Let's All Go To The Movies

[fierybluebird]

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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[fierybluebird]

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.

[redcinemareel]

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?"

[fierybluebird]

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.

[redcinemareel]

"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."

[fierybluebird]

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.

[redcinemareel]

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

[fierybluebird]

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.

[redcinemareel]

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...

[fierybluebird]

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."

[redcinemareel]

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."

[fierybluebird]

"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.

[redcinemareel]

"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?"

[fierybluebird]

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.

[redcinemareel]

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."

[fierybluebird]

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.

[redcinemareel]

"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."

[fierybluebird]

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.

[redcinemareel]

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?"

[fierybluebird]

A small grunt in return, not wanting to go into the further complications involved with Teach. "I don't think they'll be so lucky as to wind up shinigami Grell," he muttered sadly, still toying with the hair with a deadpan face. "And I though I met one of them here, but now we're not even talking." A small shrug. He'd messed up, but he was trying not to dwell on it.

[redcinemareel]

"I've learned not to question things that I can't be sure of," Grell gave the other's hand a squeeze. "We come from so many different worlds and times. Maybe he isn't the right one?"

Grell perches himself in Marco's lap, because he wants to, and wraps his arms around a strong neck. "You're friends aren't gone though. Not completely."

[fierybluebird]

"Hm, suppose so," Marco glanced up Grell and then off to the side. "And they can't be gone as long I remember them, eh?" If the last month had taught him anything it was that he would keep carrying them with him wherever he went.

[redcinemareel]

Grell used a finger to guide Marco's chin over to him to gain back that eye contact, nodding with a smile. "Exactly."

[fierybluebird]

Marco gave him a wry grin in return and tickled Grell under the chin, "So tell me kitten, any memories you're carrying around in that beautiful red head of yours?"

[redcinemareel]

Grell leaned into the fingers with a smile before it faded quickly at the question. "From a long ago past. They're...mostly gone. No voices...no screams..." He was glad the nightmares were ebbing off, even thought they were obviously still around. He put on a smirk though before nuzzling Marco. "They won't stop me from getting beauty sleep, though~."

[fierybluebird]

"Ah, you might be stronger than me Grell," Marco nuzzled back in return. "I think I'm going to try relying on my natural charm for now. Me, I've still got the voices, and they aren't fading, just getting stronger." Despite the words, Marco's face and tone were as smooth as ever, as if he wasn't really as ruffled as anyone else would be. Superman always. He couldn't let a little thing like nightmares or lack of sleep wear him down.