#･ﾟ ✖ verse : we will be reborn ( marco ; postskip. )

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@sunbcrned​ ;

❛❛  —Of course I'm jealous, Marco!  ❜❜ Tomoe exclaims all too suddenly when jokingly accused of it. She's looking him dead in the eyes, visibly upset—pouting, even.  ❛❛  as charming and handsome as you are, it's no wonder they are always magically getting sick and making appointments to see the doctor all the time!  ❜❜ referring to his patients of the more... feminine shaped. One in particular never went unnoticed under his lady's sharp gaze.  ❛❛  they don't call it women's intuition for nothing, you know... And mine is hardly ever wrong.  ❜❜  she turns away with both arms crossed tightly against her chest. she was practically surrounded by an aura of flames at this point.

         ONE  WOULD  THINK,  by  now  the  phoenix  would  have  grown  accustomed  to  his  lady  love’s  honesty  but  still  her  words  confessing,  all  too  sincerely,  of  her  jealousy  still  manage  to  catch  him  off  guard,  in  a  good  way,  as  he  would  have  to  bite  back  the  grin  threatening  to  slip  upon  plump  lips  

         —  but  who  could  blame  Marco  really?  Any  man  would  feel  proud  to  hear  the  woman  of  his  dreams  proclaim  him  charming  and  handsome  in  one  breath,  despite  how  infuriated  she,  herself,  may  seem  about  such.  

         Tomoe  turns  away  with  a  fire  perhaps  even  brighter  than  his  own,  but  the  phoenix  isn’t  one  to  fear  the  burn  or  the  flames,  hence  despite  her  attempt  to  walk  away,  his  strong  arms  reach  out  for  her,  pulling  her  right  back  into  his  hold  in  a  swift  and  reassuring  manner.  

         ❝And  just  where  do  you  think  you’re  going,  baby  girl-yoi?❞  he  asks  softly,  the  smile  upon  his  lips  both  playful  and  fond  alike.  ❝If  I  am,  as  charming  and  handsome  as  you  say,  then  surely,  you  can  not  leave  me  here  unattended-yoi?❞

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@muselexum​ "I'm a bird too!" Birdie flaps her arms like wings, skipping around Marco in circles.

         SHE  SKIPS  around  him  and  he  can’t  contain  the  wide  grin  upon  his  lips;  truly  children  were  one  of  the  phoenix’s  biggest  weaknesses  and  this  one  is  simply  too  adorable.

         ❝Is  that  so?❞  he  asks  with  a  light  laugh,  kneeling  down  so  he  is  on  eye  level  with  her.  ❝What  kind  of  bird  are  you  then?  It  must  be  a  very  cute  one-yoi~❞

[lunalyt]

         ANONYMOUS ;  ——— [  IF YOU WANT ANONS ; always accepting ] 

( marco ) would you give your life to see your crew and family happy even if it meant bringing them sorrow?

         IT  WILL  BRING  THEM  SORROW  yet  they  will  be  happy  —  what  a  cruel  price  to  pay,  must  they  feel  sorrow  in  order  to  finally  find  happiness?  Yet,  he  will  still  pay  it  in  a  heartbeat  as  the  choice  can  not  be  more  clear  as  day  to  the  phoenix  who  has  always  put  his  family  before  any  personal  affairs.  

         If  he  can  have  it  his  way,  he  would  wish  for  them  to  have  happiness  without  so  much  as  any  sorrow,  but  he’s  not  naïve  enough  to  believe  they  will  not  mourn  his  absence.  He  has  spent  far  too  long  among  them  to  be  easily  forgotten  and  he  knows  they  love  him,  as  much  as  he  does  them  —  each  in  their  own  unique  ways.  

         His  mind  drifts  to  think  of  his  many  loved  ones,  memories  playing  before  ocean  hues  like  a  movie  reel  —  cooking  with  Thatch  after  many  requests  of  his  brother  to  join  him  in  the  kitchen,  his  ever  so  brave  little  brother  Ace  reminding  him  how  young  he  truly  is  when  he  trusts  him  to  seek  his  advice,  his  sweet  little  sisters  too  —  innocent  affection  as  he  ruffles  Akane’s  scarlet  hair  and  teaches  Rosa  how  to  fly  higher  among  the  clouds,  Celes  tugging  on  his  arm  as  she  finally  lets  him  in,  his  old  friend  Maiilys  teasing  him  as  they  talk  over  science  and  of  course,  so  many  others  too,  and  finally,  his  beautiful  lady  love,  Tomoe  —

         she  is  his  first  and  his  last  thought,  flashing  as  bright  as  her  crimson  eyes  in  his  mind.  It  would  be  easier  to  list  the  things  he  won’t  miss  about  her  than  what  he  will  —  as  the  list  amounts  to  zero.  He  thinks  of  their  little  moments,  morning  kisses  and  afternoon  cuddles,  her  tender  digits  through  his  hair  calming  him  even  amidst  the  stormiest  weather,  the  sweet  nothings  she  whispers  and  the  way  she  clings  to  him,  porcelain  digits  removing  a  pair  of  glasses  from  ocean  hues  to  request  he  join  her  in  bed,  every  night  without  fail  and  when  has  he  ever  been  able  to  say  no?  

         Her  love,  prompts  hesitance  in  what  will  have  otherwise  been  a  sure  answer  and  anxiously,  Marco  fiddles  with  the  ring  around  his  finger,  gaze  of  ocean  hues  distant  and  lost  in  thought.  

         It  breaks  his  heart  to  even  consider  leaving  her  alone  after  all  they  have  suffered  through  to  finally  be  together,  but  if  it’s  for  their  happiness  —  she  will  understand,  won’t  she?  She,  who  has  loved  this  family  and  always  put  them  first  too.  

         ❝In  a  heartbeat-yoi..❞  he  finally  answers  and  despite  the  resolve  in  his  voice,  tears  stream  down  his  face.  

         He  turns  to  the  sky  then  —  seeking  any  form  of  solace  from  the  one  person  who  can  give  it  now,  the  very  first  person  to  ever  reach  out  his  hand  to  him.  ❝Pops..  I  will  be  there  soon  —  please,  wait  for  me-yoi..❞  if  anything  can  make  letting  go  easier,  it  is  knowing  his  father  is  waiting  for  him,  on  the  other  side.

[lunalyt]

@sunbcrned​​ ; baby girl

tugs on the hand that threatened to slip out of bed. ❛❛  ........mm-not yet.....  ❜❜ a sleepy moan. it's a winter morning and selfishly she desired the warmth of her phoenix.

         THE  GENTLE  TUG  OF  HIS  LADY  is  more  than  enough  to  have  the  phoenix  rolling  back  in  bed,  any  plans  to  greet  another  productive  day  instantly  forgotten  the  moment  her  request  is  voiced  —  truly,  she  has  him  wrapped  around  her  little  finger.

         ❝Hmm,  it’s  not  like  you  to  be  so  lazy  in  the  morning-yoi~❞  he  dares  tease  the  beauty  a  little,  knowing  she’s  often  the  first  to  rise  among  them,  however  despite  his  words,  he  wastes  little  to  no  time  in  pulling  her  curvaceous  frame  tight  against  his  bare  chest.  ❝I  got  you,  baby-yoi❞

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@breezecall​ ; 

"Someone's got himself a little admirer..." (/ maiilys @ marco~ )

         MAIILYS  IS  ONE  OF  THE  VERY  FEW  who  can  get  away  with  teasing  the  former  first  division  commander;  knowing  someone  for  well  over  a  decade  or  two  can  have  that  effect,  and  while  usually  such  remarks  are  met  with  either  denial  or  completely  dismissing  the  slightest  notion  of  romance,  things  have  drastically  changed  since  he  wore  the  ring  on  his  finger.  

         His  reaction  instead  is  a  laugh,  indicating  to  his  friend  just  how  happy  he  truly  is  about  the  current  situation  she  teases  him  of.  The  wide  grin  to  follow  and  response  only  adds  on  to  that.

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         ❝I  think  we’re  a  little  past  that  point  now  —❞  and  though  it  all  still  feels  so  surreal  to  him,  the  little  admirer  she  speaks  of  has  already  been  promoted  to  fiancée.  ❝She  loves  me-yoi❞  he  declares  all  too  proudly.  ❝We’re  getting  married,  you  know  —  I  expect  you  to  be  there-yoi❞

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@sunbcrned​​ ; tomoe

the azure fireplace only adds color to curvaceous porcelain inside a silk robe of red that now kneels before the doctor she had seated upon the couch after yet another tiring work day. for once, rather than suffocate with buttons, she is quick to undo the rest of his shirt; a sense of freedom she grants after once learning long ago it was all too important to her phoenix.

Cherry lips claim the crook of his neck whilst manicured digits roam his chest freely. there are moments of passion between their hungry lips before there is an accidental linger of her hand far below his stomach. And what had briefly rested in place, immediately retreats in mere embarrassment once realization hits.

( marmoe )

         CURVACEOUS  PORCCELAIN  EVER  SO  ALLURING  in  the  azure  glow  of  the  room  presents  itself  before  the  phoenix,  and  even  with  the  silk  robe  of  red  covering  her,  his  beautiful  flower  manages  to  take  his  breath  away.  Buttons  so  quickly  she ��undoes  and  a  smirk  paints  his  lips,  pleased  by  his  love’s  display  of  desire  today  and  he  melts  beneath  her  touch,  relaxing  as  she  roams  a  muscled  set  of  abs  freely.  

         Their  lips  meet,  passionately  and  he  can’t  resist  pulling  her  closer  and  closer  against  himself,  craving  to  close  the  infinitesimal  space  between  them.  His  digits  ever  so  attentive  trace  along  her  smooth  thigh,  tenderly  at  first  but  then  grip  more  fiercely  to  hook  it  around  his  own  figure  once  the  moment  grows  more  heated.

         The  phoenix  is  all  too  aware  of  the  lingering  touch  below  his  stomach,  one  he  doesn’t  realize  is  merely  accidental  and  hence  prompts  a  hitch  in  his  breath  in  anticipation  as  his  lady  love  grows  bolder  with  every  passing  day  —  but  then  she  retreats  and  he  lets  out  a  breath  he  doesn’t  realize  he’s  been  holding,  albeit  feels  too  cold  now  deprived  of  the  warmth  of  her  touch.

         Ocean  hues  take  a  moment  to  study  his  love,  notice  the  shy  embarrassment  he’s  learned  to  recognize  all  too  well  before  taking  the  now  retreated  hand  into  his  own.  He  guides  her  touch  along  his  own  skin  and  back  to  where  it  lingered  before,  slowly  and  gently  so  as  to  give  her  room  to  retreat  again  if  she  doesn’t  like  it,  while  his  own  gaze  and  actions  let  it  be  known  he  craves  her  affection.  

         ❝You  don’t  have  to  pull  away-yoi..❞  he  reassures  her.  ❝I’m  yours,  baby  girl-yoi  —❞  and  just  as  he  vows  himself  to  her,  there’s  no  denying  she  also  is  his,  hence  the  daring  touch  now  tugging  at  the  belt  holding  her  robe  together.  His  gaze  intense  as  it  meets  hers,  full  of  love  and  lust  alike  for  the  beauty.  

         He  pauses,  seemingly  silently  asking  permission  but  is  merely  teasing  her  as  he  anticipates  seeing  her  try  to  take  further  initiative.  

[lunalyt]

        ANONYMOUS ;  ——— [  IF YOU WANT ANONS ; always accepting ]

( marco ) when are you making celes become an actual pirate?  ;  @astherea​

         A  BIT  OF  A  SMILE  COATS  THE  VISAGE  of  the  phoenix  at  the  query  indicating  it  is  simply  a  matter  of  time  before  she  does  become  a  pirate;  in  truth,  he  himself  isn’t  certain  if  that  is  the  path  the  young  star  seeks  and  he  isn’t  interested  in  taking  away  her  choice.

         In  truth,  the  phoenix  will  have  loved  to  see  her  wear  his  father’s  insignia,  officially  showing  the  world  she  is  one  of  their  family  —  and  he  may  have  been  more  persistent  about  it  too,  had  his  father  still  reigned  among  them,  but  such  does  not  seem  as  necessary  anymore.  

         ❝  Whenever  she’s  ready  —  ❞  he  begins,  indicating  he  himself  has  no  objection  to  it,  but  he  clarifies  further.  ❝  If  that  is  what  she  truly  wants-yoi  —  but  pirate  or  not,  Celes  is  still  and  always  will  be,  family-yoi  ❞  and  he’s  never  been  one  to  truly  care  for  labels  —  wasn’t  being  a  pirate  all  about  freedom,  after  all?  

[lunalyt]

@breezecall​ -frowns- "Painstakingly cute, unfortunately." (/ maiilys @ marco; she cannot help but agree )

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         ❝You  changing  your  mind  so  quickly-yoi?❞  he  can’t  help  but  tease,  though  assumes  the  statement  is  actually  about  his  lady  love  than  himself,  so  is  quick  to  add.  ❝Isn’t  she-yoi?  —  and  she’s  mine~❞

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@sunbcrned​ ; tomoe

tomoe agrees with him tbh

her baby is still cute uwu

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         ❝You  think  so?❞  A  vivid  coloring  of  the  old  man’s  cheeks  and  a  wide  grin  to  match  his  happy  expression  —  if  she  thinks  so,  that’s  all  that  counts  but  when  she’s  so  sweet,  he  can’t  help  take  her  in  his  arms.  ❝Not  as  cute  as  my  baby  girl-yoi~❞

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@sunbcrned​​

tomoe vc: i love yoU

         THREE  WORDS  CONFIRMING  what  he  has  so  confidently  declared,  prompt  his  smile  to  only  widen  and  he  can’t  help  but  pull  her  into  his  loving  embrace.  ❝I  can’t  wait  to  marry  you,  baby-yoi~❞

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@sunbcrned​​  ;  ——— [  Send my muse questions they can only answer with “yes” or “no”  /  ACCEPTING  ] 

@ marco, do you believe luffy will become the pirate king?

         THE  POTENTIAL  HIS  OLD  MAN  recognized  two  years  ago  during  the  summit  war,  the  very  same  fire  their  own  second  division  commander  gave  his  life  up  to  protect  —  Marco  too  held  the  Strawhat  pirate  in  high  regards  and  had  no  doubt,  it  was  only  a  matter  of  time  before  the  rest  of  the  world  saw  it  too.  

         A  wide  grin  at  the  mere  mention  of  Luffy  is  already  answer  to  what  the  phoenix  thinks  but  he  wastes  no  time  in  confirming  confidently  anyway.  ❝Yes-yoi❞

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@dutycall​ ; A book on the history of medicine was left behind in the Phoenix's immediate working space; a birthday gift, one Maiilys hoped Marco would come to enjoy. It was nothing special, really... nothing too important to pass on to him in person. Besides, that would only make things awkward. The little blue ribbon wrapped around the tome should have been enough of a hint as to the book's sudden appearance... right? (/ happy bday from maiilys~ )

         A  RIBBON  OF  BLUE  wraps  the  new  book  found  atop  his  desk  this  morning,  one  he’s  certain  hasn’t  been  there  prior  as  even  if  not  for  the  very  obvious  ribbon,  the  phoenix  is  quite  all  too  familiar  with  what  books  he’s  got  around,  despite  how  the  clutter  may  sometimes  indicate  otherwise.  

         It  is  in  the  title  of  the  book  and  the  fact  it  was  left  in  wait  rather  than  personally  handed  that  Marco  seems  to  find  clues  revealing  the  suspect  —  it  is  just  like  his  old  friend  to  avoid  such  interactions,  but  it  is  also  just  like  her  to  be  so  thoughtful,  even  if  she  won’t  acknowledge  such  herself.  Her  heart  is  in  the  right  place  and  it  definitely  draws  a  wide  smile  to  his  lips.

         The  ribbon  undone,  pages  of  the  new  book  are  slowly  skimmed  through  a  little  —  he  will  undoubtedly  wear  it  down  later  but  at  the  moment,  it  still  has  that  sacred  new  book  feel  prompting  him  to  be  quite  careful  with  it.  

         He  will  be  sure  to  thank  her  for  it  and  knows  no  better  way  to  do  so  for  her  than  to  ensure  he  reads  it  as  soon  as  possible,  so  they  can  have  something  new  and  intellectual  to  discuss  next  time  their  paths  cross.  

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          MORE  OFTEN  THAN  NOT  DID  SHE  FEEL  LONESOME  without  the  intimate  touch  of  her  beloved.  If  by  chance,  even  a  week  or  so  happens  to  pass  without  her  phoenix  initiating  passionate  expressions  of  love,  his  lotus  becomes  quite  antsy  with  quiet  longing  and  insecurity;  quite  anxious  as  she  feels  both  separated  and  undesired.  They  hadn’t  been  intimate  for  very  long,  thus  she  was  not  yet  used  to  expressing  any  such  desire  as  she  was  still  very  much  new  to  it.  Herself  feeling  far  too  embarrassed  to  initiate  such  so  openly  without  his  lead,  rather  preferring  Marco  to  intuitively  pick  up  on  such  cues,  if  not  do  so  on  his  own.

          He  hadn’t  tired  of  her  already,  had  he?  Had  he  already  become  bored  now  that  she’d  been  deflowered?  Though  entirely  unprompted,  Tomoe  would  fixate  on  such  questions  endlessly  due  to  her  own  insecurities.  She… Wasn’t  bad  at  the  act  too,  was  she?  ❛❛  Marco..  ❜❜  A  quiet  murmur  is  sounded  in  front  of  the  fireplace.  Although  the  wintery  blizzard  outside  couldn’t  so  much  as  reach  them  beneath  the  safety  of  their  shared  blanket  and  the  warmth  of  his  azure  flames –  still,  she  was  quivering  with  nerves  at  this  very  moment  –  And  who  could  blame  her?  Now  mustering  the  courage  to  convey  her  desire  for  only  him,  Tomoe  kneels  before  the  phoenix  with  the  glow  of  azure  behind  her.  Both  eyes  shyly  casting  to  one  side  whilst  she  slowly  undresses  herself  before  her  beloved,  allowing  traditional  garments  to  drop  to  the  floor.

          ❛❛  Do  you…  still  find  me  attractive?  ❜❜  Crimson  hues  then  bravely  return  to  greet  his  aqua  gaze  before  boldly  taking  his  hand  into  her  own,  guiding  amber  along  the  entirety  of  her  bare,  hourglass  figure.  She  pauses  as  he  slides  below  her  flat  stomach  before  returning  up  again,  allowing  his  palm  to  rest  upon  the  softness  of  her  chest  –  Maybe  then  he’d  feel  the  rapid  speed  of  her  heart.   ❛❛  We  haven’t…  in  a  while.  ❜❜  she  could  only  hope  he  could  fill  in  the  blanks  of  what  she  was  all  too  shy  to  voice.  ❛❛  And  I…  want  to  feel  you  again.  ❜❜

         THE  SAFETY  AND  WARMTH  OF  A  HOME  they  built  together,  and  his  lady  love  in  his  arms  —  nothing  can  ever  seem  more  perfect  to  the  phoenix  as  he  wouldn’t  trade  this  serenity  for  anything  in  the  world,  but  it  seems  opposed  to  his  idea  of  a  lazy  evening,  his  lotus  has  other  ideas  tonight.  

         A  soft  murmur  beckons  for  his  attention  and  his  reply  is  voiced  in  the  form  of  a  quiet  hum,  granting  her  his  full  attention,  however  as  a  weight  shifts  from  his  side  and  he  watches  her  kneel  before  him,  he  realizes  he  can  not  remain  idle  for  long,  rather  the  phoenix  is  but  captive  to  her  every  move,  left  with  no  choice  but  to  sit  upright.  

         Before  ocean  hues,  she  begins  to  undress,  revealing  of  bare  smooth  porcelain  before  him  in  all  her  allure  bathed  in  an  azure  glow  —  he  has  only  ever  known  his  lotus  to  be  shy  and  innocent  but  for  him,  she  displays  bold  actions  tonight  and  he  is  but  rendered  in  a  state  of  awe;  breath  hitched  in  anticipation  and  heart  skipping  a  beat  at  the  sight  he  can  never  tire  of.

         Her  query  is  what  snaps  him  from  his  daze,  realizing  all  too  soon  what  a  mistake  he  has  made,  leaving  his  beautiful  flower  untouched  for  oh,  too  long  —  it  never  occurred  to  him  prior  she  too  would  feel  lonely  without  his  touch  but  before  he  can  answer,  she  guides  him,  giving  him  access  to  what  he  knew  no  other  ever  has  before,  but  his  girl  is  a  tease,  halting  upon  her  stomach  just  before  the  gift  he  desires  most  —  or  maybe  she  is  simply  far  too  innocent;  whichever  of  the  two,  she  is  definitely  succeeding  in  driving  her  phoenix  absolutely  insane  with  desire  for  only  her  love  and  touch.

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         ❝Oh,  baby  girl…❞  he  speaks,  voice  full  of  utter  longing.  ❝Come  here-yoi❞  the  hand  not  holding  her  heart  in  his  palm  encircles  her  slim  waist,  guiding  the  rest  of  her  onto  his  lap,  then  he  kisses  her  deeply  as  proof  of  his  undying  love  for  her.  He  pauses,  only  letting  go  to  slowly  discard  of  his  already  unbuttoned  shirt,  rolling  it  off  his  shoulders  and  tossing  it  aside.  

         He  mimics  her  own  action  then,  taking  her  hand  into  his  own  and  guiding  it  along  a  set  of  toned  muscles  until  finally  just  as  he  has  on  their  first  night  together,  places  his  own  heart  in  the  palm  of  her  hand  where  surely  she  can  feel  it  beating  for  only  her.  

         ❝Do  you  still  feel  it?  Can  you  feel  how  much  I  want  you-yoi?❞  he  whispers.  ❝Until  it  stops  beating,  that  will  never  change-yoi❞  but  that  still  isn’t  an  answer  to  her  question  and  he  is  determined  to  provide  her  with  one.  ❝You’re  so  attractive..  gorgeous…  beautiful..  irresistible❞  countless  praise  he  ensures  to  whisper  against  her  skin  in  between  kisses  he  embellishes  smooth  porcelain  with,  leaving  no  trail  unattended  by  his  love.  

         However,  his  lady  love  has  asked  to  feel  him  tonight,  taking  initiative  for  the  first  time  and  he  is  not  about  to  leave  her  wanting  any  longer,  not  when  he  is  so  touched  by  her  bravery  and  immensely  aching  for  her  too,  so  he  holds  her  tight  tonight  and  repeatedly  expresses  his  passion  through  intimate  touches  and  whispered  sweet  nothings,  until  both  are  but  an  intertwined  mess  glistening  in  the  afterglow  of  their  love.

         ❝I  missed  you  too-yoi❞  he  finally  admits  with  an  all  too  cheeky,  yet  slightly  flustered  smirk.

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@sunbcrned​ ; tomoe  baby girl ; 

it shouldn't have bothered her as much as it did, but she couldn't quite shake it off -- especially when her sweetheart hadn't been calling her by the usual pet name all day! had she perhaps accidentally done wrong by him without realizing it somehow? she couldn't recall anything specific at the moment...

" my name is.. a little too formal, isn't it? " a pout " call me something else.. " she mumbles much more quietly.

         TOO  FORMAL,  the  beauty  dubs  her  own  name,  drawing  the  attention  of  perplexed  ocean  hues  to  his  love,  the  pout  upon  crimson  lips  only  further  clueing  him  in  to  the  cause  of  her  distress.

         Something  else..  his  flower  requests  and  he  has  to  bite  back  a  chuckle  at  how  adorable  she  is  behaving.  ❝But  what  else  am  I  supposed  to  call  you  if  not  your  own  name-yoi?❞  he  teases  with  a  hint  of  smirk.  

         ❝Hmm,  love-yoi?❞  he  suggests,  unable  to  resist  pulling  her  into  his  arms  with  how  cute  she’s  being.  ❝Sweetie?  Honey?❞  he  continues  to  throw  suggestions.  Finally,  his  smile  softens  and  digits  tenderly  brush  of  silky  raven  before  he  gives  her  the  answer  he  assumes  she’s  searching  for  in  the  most  tender  voice.  

                  ❝My  beautiful  baby  girl-yoi~❞

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@xamassed​ There's a heavy thud against Marco's back. A pair of arms wrap around his waist, and a face was pressed against him. There was a voice, but it was small and muffled and hard to catch if he didn't pay attention. "Happy Birthday." Anita, for as rough as she could be, still cared for him enough to give him well wishes on his special day.

          A  THUD  AGAINST  HIS  BACK  FOLLOWED  BY  A  SWEET  EMBRACE  and  it  draws  a  soft  smile  to  the  phoenix’s  lips  —  despite  her  usually  loud  and  rough  demeanor,  Anita  always  seems  so  much  more  flustered  when  displaying  affection,  but  such  is  only  deemed  more  sweet  by  the  birthday  boy  who  thought  of  her  as  a  little  sister;  it  means  she  is  willing  to  try  and  go  out  of  her  comfort  zone  for  his  sake,  right?  

         His  arms  place  over  hers,  returning  her  hug  before  he  tilts  his  head  a  little  to  the  back  to  look  at  the  younger  girl  —  her  words  are  a  soft  mumble,  but  he  hears  the  message  loud  and  clear,  anyway.  ❝Thank  you,  little  cub-yoi~❞

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@sunbcrned​ ; tomoe

" marco..! " his name is followed by a painful sounding coughing fit; porcelain features entirely ablaze due to a high fever. a blanket is draped around her figure whilst rushing from the bedroom and to the doctor upon hearing of the door. " I-I overslept-- Sorry, i wasn't able to prepare dinner tonight.. "

         AS  OPPOSED  TO  THEIR  DAILY  ROUTINE  of  being  greeted  with  a  ‘welcome  home’  kiss  and  his  beautiful  lady’s  warm  embrace,  today  the  doctor  is  welcome  by  her  weakened  and  apologetic  state,  instantly  drawing  concern  within  ocean  hues.

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         He  closes  the  door  behind  him  and  steps  closer  to  the  sleeping  beauty;  determined  to  do  a  full  inspection  but  not  before  claiming  her  lips  for  his  rightful  welcome  home  kiss.  ❝You  never  have  to  apologize  to  me  over  that.  Not  ever-yoi❞  he  then  speaks  softly;  the  phoenix  never  once  feeling  entitled  to  Tomoe’s  care,  rather  everything  she  does  for  him,  he  deems  a  kindness  —  a  generosity  from  her  behalf  rather  than  anything  owed. 

         The  back  of  his  hand  rises  to  touch  his  love’s  forehead  and  his  softened  expression  darkens  with  worry  visible  in  the  lines  of  his  tired  features.  ❝You’re  burning  up,  baby...❞  

         He  fixes  the  blanket  draped  around  her  figure,  wrapping  her  up  like  a  burrito  before  swooping  her  in  his  arms.  ❝Come  on..  let’s  get  you  in  bed  —  you  need  to  rest,  don’t  worry  about  anything  else  tonight-yoi❞