs his temples and then sprawls on his back over the bed, and completely dangled over it.] Best I can think to do is use those pockets to my advantage. Pluck people and stick them in there. It's dangerous though. More than just the obvious danger of messing with the fabric of the space-time continuum, it could unmake things.

As tempting as that is, do you hold any regrets?

[he sits on the floor and rests his head on Marco's stomach. He should be getting a new bed within the day or so and thank god for that. He didn't want to keep people in stasis. He didn't want to unmake things. He didn't want to ask what was so moving forward about being dead? It was the ultimate stasis. Supposedly.]

Why do you ask?

[because he does. And strangely, his biggest regret now that he thinks about it-- was crawling to Balamb to begin with. He loved Marco. Wanted to be with Marco... But the end result would have been the same, wouldn't it? What had been done had been done. The consequences were the consequences.]

I would change the past if I could.

So would I, but that's not a regret.

Nor can it be done. Not even using Time. Not even unmaking it.

Here. [He half sits up in a crouching position and traces the scar on Thatch's face.]

Everything moves in circles. If the loop doesn't close... [He snaps his fingers.] Something big breaks down in the chain. Got it?

[He traces the scar and makes a circle.] If we could go into the past and redo things so as to be different then we wouldn't know to have to go into the past to redo them and -- [Mimes with his hands, breaking a stick.] You break the circle.

[He lays back down and hugs Thatch's head, then pets him softly.] You didn't say that you have no regrets. What's up?

[it's soothing in a way to be touched like that. That warm circular motion. He leans back into the hug]

Let's break it anyway. We're pirates, aren't we?

Aye, aye, but then there'd be regrets. See? Circles, yoi.

Let them come. As long as benefits outweighed the regrets, I'd have as many as I could take.

[Frowns softly and pets more before grinning wryly.] Not sure how proud Pops would be, but I'll think on it more. It's not something I'm willing to be reckless on. Even for the chance of saving Toby.

[Pet pet pet pet.] But there might be something to it. I'd make you take all the regrets though, eh.

[leans into the pets and affection]

I'd take every one of them. I'm a big guy. I can handle it. I won't even let you have any.

[He laughs.] The hell kind of answer is that? You're supposed to scold me for being selfish.

Aye, but selfish is a good look on you. [He twisted around to cross his arms over the bed and rest his chin on them]

After all, if pirates couldn't be just as selfish as they wanted, what's the point?

Hai, hai.

You spoil me too much, you know. What will you do if I come to expect it?

Surpass your expectations. [do you have any idea...? He can never tell. And maybe you don't... But it doesn't matter.] Let me get you everything you ever wanted.

[Marco's blushing. Either his acting is AMAZING and flawless, or he's thinking weird things.]

I'll hold you to that bastard. [A small laugh and he ruefully shakes his head.] Mah, but you always do.

Aww, sweetpea, you're so cute when you blush. [pinches cheeks] But, aye aye [captain] Happy to service you. [grin] I mean, serve.

[BLUSHES MORE.]

I hate you sometimes. [Nah he doesn't.]

And here I was planning to seduce you. [he takes Marco's chin and moves in close] Do I still have a chance, sweetheart?

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