Grell and Marco on a date lalala
Characters: Marco & Grell
Location: SECRET rooftop (ah the advantages to flying, am I right?)
Rating: Tentative PG-13 but it's Marco and Grell so R-warning early, if it happens, I'll bump up the security.
Open/Closed/Finished: CLOSED and unfinished
Summary: Marco takes Grell out on a rooftop date under starlight. Figure about a couple of weeks ago.
While Grell could teleport anywhere she wanted to, Marco was unable to resist the urge to sail the skies. Especially since he was capable of it. It was familiar, easy, soothing. He'd been away from home for half a year. Half a year without any of his brothers, the nakama that were supposed to be everything to him. At first, he'd been willing to treat it like a vacation. Less worry about keeping all the little idiots safe from the the world that wanted to hunt down the remaining scum pirates of the crew now that their captain, their father wasn't there to protect them. And it fell to Marco to keep them safe. All 1600 or so.
The skies were his freedom. Air currents, wind drafts, the warm air his own wings could procure in a pinch, all of it was Marco's domain to soar through. Flying in the night skies, he could pretend it was the Grand Line and he was just out scouting and protecting his family like he always did. As they reached their destination, Marco slowed down and circled to land where he'd set up the tables and food; lit with candles and thus easier to spot.
Location: SECRET rooftop (ah the advantages to flying, am I right?)
Rating: Tentative PG-13 but it's Marco and Grell so R-warning early, if it happens, I'll bump up the security.
Open/Closed/Finished: CLOSED and unfinished
Summary: Marco takes Grell out on a rooftop date under starlight. Figure about a couple of weeks ago.
While Grell could teleport anywhere she wanted to, Marco was unable to resist the urge to sail the skies. Especially since he was capable of it. It was familiar, easy, soothing. He'd been away from home for half a year. Half a year without any of his brothers, the nakama that were supposed to be everything to him. At first, he'd been willing to treat it like a vacation. Less worry about keeping all the little idiots safe from the the world that wanted to hunt down the remaining scum pirates of the crew now that their captain, their father wasn't there to protect them. And it fell to Marco to keep them safe. All 1600 or so.
The skies were his freedom. Air currents, wind drafts, the warm air his own wings could procure in a pinch, all of it was Marco's domain to soar through. Flying in the night skies, he could pretend it was the Grand Line and he was just out scouting and protecting his family like he always did. As they reached their destination, Marco slowed down and circled to land where he'd set up the tables and food; lit with candles and thus easier to spot.