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Let's All Go To The Movies

Who: Marco and Grell and anyone else who wants to join in/have a separate thread.
Where: In town, because Marco and Grell can both cheat to get there quickly and back XD
What: Watching a chocobo "movie" (or whatever you want to call it.) They might settle for a play, or races
Why: Because Marco's got nightmares and Grell is crazy.
Rating: Spoiler warnings for Marco just because, PROBABLY PG-13, I'll move up if something happens. (It's Grell and a pirate.)
OPEN! Just pop in and bring your own popcorn. Or steal some of Marco's. Whichever.

Really, to be fair, Marco didn't give a damn what Grell wore. He was a pirate after all. Half of the time, he just looked for excuses around campus to undo the buttons on his own shirt. And whether Grell was in the mood for skirts, pants, or a dress, it still didn't faze Marco. It was still going to be Grell underneath it all. The same cute red-head who'd just abruptly tried to kill him moments earlier and then in true kitten fashion was back to purring happily. Ah, romance on the high seas. Or the Garden. Whichever. "You ready?" the blond pirate asked hopefully for the tenth time.

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Grell was startled by the transformation and flailed a bit before holding on again, the wind whipping through red hair as they ground below began to disappear. Green eyes looked forward, heading for the sky littered with stars and a beautiful, full moon could be seen, shining in all it's glory.

"This is a lot better than hanging from a tail," Grell gave a light laugh as he turned his focus to the stars. The flames surrounding him were as warm as he remembered, which was a welcomed sensation as the air where he was got nippy.

Marco laughed in phoenix form, letting out a small cry of delight and picking up speed to soar even higher, just about starting to leaven the town behind them and riding on the warm air his own wings provided.

This was all quire thrilling for Grell as they soared higher. He looked below and saw that the town could have easily been mistaken for stars. It seemed like he was surrounded by it.

The gentle air ran itself through his hair, humming in content. Never would he have thought he'd ride a phoenix. He idly ran his hands through the blue flames, taking in what he saw. "I see why you would fly around often. It's simply breathtaking here." Looks to his firebird with a curious smile. "Does anyone else know about your night flights?

It was then that phoenix realized he probably should have mentioned earlier that he couldn't talk in full phoenix except in bird and since most people didn't speak avian...

"Croo," he nodded his head on the long, almost girly neck, slightly before tilting it to the side.. Only Ace might have really suspected. Leanne might know about it, she at least was the only other person to know about his other form.

"I don't feel so special anymore," Grell grinned. Of course he was teasing though. He gave the neck gentle strokes. "Can't talk in this form, hm~? I'll just settle for yes and no questions then."

If only he had a camera, he could take photographic memories of this. He's have to settle for jotting down all these details into his diary later.

"It must be nice being up here often--" A gust of wind made his dress flutter up slightly, showing off too much leg for this ride before planting it down again with a huff. "Only in pants though.."

Most of Marco's sex drive was dimmed as a bird, just like some of his emotions, but he leered back at the flashed leg anyway with a cocky little smirk and a quiet trill of delight. He nodded his head again, it was impossible to really talk like this, one of the reasons he reserved it for rare occasions. That, and it was always fun to catch people by surprise. Or just save the element of surprise for in case he really needed it.

He sped up the flight a little, just to irk Grell making it harder to keep the dress completely down.

Grell felt a jerk in speed and all his efforts in keeping the dress down were null and void. The wind felt particularly nice through his hair, but having his dress always up was undignified!

"H-Hey! Why are we going so fast?" It was hard to hold on and keep the dress down!

A small bird laugh and Marco slowed down, coasting at an easy-going leisurely speed now that he'd successfully irked the red-head. He swooped down closer to the ocean and carefully avoided getting too close to the surface, fighting sea monsters with someone on his back was annoying, even if they weren't nearly as strong as seakings.

As they slowed down, and hearing that bird like sound similar to delight, Grell could see that Marco was just doing that for kicks. He gave him a look before noticing that they were close to the ocean.

The waters weren't completely still, but a reflection could be seen on it. Clear enough for Grell to realize his hair was a bit tousled. As he fixed the tangles with combing his fingers through is hair, he got to see the blue phoenix a bit better. The stars could also be seen behind them. It was a majestic sight.

"Can you fly all night?"

Well, Marco had endurance to spare. All night with someone on his back might be a bit tiring, especially given his current lack of sleep, but if Marco took it easy he probably could. He wasn't sure how to answer however, so he swirled around in a circle and kept going.

"I'll take that as a 'yes'...and 'no'." Really, Marco was already hard to read in human form, let along as a bird. He chuckled softly anyway, patting the neck. "Either way, you get to enjoy all of this."

Marco nodded and tweeted softly, leaning his neck into the hand happily. "Almost every night," he whistled softly in phoenix. Thanks to his disciplinary committee rounds he almost had good reason to be out late. Somewhat.

Grell tilted his head to the side, not understanding, but continued petting anyway with a smile. "I wish I knew what you were saying~."

A small sigh and Marco leaned into the hand, silently closing his eyes and secretly fighting back tears. He'd only ever known one person who could understand phoenix and he was gone now. Marco momentarily let out a sad mournful cry before speeding up the flight to lose the memory in a rush of wind, the tears squeezing out and trickling past.

He didn't like that sound. So similar to those wretched whores he killed, how they screamed for the merciless torture to end. Such a sound coming from Marco felt strangely...unsettling. Grell wasn't used to such a sensation. He wasn't used to caring about another's feelings.

What should he do?

In his moment of warring with his mind, he felt that jerk again as they sped up, and...felt some rain? But the sky was clear. Grell looked over and tried to get a peek of the phoenix but it was difficult to do. Could that have been...

Grell wrapped both arms around the neck, those flames flickering against his face. He wasn't sure what to do at this point. Maybe when they were on the ground, and using the same language...

The tighter hug made Marco feel a little better and he mumbled a grateful croon and swerved to the right to start heading back down towards the Garden to land on a rooftop. He set Grell down gently before changing back to human. "Hope you don't mind the roof, eh?" Marco deadpanned, face expressionless once more. "Better for star-gazing."

That was a better sound than before.

Grell landed gracefully on the rooftop, seeing Marco transform back to himself, his face as stoic as ever. '...he seems fine...' Grell wasn't one for giving out therapy, and Marco seemed as if the issue was his alone, so he left it for another time.

"Of course not, but..." Green eyes turned to those stars that seemed so far away now, reaching a hand up as if trying to touch them. "It won't be as beautiful from so far."

"Heh," Marco grinned and sat down cross-legged before laying back. "But when you're flying you can't trace the constellations. From the sky it just feels like they're swirling all around you." He inched over and took Grell's hand to trace out various star clusters.

"I never thought of it like that," Grell sat as well, legs bent to the side. It was interesting to feel those clusters traced on his hand, especially since he knew what they were. "Apollo...Orion...Pegasus..." He just listed them off as Marco finished one after another, before giggling at the last. "Phoenix."

Grell looked to the other before sighing softly with a wry smile. "You're okay, right?"

Marco wasn't sure what to say at first. The constellations weren't anything like he remembered from home, which made sense being in a different world, but it just reminded him how far from his crew and the people he was supposed to protect he really was. Even now, with a second chance, he couldn't do much to help Ace other than watch over.

"Fine," he lied dryly, ignoring the dark nightmares and recurring nightly reminder he couldn't talk to Thatch or see Pops ever again. He turned to face Grell. "You?" It was so much easier to just worry about everyone else.

Grell merely gave him a look before threading their fingers together. "I'll be fine when you're telling me the truth." He couldn't help but smirk a bit though. "That wasn't rain up there."

The phoenix pirate started to grin easy-going to ward off more questions, but then let it slip and stared back at the sky. "I was just thinking about one of my friends. Well, two of them really." He was half tempted to create some elaborate story about the two friends running away together and leaving Marco behind, but his heart wasn't in it to joke like that about Thatch or Ace yet.

"It must be nice to have friends, even if they aren't here right now," Grell smiled at Marco's sentiment and looked to the landscape in the distance. "You're a good friend to think of them, even with distractions such as myself."

Marco grinned and moved over to lean on Grell, brushing back the wild red hair and teasingly kissing a lock. "Don't worry kitten, you're a very big distraction." He toyed with the hair a little more and decided what the hell, Grell had been nice enough to tell him what his nightmares were about, it wouldn't hurt to give a little away. "And it isn't just that they aren't here, they died, and it's my duty to avenge them." He twirled the hair around a finger before gently holding it up to kiss it again.

There was a grin upon Grell's face at the attention. It could have been bashful, or coy, but it all made his skin tingle. "I was starting to worry I had lost my touch." He leaned in and gave the other an appreciative, short kiss.

Grell did raise an eyebrow about hearing about the deaths of Marco's friends. "Death isn't the final stage for people. It opens new doors. But I completely agree on avenging them." Just thinking about bathing the scene crimson made him bouncy. "What's a little more blood shed for the sake of friendship?"

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