concoursec | Settling In

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Settling In

Characters: Thatch and Marco
Location: Thatch's Room
Rating: PG-13 for cursing and bromance
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed
Summary: On the eve of the battle, Thatch finds some comfort with an old friend.

Thatch rested his arms on the back of the too small tub, and tilted his head back to blow a stream of smoke to the ceiling. Man, what a day. He hadn't expected to be tossed into a maelstrom the minute he stepped into Balamb-- and the battle wasn't even part of it. Well, battles never were. They came and went. You fought them, you lost some, you won some, you mourned, you celebrated.

Nakama, on the other hand. Marco on the other hand. Shit. He lifted the cigar to his mouth and took another draw of the precious rose scented tobacco. Rare in Trabia, but not Balamb, thank everything. Not that he was much of a smoker but he liked to indulge once in a while and he had been running out of indulgences.

He stretched and cursed as he stubbed his toe against the wall, kicking it in frustration. Damned tiny bathroom. Damned tiny everything. He needed to commission a new tub, a new bed and desk that he could actually fit under because everyone seemed to be in the size toothpick and under.

Not that he could complain, Namur was in a much smaller boat and had to share one besides. He closed his eyes and ran more hot water in the bath to stir up the lavender bubbles and relaxed again, leaning his head against the wall.

If he knew his Marco.

And he did.

The sparkly chicken would be here soon.

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"I hope you closed the door behind you this time, jerk." Though said fondly as he scratched under Marco's chin and ran a hand along his feathers. He took another draw on the cigar, blowing the smoke away from Marco before putting it out on the ashtray resting on the counter above.

"Coming in?"

Another chirp to signify yes on both accounts and Marco hopped into the limited space reserved on the top of Thatch's chest which also, thankfully, had only a bit of water.

"Nice cigar," he whistled in phoenix, "You really haven't changed a bit, eh? It's a relief." He fidgeted and rolled around a little until he was comfortably spread over Thatch's chest like a blanket and peering up at the man. "Maybe a little grayer," he didn't quite grin, but he was obviously teasing, his long tail even perked up in amusement.

"You shut up," Thatch said, dropping a clump of lavender bubbles on Marco's head.

"If it's grayer it's only because you pop up out of nowhere after five years and I get to hear your whole life story in five seconds."

Though he said it jovially enough because he really didn't mind all that much...and it was good to feel Marco's warm weight again and the shifting fire of his hair. He pet his head absently, curving a hand down the length of his neck and scritching the base of it.

"It's good, though. I'm glad you've found a family here. Must have been pretty hard with no one to look after, eh? But you kept it together." Better than Thatch had, in fact. But this was really a surprise to no one.

Another chirp of acknowledgement rather than objection, and Marco snuggled Thatch's neck happily. Whether it was a dream, or be something something just unfolded in the ripples of the universe, he was still really relieved to have his friend back for however long it would last.

"Sorry, eh," he apologized with more snuggles and enjoyed the bizarre flower mix of scents and safety and warmth Marco had come to associate with love and home. "I was never good at processing time and it's much worse here. I keep thinking I'll turn around and you'll be gone again." He nipped Thatch's ear very lightly with his beak in punishment. "I searched all over the world for everyone..." He trailed off and shivered, drops and water shook off and glittered from the phoenix sparkles and Marco puffed up and clung to Thatch a little harder. "Damn. Remember the first time you left alone on a mission for a month?"

Thatch felt a stab of something like--guilt? Worry? An emotion he couldn't quite classify so he just let it be. He had hidden away from the world, pretty much. After a while he had given up hope that any nakama would arrive. That he would be alone in this strange, distorted place.

He would have gone off into the wild unknown had Namur not anchored him to Trabia, and then when would he have met Marco? Perhaps never. Though no one would convince him that it was more to Marco's detriment than his, because wherever Marco went, people gathered around him.

"Don't worry, Feathers. I'm here and when I leave it's only because we're going home."

He wasn't entirely sure what would happen to Grell and Espio then. Would they come as well? Could they? Well that would be discovered when the time came. He lifted Marco's wing, inspecting it for any bent or otherwise damaged feathers. Not that there would be any but he enjoyed the process anyway.

"I remember. I was scared to shit. Didn't think I'd ever make it back even before I'd left." He chuckled. "I remember you and Pops watching me go."

Those were the only faces he remembered. The only ones he'd seen at the time as his boat sailed further and further from the Moby Dick. Though that didn't stop a certain glittering blue speck follow him for a few hours afterwards, trailing affection across the sky.

Marco gave a happy birdie sigh of relief and stretched his wings out broadly to wrap them around his brother in a huge hug. "I was scared too. No one could convince me it would be fine. Pops kept saying I had to trust you, but I slept on the deck every night and practically used my den den as a pillow." He laughed softly and nuzzled Thatch affectionately, yellow fiery feathers snuggled against the goatee.

"If I'd known you were here I would have come and got you and made you come with me. On adventures. Anywhere, eh? But I'm glad you're here now." Another feathery headbutt. "And you better not leave until I say it's okay, yoi!"

"Aye, aye, sir. "

He ran a hand over Marco's back and squeezed tight. He had no reason to go anywhere right now. Except home. Home. Back to the sea and the life he was meant to lead. He held Marco for a bit longer than tapped him.

"Now budge up, birdy," he said, holding out his arm so he could lift Marco up to his head." I want to scrub before I turn into a prune and then we can grab a beer or two."

Marco chirped again and flitted up to the back of the tub, most nestled around Thatch's shoulders. "This is why showers are better anyway," he pointed out critically and then laughed softly as a phoenix, "You just like the bubbles." He nuzzled into the top of Thatch's wet hair and used his beak to lay out strands like making a nest.

His tail flicked up and down, thinking to himself. He wanted to ask how Thatch was settling in, how he was handling the big changes to his life, more about what he'd done with Namur in Trabia, but at the same time, Marco didn't want to ask at all. Asking meant knowing, and knowing meant it could all be very bad indeed. "Are you happier now?" he gave a quizzical headtilt. He didn't know how to explain his concerns to Thatch, he never did, but he hoped Thatch would be able to get to the heart of the matter. Was Thatch actually happy, or more numb as he seemed to be. Numb was okay, but hurting and hiding it wasn't.

"Showers? For one thing, Feathers, it's not bubbles but a manly soak." An old joke. "For another." He reached up to grab Marco's beak and point it up.

"You see how close that damn ceiling is? Maybe you can shower but I'm going to crack my head on it if I'm going to do anything." Just stepping into the slightly elevated tub was putting at him a risk for a concussion.

He let Marco go and fished around for the soap, lathered it in his hands. He let Marco's chirp go for a second, washing the tattoo on his bicep first like he always did whether it needed washing or not.

"What kind of question is that?"

Marco tilted his head up and peered at the ceiling before nodding. "Aye. Pops got shrunk when he was here! It was weird, yoi!" He flicked his tail a few times and thought it all over.

"You didn't answer, so that means you're out of sorts." Marco leaned his head over Thatch's shoulder to give him a hug. "Anything I can do? Want to talk about it?"

"Nothing to be out of sorts about."

Except, oh, new nakama, miraculously sanctioned by Pops who was no longer here. Grell was fine, he could be affectionate with her for Marco's sake. Espio...was also fine. Sure. Fine. Hell he was nakama now so he should be just damn peachy. He was even pink.

So great, nakama. Fine. Brothers even. Regardless of the fact that they hadn't sailed with them or even really understood concept, who was he to naysay his captain or his first mate? Even if one of their 'nakama' couldn't even take the time to say a friendly word or two, but that was understandable because, hell, it wasn't as that guy knew them from a hole in the ground.

He pulled the plug and carefully stood.

"I'm going to turn on the shower so move if you don't want to get wet."

Marco hopped out and curled up on the rug on the floor. "Thatch..." But he gave the other man time to finish up and collect himself, even if it meant giving Thatch time to figure out a better masque.

He thought it over and switched back to human, a hand up to his face, where his wing had been over his head. "Did I tell you about my son?"

It would also be helpful if this damn shower head were detachable. Which it wasn't. Something else to requisition. At least it didn't wet his hair unless he wanted it to. He did his best to wash the suds off and blinked at Marco's question.

"Son? With Grell?" Forgive his surprise, brother, but he wasn't quite sure how Marco could even manage that one.

"Adopted, of course," Marco grinned. "Imagine an even younger Ace without any of the snarky rage or fire and you've got Toby. He lived in the wild, in basically a cave, and he just had animal friends. He was cursed so he had to be careful what he touched too. He was Espio's roommate and love, and he was the only reason Grell stopped wanting to kill everyone. He drew a picture of you for me. And one of Pops. Just from the descriptions of you! I still have them in my wallet."

Marco leaned against the wall and let out another sigh. "He was like like our glue. None of us have recovered losing him again. It's the fourth time, eh? His world is terrible to him too. He's so soft-hearted, he didn't want to learn to fight to even defend himself so we kept trying to show him how, to give him reason. I don't know how to get to his world to save him though." A sadder sigh and Marco bit his bottom lip. "Fuck. I wished you were here a thousand times. I still can't believe it, eh? Every time he'd come back, I'd do everything I could to try to figure out how to keep him here, keep him safe, keep him happy. Espio's universe was destroyed by a psycho and he couldn't stop it, Grell is a shinigami, so she can find her way back, but the one who needs it most, we can't rescue, eh?"

Marco shook a hand through his hair. "I wish I was as strong as you. I know what Pops says is true. That it's better this way. Still making new family even when we lose some, but fuck. Sometimes I don't know the point of it all. The people who mean the most to me are the ones I can't save at all, and I'm still such a coward, I only get close to the people I think will stay."

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Thatch listened as he finished rinsing off and stepped out to dry himself off, wrapping a towel around his waist before rubbing at his loose hair. He'd need to wash it soon. He was touched, but not terribly surprised. He'd never been one to kid himself how much he meant to people. In fact he always strode to make sure he knew. (miscalculated a little on that one, didn't we, matey?)

Strong as him. As if anyone was really strong at all, come to think of it. What really mattered was being vulnerable. Being able to hold on, let go, go on despite the wind and the waves kicking you in the teeth the entire way... and Marco was more weathered than any one of them. Because of his age. Because at the end of it all, he would stand alone. But nah, not alone.

He flipped the towel from his hair over his shoulder and wrapped an arm around Marco's shoulders, resting his chin on the man's head.

"Depends on what you mean by saving. Saving people from death? Nah, you can't do that. In fact, no one can. Maybe you can hold it off for a little while but everyone dies. Even phoenixes." No matter what Marco thought about it, Thatch knew it was the truth and Marco could stuff it.

"But you gave Toby a family." He grins and rubs his beard against Marco's scalp. "A pops. Nakama. You're giving Espio a family when he has shit and Grell someone she can hang around for a long time. Maybe you only get close to the people who need you the most, because if nothing else, you give them something worth living for... Anyone can die, sweetheart, but living well and happily? That's something to fight for."

Edited 2013-06-18 02:35 (UTC)

Marco leaned his head on Thatch's shoulder and let years of stress wash off him. He grinned slowly, put his hand on Thatch's that was holding him close and laughed softly. "You always know what to say, eh?" Not just what to say, but what the problem was, how to fix it, and how to part those gathering clouds so that Marco could see the light again. "That's why I missed you. Even more than Pops, believe it or not. You always know how to get through to people." Marco moved his free hand in a wiggly loop of a pattern as if to gesture the means Thatch knew how to connect the dots and connect to people.

"Come on," Marco rose to his feet, his hand still holding onto Thatch's and he turned to pull his best friend up. "Let's go flying, eh?"

"Quit it already, you're making me blush," he said lightly, giving Marco's shoulder a final squeeze. He let Marco help him up, giving him a look.

"Flying?" Right before a battle? Well it was important to Marco so he would but... "Fine but no loops or fancy things like that," he said, looking into the mirror as he combed his hair back and tied it tight.

"I'll need to wear a hat and I don't want it flying off. The humidity around here will kill my hair for tomorrow."

Marco laughed but nodded his head, looking fondly after his brother, "Agreed."

His stomach churned though at the sight of the scar on Thatch's back. Right from where Blackbeard stabbed him. He gulped, but kept his face smooth for now in case Thatch noticed him in the mirror, he glanced away and mumbled in phoenix, as his habit was whenever he didn't want to talk. Of course most people didn't know avian. "I don't know why it's a problem anyway, you always look good, eh."

Marco was not half as sneaky as he thought he was, especially someone who could read him like an open book. He pushed that aside and smirked a little at the words, hitching the towel back around his waist.

"There's a marked difference between good and perfection. Anyway, a Commander that looks put together inspires trust, especially when there's no basis for it." And those guys had to trust him implicitly if they didn't want to get mowed down and more than they were going to get already.

He patted Marco's cheek and then went into his room to change, shifting sideways to get in and nearly falling over the damn bed.

"I hate these rooms. Damnit. Would it kill them to have a larger size?"

"Gotcha," Marco followed along and shrugged. "You should see the one Grell and I share. I'm still surprised we managed to keep Lark hidden for so long. He was a chocobo. I finally had to convince Kitten that he'd be much happier out with other chocobo. We still have cats though. But that's a secret. Pets are completely illegal and I would never be caught dead breaking the law, eh." Perfect deadpan.

"You can't be caught dead anyway." He pulled on his pants and threw on a shirt, rubbing the mark on his neck before he thought to hell with it and forwent putting on a foulard.

"I could picture you with a chocobo. I bet you sat on the egg and everything." He found a flying with Marco hat that he'd picked up and never thought he'd use and jammed it on his head.

"Oi," Marco gave him a flat look, though it brightened a little at the hat and he stuck his tongue out. "They were already hatched by the time the Home Ec class was raising them, yoi."

He quickly tackled his brother in a hug, mostly just to prove he could still tackle him after all this time.

"You should see me in the gardens or training center though. All the birds know me. I adopted Rinoa as a baby sister too, and Squall -- the commander until he got demoted -- made her cry, so I sent a horde of birds after him and told him it was his shampoo. I'm still proud of that one, eh."

"You're adorable." He grabbed Marco's face and gave him a ~~bugs bunny~~ Ace style kiss to the forehead.

"Now are we going to fly or are you going to stand there tweeting at me all night?"

It had been a long long time...hell not since a little after Ace joined, probably, since that damn kid took everyone's attention like a firework going off. Not that Thatch hadn't enjoyed every moment of it. But he'd missed flying in the quiet night with just the stars and the sea and Mr. Blue and Sparkly.

"Oi," Marco deadpanned, "Don't kiss my forehead, if you're going to kiss me, do it right bastard," he smacked Thatch's ass and gestured to the window. "Think you can fit through that holding around my neck?"

"A forehead kiss is all you're going to get, damned horny toad and HA I can barely fit out the window with myself." He eyed it carefully. "I'm going to have to jump."

Which, frankly, sounded fun. Also, he refused to react that obvious ass slap because he saw Marco's swing and knew its trajectory. He wasn't a swordsman born yesterday and he hoped his phoenix brother felt a little bit of pain from his buns of adamantium.

Edited 2013-06-18 06:13 (UTC)

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