Somewhere I belong (Active/Closed But feel free to ask)
Characters: Portgas D. Ace, Machi Tobaye, Trucy Wright
Setting: Cricket Bedroom
Time: Day 17
Summary: Ace walks in on some canoodling.
Warnings: Ace's default language warning, also Machi.
Well that had been interesting. He’d found another letter, even if he hadn’t walked away with it, the girls, the photographs safely tucked inside his coat, the mangled toys, the hints of March and Lilia in the illegible paperwork. He’d folded a single sheet of that to be compared against Lilia’s hand writing, but he’d return it later. No sense in stirring the pot, after all.
He kept his steps light to spare the poor rotted floor boards, heading back towards the room. Machi, at least, would be interested in the letter. Yukimi would probably spend hours trying to puzzle out the papers. The house might be showing her age, but hey, it still felt like a good day.
He paused in the doorway, half expecting to see the weird guy that Machi had seemed so attached to, but instead, Machi was curled up with someone else. He blew out a breath, pausing in the door way and staring at them. It was almost adorable, in a really odd, ‘look at the baby monsters sleeping together, why don’t we not disturb them so they don’t eat our faces’ way. They looked exhausted, and why not? Machi seemed inclined to follow normal (was there a norm?) hellhound behavior. Wasn’t a reason the other one shouldn’t do the same. Though it did explain why they were together. It (she?) looked pretty roughed up. Looked almost like what had been done to Machi, only he wasn’t seeing it in progress, he was seeing the damage all at once. It was a bit more jarring.
Which wasn’t to say that Machi didn’t look rough too, kid was covered in blood again…seriously, that kid. The first bloody corpse that crossed his path every night must get rolled in. Only damned explanation for why there was blood in his hair. Maybe they should look into some darker colored clothes for the kid, white showed the stains too easily.
“Machi, kiddo, every time I come back to the room you’re cuddled up with a different person. You keep this up and you’re going to get a reputation.” He kept his voice soft, announcing his presence without being too startling.
It was day time, but Machi was still a feral little bastard, and the last thing Ace wanted was to startle him into attack. One; Machi struck him as a biter, and Two; he didn’t think he could fight back against the kid. Machi was a pack mate and it would be too easy to badly hurt him.
Setting: Cricket Bedroom
Time: Day 17
Summary: Ace walks in on some canoodling.
Warnings: Ace's default language warning, also Machi.
Well that had been interesting. He’d found another letter, even if he hadn’t walked away with it, the girls, the photographs safely tucked inside his coat, the mangled toys, the hints of March and Lilia in the illegible paperwork. He’d folded a single sheet of that to be compared against Lilia’s hand writing, but he’d return it later. No sense in stirring the pot, after all.
He kept his steps light to spare the poor rotted floor boards, heading back towards the room. Machi, at least, would be interested in the letter. Yukimi would probably spend hours trying to puzzle out the papers. The house might be showing her age, but hey, it still felt like a good day.
He paused in the doorway, half expecting to see the weird guy that Machi had seemed so attached to, but instead, Machi was curled up with someone else. He blew out a breath, pausing in the door way and staring at them. It was almost adorable, in a really odd, ‘look at the baby monsters sleeping together, why don’t we not disturb them so they don’t eat our faces’ way. They looked exhausted, and why not? Machi seemed inclined to follow normal (was there a norm?) hellhound behavior. Wasn’t a reason the other one shouldn’t do the same. Though it did explain why they were together. It (she?) looked pretty roughed up. Looked almost like what had been done to Machi, only he wasn’t seeing it in progress, he was seeing the damage all at once. It was a bit more jarring.
Which wasn’t to say that Machi didn’t look rough too, kid was covered in blood again…seriously, that kid. The first bloody corpse that crossed his path every night must get rolled in. Only damned explanation for why there was blood in his hair. Maybe they should look into some darker colored clothes for the kid, white showed the stains too easily.
“Machi, kiddo, every time I come back to the room you’re cuddled up with a different person. You keep this up and you’re going to get a reputation.” He kept his voice soft, announcing his presence without being too startling.
It was day time, but Machi was still a feral little bastard, and the last thing Ace wanted was to startle him into attack. One; Machi struck him as a biter, and Two; he didn’t think he could fight back against the kid. Machi was a pack mate and it would be too easy to badly hurt him.