witchesreign | BBS/Action (current day)

[Don't sing him that kind of song and say it's about him, damn mooshy phoenix. What is he supposed to do with it except choke back the swell of entirely manly sentiment that's become lodged in his throat.]

Well I'm here now. [a little tail tug] So sing happier songs, aye?

[and in the meantime, he'd make sure that, in the least, Marco wasn't lonely]

[Yes. That is what he's supposed to do.]

Aye. [More tail swishes!]

Okay! This one's about Grell! [Don't you feel honored?]

She's kind of like a rose
She'll cut you on your thumb
She'll kick you when you're low
And fuck you when she's done
The bitch is like a rose
And let me tell you son
That every time you think you've got control
Sh-sh-she got it

Maybe I'm a victim of infatuation
You know that hot-blooded girl's got my inspiration
Yeah it doesn't really matter that she isn't 21
Coz she's always backstage when the band gets done
Everybody thinks I'm crazy, but they don't even know

She's kinda like a rose
She'll cut you on the your thumb
She'll kick you when you're low
And fuck you when she's done
The bitch is like a rose
And let me tell you son
That every time you think you've got control
Sh-sh-she got it

She got jagged edges and a dirty mouth
(What a lady)
She got everything that I don't wanna live without
She's kinda like a rose
She's kinda like a rose

She's kinda like a rose
And you might wanna run
Coz even when she's cold
She's burnin like the sun
The bitch is like a rose
And smokin like a gun
Don't care if you don't like her
I love her
I love her
She's kinda like a rose

[He laughs.]

You've got it bad, matey. [So bad. And not badly, either. Granted he wasn't as into the hurt you, hurt me scene as Sparks and Marco were, but a little bit of domination could go a long damn way]

Now I want to send her roses. Ah damn, but that would be weird, wouldn't it? Tell me not to flirt excessively with your wife, sweetheart. [because despite his own--well--confusion regarding Grell and the fact that he still wasn't sure where she stood in terms of himself-- It was just that tempting to walk on the edge of the fire]

She's very fond of roses though. [A birdie headtilt.] Especially red ones.

[SADLY. This isn't even Marco trying to lure a threesome or something insane, this is just Marco genuinely hoping his wife and bff bro get along well. :|]

Besides I already know you could only go so far with her. You're skittish as a robin sometimes. You sing the song right, but wooing hawks isn't your thing. We're still in the same nest though, so try to get along. [Nod!]

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Listen, you, I could woo any woman I wanted to. I could even woo a damn wasp and her hive. Don't challenge me or I'll be forced to rise to it. After all-- [he rubs his chin] There is always regen. Or barrier.

And you don't pick a rose without being prepared to be cut up. [or date a chainsaw for that matter]

[Marco thinks this over. Part of him wants to argue it. Grell wouldn't be so easily stolen, Thatch wasn't Grell's type because Grell wasn't just violent, she was also secretly sweet and tender and someone like Thatch with all experience and all incapacity to stay would be a negative thing. But Marco truly believed Thatch could steal anyone, and that he was indeed everyone's type. His eyes narrow.]

I don't just regenerate, yoi.

[Another head tilt. Was he testing him? To see how possessive of Grell Marco could be? It didn't count with Thatch though. Marco would merrily kill anyone else, but he'd never be able to bring himself to kill Thatch. He'd be more happy giving his brother his life than ever have the capacity to take it from him.]

[Marco was about to explain that of the two of them Grell was not actually the more sadistic of them, but surely Thatch had to realize that. Of course even Marco had limits, things he didn't want to do to someone he loved so much and his brain temporarily got distracted with the mental image of Grell and Thatch getting into a fightsex relationship. Weird.]

[Quick as lightning, he grabbed Thatch by a handful of hair down to the roots and tugged him so he could growl in his ear.]

If you think to touch my red tiger, you'd better be prepared for the ride of your life, because you'll only come out of that experience a changed man. [His eyes narrowed and Marco snorted in amusement, lightly shoving his younger brother away. If Thatch wanted to take that as a challenge, so be it. Marco would just have to ask Grell to go easy on the man. Or maybe he wouldn't. He really was the sadist of the two of them.]

[his heart jerked at the pull, and for just a moment-- He distracted himself by the pain still throbbing in his head]

Fine! I'll leave her alone. Shit, man. That hurt!

[and he knows he can't take it. Not really. It's fine for a joke, and even for some fun, but this isn't a joke and Marco's voice echoes like brittle ice snapping in his brain and it was all he could do not to elbow him in the gut.]

[Smirks softly, but then he laughs and gently hugs Thatch to kiss it better.]

How does a guy like you have so many scars, eh? Angry husbands?

[yeah. No. it's not as easy as that, thank you so damn much. He smiles though, knowing that Marco can likely feel the tension, but not being able to do a damn thing about it]

I run fast.

Really? I seem to remember a plucky young guy Pops and I had to pick up and carry away while he kept screaming, "I STAY 'TILL THEY'RE DOWN."

[He loves you bro.]

Heh. [where'd that guy go anyway? The brave reckless one who loved the ladies and wasn't a hopeless, bitter wreck?] Anyway, sweetheart, I have classes to prepare for.

[His eyes narrow! Marco would say that guy is right here in front of him, letting days and absence get him down.]

Uh-uh. Ye're not getting off that easily, mate. Since when do I start accidentally depressing you?

Who says you are? Anyway, I'm busy.

Liar.

[Tackles with loves and tugs on those cheeks.] Talk to me you hair-covered bastard.

Beeh [he sticks out his tongue] It's nothing, you pineapple bastard.

Skyscraper hair. [Tug tug tug.]

Sparkly chicken. [and he'll start tugging on Marco's cheeks now to see how he likes it]

Chicken legs. [So they are now just a pair of grown men out in the quad, semi-wrestling and tugging each other's cheeks. The most legit.]

You're one to talk. [suck it, he does what he wants] At least I can grow a beard. What do you call that? Chicken scratch?

It's called growing enough scruff to accentuate my jaw without making me look like I'm trying to steal Lucifer's look. [Tugs Thatch's goatee.] Seriously, where the hell did you get this design? The magazine for Impel Down's monthly fashion statements?

Yes it was from the Warden Calendar. January's was particularly compelling.

Oh really? Men in tights?

Men in nothing usually. [wait, why was he thinking of this? What were they fighting about even? He tugs at Marco's cheek again]

You know usually when I have my fingers this close to your mouth its for an entirely different reason.

[Nope, that sure doesn't make him think dirty things, damn it.]

[Except that it totally does of course...]

[No no no! You cannot turn him into your freaking uke whenever you want! DAMN YOU.]

Just how long has it been? [For you. With anyone else. Is he depressing you again?]

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