The Marco to someone's Polo

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Happy Birthday to M(e)arco

After his birthday tradition of singing and dancing around his room to “Happy Birthday to Me” by the Vandals, he swung open his door and was practically jumping down the stairs. He looked around to try to find someone.

“Hellllloooo? Anyone here? It’s my birthday ya know?” Marco pouted slightly as he continued to search for someone. “I want a hug dang it. I NEED EIGHTEEN HUGS SOMEONE GET OVER HERE.” He yelled and continued his search.

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Polo could hear the birthday boy hopping around his room and conducting the usual birthday ritual—as if it were some kind of upmost cult importance. Sighing to himself, he flipping through the pages of a book he’d read nearly a hundred times, finger only gracing the braille coded insides to find his favorite parts. It wasn’t that he wasn’t excited for him, it’s just the last time he didn’t let him conduct his ritual in private, he’d accidentally been hit in the face by a dancing Marco; it was on accident of course, but he’d learned his lesson.

As soon as the door to the bedroom swung open, he dropped the book and slowly pushed himself off the couch. With one quick swipe, he managed to grab his cane and make his way toward the stairs. The only reason he stopped was when he could hear the distressed calls of the lone hugging bird, wishing to find its first prey.

“Hey, birthday boy, why don’t you try looking in the right direction?” He called over to him, back leaned up against a wall.

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Marco spun around with a huge smile on his face. He took a few steps and scooped up Polo off of the ground in a huge hug before putting him down on the ground and continuing his hug.

“Yep this is okay.” He sighed happily and nuzzled his nose into Polo’s neck. Marco had always been into hugs and cuddles and just having some sort of contact with a human. He always used his birthday as an excuse to get even more than he already did on a daily basis.

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The feeling of being scooped right off the ground and wall surprised Polo, to say the least. “Woah! Woah!” He called out, laughter escaping his mouth even though he didn’t necessarily enjoy the surprise. By now he should be used to this kind of treatment, yet he still found it taking him off guard when Marco did these kinds of things. Maybe he should hire a body guard to keep him from doing it without him getting a fair warning!

“You sure it’s okay? I could grow a few inches, because I’m sure your back must hurt from having to lean down so far,” he joked, voice having no harsh undertones. He reached his arms up and wrapped them around Marco’s neck to keep the hug going, even if he wasn’t sure if it was comfortable for the taller male. “Happy birthday, you hugging skyscraper.”

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“Nonsense. You are the perfect height.” Marco chuckled into Polo’s neck. He nuzzled up to his ear. “I can’t imagine you a different height. You are literally so perfect.”

Marco brought his hands to the side of Polo’s face and kissed him lightly. “And thank you.”

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Happy Birthday to M(e)arco

After his birthday tradition of singing and dancing around his room to “Happy Birthday to Me” by the Vandals, he swung open his door and was practically jumping down the stairs. He looked around to try to find someone.

“Hellllloooo? Anyone here? It’s my birthday ya know?” Marco pouted slightly as he continued to search for someone. “I want a hug dang it. I NEED EIGHTEEN HUGS SOMEONE GET OVER HERE.” He yelled and continued his search.

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Polo could hear the birthday boy hopping around his room and conducting the usual birthday ritual—as if it were some kind of upmost cult importance. Sighing to himself, he flipping through the pages of a book he’d read nearly a hundred times, finger only gracing the braille coded insides to find his favorite parts. It wasn’t that he wasn’t excited for him, it’s just the last time he didn’t let him conduct his ritual in private, he’d accidentally been hit in the face by a dancing Marco; it was on accident of course, but he’d learned his lesson.

As soon as the door to the bedroom swung open, he dropped the book and slowly pushed himself off the couch. With one quick swipe, he managed to grab his cane and make his way toward the stairs. The only reason he stopped was when he could hear the distressed calls of the lone hugging bird, wishing to find its first prey.

“Hey, birthday boy, why don’t you try looking in the right direction?” He called over to him, back leaned up against a wall.

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Marco spun around with a huge smile on his face. He took a few steps and scooped up Polo off of the ground in a huge hug before putting him down on the ground and continuing his hug.

“Yep this is okay.” He sighed happily and nuzzled his nose into Polo’s neck. Marco had always been into hugs and cuddles and just having some sort of contact with a human. He always used his birthday as an excuse to get even more than he already did on a daily basis.

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Happy Birthday to M(e)arco

After his birthday tradition of singing and dancing around his room to “Happy Birthday to Me” by the Vandals, he swung open his door and was practically jumping down the stairs. He looked around to try to find someone.

“Hellllloooo? Anyone here? It’s my birthday ya know?” Marco pouted slightly as he continued to search for someone. “I want a hug dang it. I NEED EIGHTEEN HUGS SOMEONE GET OVER HERE.” He yelled and continued his search.

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Turning Tides (Marcopolo rp)

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“But I should have the victory of calling you all the names I want without you ruining it with your ability to speak German! Ugh! I am not even remotely great at speaking French yet… It’s going to take nearly five years to finally perfect my skill! By then…this conversation will be meaningless!” Polo huffed in defeat, hating that he would never be able to win in this contest. He did enjoy the idea of Marco giving him pet names in German, but he wasn’t sure he’d pick up on them if he did have any.

“I’ll try to keep that in mind, but how many girls have you known that got pregnant, Marco…? I’ve never met one, or…is that because nobody wants to ask the blind guy for assistance?” It felt like a slap to his face to think about… He knew they had reasons to never approach him, yet it still stung to know that their reason was because of his sightlessness. “Hm… I guess that’s probably why… Hey, will it matter if I’m there or not for the ultrasounds…? I know I should be there, but…what’s the point in me going if I’m just going to sit there and hear you all gushing over what I can never experience?”

Polo laughed and shook his head in disbelief. “Well, I suppose I was tired of waiting on your slow ass to get down! Mama’s cooking is sublime! It was even more enjoyable when she let me eat it on the way to the hospital! Little me was so vicious.”

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“I use what I was naturally given. You grew up with me. You could’ve learned German but you didn’t mr I’d-rather-go-be-a-squirrel.” Marco grinned.

“Like…two I think? Their parents sent them to this weird boarding school for expectant mothers….” He shook his head. “The only reason I knew them was because they were my lab partners.” Marco grinned. “You don’t actually get an ultrasound every appointment…at least that is what Ellie explained.You’d get to hear the heartbeat though.” His face fell. “At least I hope…”

“You were a little shit.” He grinned. “But it was made up for when you were literally grounded until I got my cast taken off. I remember Mama watching you like a hawk and you looking miserable as everyone kept you from climbing shit.”

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“Still not fair that you won’t let me have that victory!” Polo pouted, keeping his head lowered and arms crossed in defiance. It wasn’t fair to him since he had such little advantages over Marco these days. Marco was dominant, Marco was tall, Marco wasn’t blind, Marco had the ability to speak another language, Marco was charismatic, Marco was smart, Marco knew karate, Marco was fast… He could go on and on about his qualities, yet the only thing he had was tree climbing, which Marco told him he was good at, too, and sarcasm/sarcastic name calling; he really had nothing special about himself, did he? “Hmph…”

He bit his lip and shook his head solemnly, feeling let down still. “You don’t understand… If I go there and you guys don’t warn me or the doctor checks up unexpectedly, it’ll feel like you all slapped me… I really, really don’t want to sit there and…and know there’s one more thing I’ll never get to see…” He sighed and rubbed his arms. “Sorry, that probably sounds really…depressing to say out loud. Maybe…you can call me in if it’s a heartbeat one…or ask every time we go so…”

Snorting softly and punching Marco’s…arm, maybe, he laughed. “You don’t know how horrible it was to never be outside when that was all I knew! I think Mama caught me crying and let me outside again.”

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Marco ran his hands down Polo’s sides. “Ultrasounds will be scheduled but the heart beat will be listened to every time to make sure the baby is okay. We’ll tell you when there is an appointment and you can choose if you want to come or not.” He smiled. “It’s your decision. If you don’t feel comfortable coming to the appointments then you don’t have to.”

“It was very satisfying to me thanks. I broke my dominant arm and couldn’t write really anything.” He pouted.

“Wow. Hold up here.” Marco looked down at Polo. “I think there is something on your neck. Let me get that for you.” He leaned down and started peppering kisses up and down his neck. “Nope still didn’t get it...” He smirked into Polo’s neck and continued to kiss him.  

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Turning Tides (Marcopolo rp)

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Marco laughed merrily. “Yeah hell no. That bilingual victory is mine.” He chuckled.

“Don’t worry buddy. I got practice with all the girls are school for some reason feeling like they can come to me for relationship advice.” He paused. “I really don’t know why. Anyways, it always ended or started in tears and then we’d be talking about puppies or some cute shit like that.”

Marco huffed. “I WAS tide in the tree, but Mama said that dinner was ready and while I was trying to get down…” he paused for dramatic effect. “You fucking pushed me out of the tree.”

“But I should have the victory of calling you all the names I want without you ruining it with your ability to speak German! Ugh! I am not even remotely great at speaking French yet… It’s going to take nearly five years to finally perfect my skill! By then…this conversation will be meaningless!” Polo huffed in defeat, hating that he would never be able to win in this contest. He did enjoy the idea of Marco giving him pet names in German, but he wasn’t sure he’d pick up on them if he did have any.

“I’ll try to keep that in mind, but how many girls have you known that got pregnant, Marco…? I’ve never met one, or…is that because nobody wants to ask the blind guy for assistance?” It felt like a slap to his face to think about… He knew they had reasons to never approach him, yet it still stung to know that their reason was because of his sightlessness. “Hm… I guess that’s probably why… Hey, will it matter if I’m there or not for the ultrasounds…? I know I should be there, but…what’s the point in me going if I’m just going to sit there and hear you all gushing over what I can never experience?”

Polo laughed and shook his head in disbelief. “Well, I suppose I was tired of waiting on your slow ass to get down! Mama’s cooking is sublime! It was even more enjoyable when she let me eat it on the way to the hospital! Little me was so vicious.”

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"I use what I was naturally given. You grew up with me. You could've learned German but you didn't mr I'd-rather-go-be-a-squirrel." Marco grinned.

"Like...two I think? Their parents sent them to this weird boarding school for expectant mothers...." He shook his head. "The only reason I knew them was because they were my lab partners." Marco grinned. "You don't actually get an ultrasound every appointment...at least that is what Ellie explained.You'd get to hear the heartbeat though." His face fell. "At least I hope..."

"You were a little shit." He grinned. "But it was made up for when you were literally grounded until I got my cast taken off. I remember Mama watching you like a hawk and you looking miserable as everyone kept you from climbing shit."

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Turning Tides (Marcopolo rp)

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His shoulders tensed up when he heard Marco’s tone, causing him to feel instantly guilty. What would he say when he knew how stupid it was? “I just… It’s nothing, really!” Polo turned slowly back to Marco, swiping at his cheeks to dry up the tears. “It just reminds me of….of when I woke up in the hospital…” He lowered his head and tried to envision what that must look like. It probably made no sense to lower your head when you had no sight to avoid… Maybe it was the overall direction of where Marco was that he didn’t want to face.

“But…But when I woke up, I…I knew that I had to grow up…and…” He quickly swiped at his cheeks once again, trying his hardest not to breakdown more than he’d already done. “And it sounds so stupid w-when I say it out loud! Oh god… I-I’m sorry… I’m sorry! I hate this stupid feeling!” He wrung his wrists and bit his lip.

“Will you…promise not to leave me alone, or…or…” His voice suddenly lowered to a barely audible volume. “Do what Mom did…to me…?” He didn’t mean the blinding thing since Marco couldn’t blind someone who already couldn’t see, but he meant snapping at him…for not understanding something right off the bat. “You promise you won’t…become someone I thought I knew because of something like this…?” At this point, he wasn’t sure if he was making any sense.

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Marco was silent just listening to Polo. “Babe…” He managed out. “You don’t sound stupid.” His brows furrowed. “I love you so much. I promise to do the best I can to never hurt you like you were before.”

He was silent for a good few minutes before taking a deep breath. “We need to stop this Polo. We need to stop keeping things from each other. From lying to each other.” Marco sighed. “I know you’re not alright sometimes. I want you to be able to talk to me.” He ran his fingers down his cheeks. “I want you to know that you won’t ever drive me away with what you are feeling. I can take it. I don’t want you to have to feel miserable because of me or-or anything like that.” He swallowed hard. “Please trust me enough to do that…”

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“You…You really think I don’t…?” He asked, hiccupping slightly from his resisting the inevitable breakdown. “I-I know…I know I can trust you; I just…this event is so…life changing and…and life changing events just…take a turn that we can’t foresee…” It was this horrific fear that led him to believe that deep down anyone could be like his mom and shatter his trust; he’d never admit how much he didn’t like to be around his dad alone for that fact. “I-I really love you…and I don’t want to lose you…ever…s-so hearing that is…is just so relieving.”

“I-I trust you…I trust you so much, Marco…a-and I’ll…I’ll try to say how I feel… I normally say it if I’m annoyed or mad, but I just don’t like to talk about…the past… Waking up in the hospital and being so alone…all of those feeling being relived through conversation is just maddening, s-so…be patient…with me… A-And you’re one to talk about not talking to me, Mister Got-Sick-But-Didn’t-Tell-Me-Until-He-Almost-Passed-Out.”

Polo’s eyes shut momentarily, the feeling being enough to just calm his nerves slightly. If he could just not feel these emotions, then everything would be golden. “I don’t care that Ellie is pregnant, I don’t care that you’re going to be a baby daddy, I don’t care that you’re going to have to pick out names… I-I just hope that you won’t…leave me out of this when you do it.”

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“Talking about how you feel will never make you sound stupid.” Marco smiled. “I can imagine how hard that is. I just wanna know that when you are talking with me, you aren’t uncomfortable or sad or some shit like that. You don’t have to go full detail…but don’t just keep things bottled up inside.” He pursed his lips today. “That’s a habit i’m trying to break…so…let’s break our secret keeping habits together, kay?”

“You are such an important part of my life, Polo. There is no way you are going to be left out.” Marco hugged him tight. “Plus Ellie and I might pick out a stupid ass name and I need you to be the voice of reason cause we are both idiot children some times.”

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“You’re a huge idiot, though… Why would I want to leave you when something like this came up!?” Polo swiped at his eyes to flick the last remaining tear from his cheek and then sent a flick to Marco’s forehead. “You have to have more faith in me, you idiotic donkey!” His words sounded harsh, yet it was just the way Polo showed his affection to Marco when he was glamad. The fear that Marco had cheated on him was the only thing that would have sent him running away from this place, but he could handle a bratty baby coming into the picture. “If we’re going to share our feelings, then I’ll say that you need to have more faith in me, okay? I’m not just some one-night stand bimbo who’d run out on you when he hears the crying of baggage.”

He wrapped his arms around Marco’s chest and leaned his head into his chest, enjoying the security he could feel from it. “You’re not naming the child after either of you…” He mumbled, closing his eyes. “Or after me… No Juniors; those names are just setting the kid up for a crisis of ‘what if I’m not as good as BLANK??’ If you’re going to name the baby, then it better be a name that has meaning to it, so they know you wish for them to have that in their life! Like, you need a name that will mean ‘happy’ or ‘strong’ or something along those lines!”

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Marco’s head curled back at the flick on his head. “Was that your way of calling me an ass?” He grinned, the playfulness back in his tone. “I know you’re not. You’ve been with me forever…but still…” He faded off. 

“You see this is why we need you. We’d probably be up at 3:30 in the morning and decide that that is a good idea and name it after that one awesomely rad mail person.” Marco chuckled. “Let’s also hope that this kid doesn’t have my fragile bones because i spent most of my childhood with a cast on.” He shuddered. “It was awful.”

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“Should I start doing it in a different language so you can’t tell anymore? I could learn all the swear words of French and start relaying them back to you!” Polo felt a sensation of joy spread through him as the playfulness returned to them both. He couldn’t stand these serious talks. How long had they been together? Two weeks at max and here they were being forced to take care of a baby that shouldn’t even be inside someone’s stomach; this was a nightmare.

“The letter CARRIER?! You two desperately need some guidance if you’re going to do something that dumb! Ugh… Ellie’s going to have baby brain eventually and we’ll have to deal with her forgetting her phone is in the freezer or that ice cubes don’t go in purses…” He shook his head and kept his head tilted to the side. “You can’t blame your bones for how many times you would climb up after me in the trees and fall out!”

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“Yes but then I could just speak randomly in German and you wouldn’t know what I was saying and then you’d be annoyed.” Marco grinned.

“Shit. I need to buy her a lifeproof case cause damn she is going to break her phone accidentally and cry probably.” He chuckled although he wasn’t necessarily joking. Marco then looked at Polo and cleared his throat. “I seem to remember when we were five and you PUSHED ME OUT OF A TREE.” 

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“THAT HAPPENS EVERYDAY! GIVE ME ONE VICTORY, DAMN YOU!” Polo yelled, though his voice was filled with laughter. “I’m going to learn every single curse known to man and send it at you! I’ll write it in braille in your notebooks!”

“You can deal with her random crying, because I have no idea what to say and I’ll make it worse! You know my humor is not the best…when it comes to irrationally sad or mad people!” He puffed out his cheeks and feared for the future. He’d definitely heard all the rumors about pregnant people being sometimes scary. “Hmm…? Oh, don’t bring that up! I told you we were camping out in the trees and to tie yourself to the trunk, but you didn’t listen!”

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Marco laughed merrily. “Yeah hell no. That bilingual victory is mine.” He chuckled.

“Don’t worry buddy. I got practice with all the girls are school for some reason feeling like they can come to me for relationship advice.” He paused. “I really don’t know why. Anyways, it always ended or started in tears and then we’d be talking about puppies or some cute shit like that.”

Marco huffed. “I WAS tide in the tree, but Mama said that dinner was ready and while I was trying to get down...” he paused for dramatic effect. “You fucking pushed me out of the tree.”

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Turning Tides (Marcopolo rp)

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His shoulders tensed up when he heard Marco’s tone, causing him to feel instantly guilty. What would he say when he knew how stupid it was? “I just… It’s nothing, really!” Polo turned slowly back to Marco, swiping at his cheeks to dry up the tears. “It just reminds me of….of when I woke up in the hospital…” He lowered his head and tried to envision what that must look like. It probably made no sense to lower your head when you had no sight to avoid… Maybe it was the overall direction of where Marco was that he didn’t want to face.

“But…But when I woke up, I…I knew that I had to grow up…and…” He quickly swiped at his cheeks once again, trying his hardest not to breakdown more than he’d already done. “And it sounds so stupid w-when I say it out loud! Oh god… I-I’m sorry… I’m sorry! I hate this stupid feeling!” He wrung his wrists and bit his lip.

“Will you…promise not to leave me alone, or…or…” His voice suddenly lowered to a barely audible volume. “Do what Mom did…to me…?” He didn’t mean the blinding thing since Marco couldn’t blind someone who already couldn’t see, but he meant snapping at him…for not understanding something right off the bat. “You promise you won’t…become someone I thought I knew because of something like this…?” At this point, he wasn’t sure if he was making any sense.

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Marco was silent just listening to Polo. “Babe…” He managed out. “You don’t sound stupid.” His brows furrowed. “I love you so much. I promise to do the best I can to never hurt you like you were before.”

He was silent for a good few minutes before taking a deep breath. “We need to stop this Polo. We need to stop keeping things from each other. From lying to each other.” Marco sighed. “I know you’re not alright sometimes. I want you to be able to talk to me.” He ran his fingers down his cheeks. “I want you to know that you won’t ever drive me away with what you are feeling. I can take it. I don’t want you to have to feel miserable because of me or-or anything like that.” He swallowed hard. “Please trust me enough to do that…”

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“You…You really think I don’t…?” He asked, hiccupping slightly from his resisting the inevitable breakdown. “I-I know…I know I can trust you; I just…this event is so…life changing and…and life changing events just…take a turn that we can’t foresee…” It was this horrific fear that led him to believe that deep down anyone could be like his mom and shatter his trust; he’d never admit how much he didn’t like to be around his dad alone for that fact. “I-I really love you…and I don’t want to lose you…ever…s-so hearing that is…is just so relieving.”

“I-I trust you…I trust you so much, Marco…a-and I’ll…I’ll try to say how I feel… I normally say it if I’m annoyed or mad, but I just don’t like to talk about…the past… Waking up in the hospital and being so alone…all of those feeling being relived through conversation is just maddening, s-so…be patient…with me… A-And you’re one to talk about not talking to me, Mister Got-Sick-But-Didn’t-Tell-Me-Until-He-Almost-Passed-Out.”

Polo’s eyes shut momentarily, the feeling being enough to just calm his nerves slightly. If he could just not feel these emotions, then everything would be golden. “I don’t care that Ellie is pregnant, I don’t care that you’re going to be a baby daddy, I don’t care that you’re going to have to pick out names… I-I just hope that you won’t…leave me out of this when you do it.”

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“Talking about how you feel will never make you sound stupid.” Marco smiled. “I can imagine how hard that is. I just wanna know that when you are talking with me, you aren’t uncomfortable or sad or some shit like that. You don’t have to go full detail…but don’t just keep things bottled up inside.” He pursed his lips today. “That’s a habit i’m trying to break…so…let’s break our secret keeping habits together, kay?”

“You are such an important part of my life, Polo. There is no way you are going to be left out.” Marco hugged him tight. “Plus Ellie and I might pick out a stupid ass name and I need you to be the voice of reason cause we are both idiot children some times.”

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“You’re a huge idiot, though… Why would I want to leave you when something like this came up!?” Polo swiped at his eyes to flick the last remaining tear from his cheek and then sent a flick to Marco’s forehead. “You have to have more faith in me, you idiotic donkey!” His words sounded harsh, yet it was just the way Polo showed his affection to Marco when he was glamad. The fear that Marco had cheated on him was the only thing that would have sent him running away from this place, but he could handle a bratty baby coming into the picture. “If we’re going to share our feelings, then I’ll say that you need to have more faith in me, okay? I’m not just some one-night stand bimbo who’d run out on you when he hears the crying of baggage.”

He wrapped his arms around Marco’s chest and leaned his head into his chest, enjoying the security he could feel from it. “You’re not naming the child after either of you…” He mumbled, closing his eyes. “Or after me… No Juniors; those names are just setting the kid up for a crisis of ‘what if I’m not as good as BLANK??’ If you’re going to name the baby, then it better be a name that has meaning to it, so they know you wish for them to have that in their life! Like, you need a name that will mean ‘happy’ or ‘strong’ or something along those lines!”

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Marco’s head curled back at the flick on his head. “Was that your way of calling me an ass?” He grinned, the playfulness back in his tone. “I know you’re not. You’ve been with me forever…but still…” He faded off. 

“You see this is why we need you. We’d probably be up at 3:30 in the morning and decide that that is a good idea and name it after that one awesomely rad mail person.” Marco chuckled. “Let’s also hope that this kid doesn’t have my fragile bones because i spent most of my childhood with a cast on.” He shuddered. “It was awful.”

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“Should I start doing it in a different language so you can’t tell anymore? I could learn all the swear words of French and start relaying them back to you!” Polo felt a sensation of joy spread through him as the playfulness returned to them both. He couldn’t stand these serious talks. How long had they been together? Two weeks at max and here they were being forced to take care of a baby that shouldn’t even be inside someone’s stomach; this was a nightmare.

“The letter CARRIER?! You two desperately need some guidance if you’re going to do something that dumb! Ugh… Ellie’s going to have baby brain eventually and we’ll have to deal with her forgetting her phone is in the freezer or that ice cubes don’t go in purses…” He shook his head and kept his head tilted to the side. “You can’t blame your bones for how many times you would climb up after me in the trees and fall out!”

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“Yes but then I could just speak randomly in German and you wouldn’t know what I was saying and then you’d be annoyed.” Marco grinned.

“Shit. I need to buy her a lifeproof case cause damn she is going to break her phone accidentally and cry probably.” He chuckled although he wasn’t necessarily joking. Marco then looked at Polo and cleared his throat. “I seem to remember when we were five and you PUSHED ME OUT OF A TREE.” 

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Turning Tides (Marcopolo rp)

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His shoulders tensed up when he heard Marco’s tone, causing him to feel instantly guilty. What would he say when he knew how stupid it was? “I just… It’s nothing, really!” Polo turned slowly back to Marco, swiping at his cheeks to dry up the tears. “It just reminds me of….of when I woke up in the hospital…” He lowered his head and tried to envision what that must look like. It probably made no sense to lower your head when you had no sight to avoid… Maybe it was the overall direction of where Marco was that he didn’t want to face.

“But…But when I woke up, I…I knew that I had to grow up…and…” He quickly swiped at his cheeks once again, trying his hardest not to breakdown more than he’d already done. “And it sounds so stupid w-when I say it out loud! Oh god… I-I’m sorry… I’m sorry! I hate this stupid feeling!” He wrung his wrists and bit his lip.

“Will you…promise not to leave me alone, or…or…” His voice suddenly lowered to a barely audible volume. “Do what Mom did…to me…?” He didn’t mean the blinding thing since Marco couldn’t blind someone who already couldn’t see, but he meant snapping at him…for not understanding something right off the bat. “You promise you won’t…become someone I thought I knew because of something like this…?” At this point, he wasn’t sure if he was making any sense.

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Marco was silent just listening to Polo. “Babe…” He managed out. “You don’t sound stupid.” His brows furrowed. “I love you so much. I promise to do the best I can to never hurt you like you were before.”

He was silent for a good few minutes before taking a deep breath. “We need to stop this Polo. We need to stop keeping things from each other. From lying to each other.” Marco sighed. “I know you’re not alright sometimes. I want you to be able to talk to me.” He ran his fingers down his cheeks. “I want you to know that you won’t ever drive me away with what you are feeling. I can take it. I don’t want you to have to feel miserable because of me or-or anything like that.” He swallowed hard. “Please trust me enough to do that…”

[the-blind-explorer-polo]

“You…You really think I don’t…?” He asked, hiccupping slightly from his resisting the inevitable breakdown. “I-I know…I know I can trust you; I just…this event is so…life changing and…and life changing events just…take a turn that we can’t foresee…” It was this horrific fear that led him to believe that deep down anyone could be like his mom and shatter his trust; he’d never admit how much he didn’t like to be around his dad alone for that fact. “I-I really love you…and I don’t want to lose you…ever…s-so hearing that is…is just so relieving.”

“I-I trust you…I trust you so much, Marco…a-and I’ll…I’ll try to say how I feel… I normally say it if I’m annoyed or mad, but I just don’t like to talk about…the past… Waking up in the hospital and being so alone…all of those feeling being relived through conversation is just maddening, s-so…be patient…with me… A-And you’re one to talk about not talking to me, Mister Got-Sick-But-Didn’t-Tell-Me-Until-He-Almost-Passed-Out.”

Polo’s eyes shut momentarily, the feeling being enough to just calm his nerves slightly. If he could just not feel these emotions, then everything would be golden. “I don’t care that Ellie is pregnant, I don’t care that you’re going to be a baby daddy, I don’t care that you’re going to have to pick out names… I-I just hope that you won’t…leave me out of this when you do it.”

[makeyourmarco-blog]

“Talking about how you feel will never make you sound stupid.” Marco smiled. “I can imagine how hard that is. I just wanna know that when you are talking with me, you aren’t uncomfortable or sad or some shit like that. You don’t have to go full detail…but don’t just keep things bottled up inside.” He pursed his lips today. “That’s a habit i’m trying to break…so…let’s break our secret keeping habits together, kay?”

“You are such an important part of my life, Polo. There is no way you are going to be left out.” Marco hugged him tight. “Plus Ellie and I might pick out a stupid ass name and I need you to be the voice of reason cause we are both idiot children some times.”

[the-blind-explorer-polo]

“You’re a huge idiot, though… Why would I want to leave you when something like this came up!?” Polo swiped at his eyes to flick the last remaining tear from his cheek and then sent a flick to Marco’s forehead. “You have to have more faith in me, you idiotic donkey!” His words sounded harsh, yet it was just the way Polo showed his affection to Marco when he was glamad. The fear that Marco had cheated on him was the only thing that would have sent him running away from this place, but he could handle a bratty baby coming into the picture. “If we’re going to share our feelings, then I’ll say that you need to have more faith in me, okay? I’m not just some one-night stand bimbo who’d run out on you when he hears the crying of baggage.”

He wrapped his arms around Marco’s chest and leaned his head into his chest, enjoying the security he could feel from it. “You’re not naming the child after either of you…” He mumbled, closing his eyes. “Or after me… No Juniors; those names are just setting the kid up for a crisis of ‘what if I’m not as good as BLANK??’ If you’re going to name the baby, then it better be a name that has meaning to it, so they know you wish for them to have that in their life! Like, you need a name that will mean ‘happy’ or ‘strong’ or something along those lines!”

[makeyourmarco-blog]

Marco’s head curled back at the flick on his head. “Was that your way of calling me an ass?” He grinned, the playfulness back in his tone. “I know you’re not. You’ve been with me forever...but still...” He faded off. 

“You see this is why we need you. We’d probably be up at 3:30 in the morning and decide that that is a good idea and name it after that one awesomely rad mail person.” Marco chuckled. “Let’s also hope that this kid doesn’t have my fragile bones because i spent most of my childhood with a cast on.” He shuddered. “It was awful.”

[makeyourmarco-blog]

Turning Tides (Marcopolo rp)

[the-blind-explorer-polo]

His shoulders tensed up when he heard Marco’s tone, causing him to feel instantly guilty. What would he say when he knew how stupid it was? “I just… It’s nothing, really!” Polo turned slowly back to Marco, swiping at his cheeks to dry up the tears. “It just reminds me of….of when I woke up in the hospital…” He lowered his head and tried to envision what that must look like. It probably made no sense to lower your head when you had no sight to avoid… Maybe it was the overall direction of where Marco was that he didn’t want to face.

“But…But when I woke up, I…I knew that I had to grow up…and…” He quickly swiped at his cheeks once again, trying his hardest not to breakdown more than he’d already done. “And it sounds so stupid w-when I say it out loud! Oh god… I-I’m sorry… I’m sorry! I hate this stupid feeling!” He wrung his wrists and bit his lip.

“Will you…promise not to leave me alone, or…or…” His voice suddenly lowered to a barely audible volume. “Do what Mom did…to me…?” He didn’t mean the blinding thing since Marco couldn’t blind someone who already couldn’t see, but he meant snapping at him…for not understanding something right off the bat. “You promise you won’t…become someone I thought I knew because of something like this…?” At this point, he wasn’t sure if he was making any sense.

[makeyourmarco-blog]

Marco was silent just listening to Polo. “Babe…” He managed out. “You don’t sound stupid.” His brows furrowed. “I love you so much. I promise to do the best I can to never hurt you like you were before.”

He was silent for a good few minutes before taking a deep breath. “We need to stop this Polo. We need to stop keeping things from each other. From lying to each other.” Marco sighed. “I know you’re not alright sometimes. I want you to be able to talk to me.” He ran his fingers down his cheeks. “I want you to know that you won’t ever drive me away with what you are feeling. I can take it. I don’t want you to have to feel miserable because of me or-or anything like that.” He swallowed hard. “Please trust me enough to do that…”

[the-blind-explorer-polo]

“You…You really think I don’t…?” He asked, hiccupping slightly from his resisting the inevitable breakdown. “I-I know…I know I can trust you; I just…this event is so…life changing and…and life changing events just…take a turn that we can’t foresee…” It was this horrific fear that led him to believe that deep down anyone could be like his mom and shatter his trust; he’d never admit how much he didn’t like to be around his dad alone for that fact. “I-I really love you…and I don’t want to lose you…ever…s-so hearing that is…is just so relieving.”

“I-I trust you…I trust you so much, Marco…a-and I’ll…I’ll try to say how I feel… I normally say it if I’m annoyed or mad, but I just don’t like to talk about…the past… Waking up in the hospital and being so alone…all of those feeling being relived through conversation is just maddening, s-so…be patient…with me… A-And you’re one to talk about not talking to me, Mister Got-Sick-But-Didn’t-Tell-Me-Until-He-Almost-Passed-Out.”

Polo’s eyes shut momentarily, the feeling being enough to just calm his nerves slightly. If he could just not feel these emotions, then everything would be golden. “I don’t care that Ellie is pregnant, I don’t care that you’re going to be a baby daddy, I don’t care that you’re going to have to pick out names… I-I just hope that you won’t…leave me out of this when you do it.”

[makeyourmarco-blog]

“Talking about how you feel will never make you sound stupid.” Marco smiled. “I can imagine how hard that is. I just wanna know that when you are talking with me, you aren’t uncomfortable or sad or some shit like that. You don’t have to go full detail...but don’t just keep things bottled up inside.” He pursed his lips today. “That’s a habit i’m trying to break...so...let’s break our secret keeping habits together, kay?”

“You are such an important part of my life, Polo. There is no way you are going to be left out.” Marco hugged him tight. “Plus Ellie and I might pick out a stupid ass name and I need you to be the voice of reason cause we are both idiot children some times.”

[makeyourmarco-blog]

Turning Tides (Marcopolo rp)

[the-blind-explorer-polo]

His shoulders tensed up when he heard Marco’s tone, causing him to feel instantly guilty. What would he say when he knew how stupid it was? “I just… It’s nothing, really!” Polo turned slowly back to Marco, swiping at his cheeks to dry up the tears. “It just reminds me of….of when I woke up in the hospital…” He lowered his head and tried to envision what that must look like. It probably made no sense to lower your head when you had no sight to avoid… Maybe it was the overall direction of where Marco was that he didn’t want to face.

“But…But when I woke up, I…I knew that I had to grow up…and…” He quickly swiped at his cheeks once again, trying his hardest not to breakdown more than he’d already done. “And it sounds so stupid w-when I say it out loud! Oh god… I-I’m sorry… I’m sorry! I hate this stupid feeling!” He wrung his wrists and bit his lip.

“Will you…promise not to leave me alone, or…or…” His voice suddenly lowered to a barely audible volume. “Do what Mom did…to me…?” He didn’t mean the blinding thing since Marco couldn’t blind someone who already couldn’t see, but he meant snapping at him…for not understanding something right off the bat. “You promise you won’t…become someone I thought I knew because of something like this…?” At this point, he wasn’t sure if he was making any sense.

[makeyourmarco-blog]

Marco was silent just listening to Polo. “Babe...” He managed out. “You don’t sound stupid.” His brows furrowed. “I love you so much. I promise to do the best I can to never hurt you like you were before.”

He was silent for a good few minutes before taking a deep breath. “We need to stop this Polo. We need to stop keeping things from each other. From lying to each other.” Marco sighed. “I know you’re not alright sometimes. I want you to be able to talk to me.” He ran his fingers down his cheeks. “I want you to know that you won’t ever drive me away with what you are feeling. I can take it. I don’t want you to have to feel miserable because of me or-or anything like that.” He swallowed hard. “Please trust me enough to do that...”

[makeyourmarco-blog]

Turning Tides (Marcopolo rp)

[the-blind-explorer-polo]

“That’s only on the outside, Marco! You bear a resemblance to a man who is nothing like a dad, that’s it! Maybe you have some of his talents o-or you have the stubbornness of him, but you’re not like him in that way! You’re you, a giant nerd…and just because your dad ran out on you, doesn’t you will be like that! I’d…kill you if you did,” it was a partial joke, but he would make sure he understood the significance of it. “You’re human most of all, though. With all your flaws, you can still prove them wrong or…you could at least be stopped if you had a moment of weakness like that!”

Polo lowered his head to press his cheek against Marco’s hand, trying to show some comfort in this scenario since he felt like his body had been frozen in place. “As…long as…as I won’t ruin anything by being a third party, then…then I would love you to stay with me…” He mumbled softly, trying his best to keep his face from contorting in the pain he could feel swelling in his chest. Of all the things that could happen here…this had to be one of them.

“Th-There’s a silver-lining here, though…” He managed to say with a forced chuckle. “At least you didn’t cheat on me…” Trying his best, he cracked a forced smile then hugged Marco tightly around the abdomen. “I-I just…don’t think you messed up! You…you were nervous, an-and you did all you could but…but then the dart of a condom didn’t do its job and the…dart doctors failed to d-do their jobs right!” Snuggling his face into his shoulder, he gulped down his worries. “I just…think…w-we have to have Ellie over…here…a lot…Maybe she could live with us…”

[makeyourmarco-blog]

Marco listened to Polo speak, silently nodding at his advice. In some ways it made him feel partially better, but the sting of this scarred memory wasn’t going away.

“The kid has two dads yeah?” Marco tried to say cheerfully but his voice was still shaky. He pulled Polo into a tight hug as if he was trying to reassure the both of them that everything was going to be okay.

“Mama would murder me if I ever cheated on someone. I would murder me.” Marco chuckled slightly. “This whole thing is a wreck.” He sighed. “She already sleeps here on weekends. You never really know she is here though cause she has a nanny job that has her gone all day.” He bit his lip. “Although it would slightly help my nerves to know that she was safe from her parents on a day to day basis.”

Marco gasped. “Shit, Polo. Do you know how many things Ellie and I have wrong with us? This kid is going to be so messed up and sick all the time oh fuck…” He held on tighter to Polo as almost a reflex when he was tense.

[the-blind-explorer-polo]

“A blind one, but yes…” Polo mumbled, voice almost sounding deflated at the thought of never really seeing a new life; it was almost ironic to him how he acted like his vision didn’t really have anything to do with him, yet he felt a sense of dread at new things. It just sucked all the time to hear someone spouting out, “Look at how beautiful this is!” when he could never gaze upon it with his own two eyes.

He could barely give a nod toward the statement, feeling his uneasiness coming back. He just wanted the subject to change and something else to come up…or if he could die on the spot, then he’d be happier than hearing this kind of subject. Shivering in Marco’s hold, he pressed his face further into the embrace and kept quiet, not wanting to show his actual discomfort.

“Genetics don’t work like that, Marco…” He mumbled, pulling back slightly to tilt his head up toward his breathing. “Injuries inflicted after a person is born don’t affect a child in the womb, so she wouldn’t really affect the baby…only you would affect it with your immune system. That being said, you realize that most recessive traits skip a generation? So, it wouldn’t be this baby but the next.”

[makeyourmarco-blog]

“No no no. Ellie was cursed with a shit ton of allergies as well as other bodily things. The kid is going to be allergic to everything I swear.” He groaned. “My seizures are just like everyone in my fathers side of the family. My mom was hoping it skipped me since my father had it. It didn’t.” Marco groaned and put his head on top of Polo’s.”

Marco’s hands ran through Polo’s hair and he nuzzled his nose lightly into his hair taking in the scent. “Try not to teach the little thing how to be a ninja. I don’t need two people giving me heart attacks cause I can’t hear them.”

[the-blind-explorer-polo]

“Does this mean you won’t want to ever consider adopting…?” Polo finally asked, voice wavering slightly. He didn’t want to come off as selfish or jealous but he’d not wanted to do something like this for a long time; he wasn’t a children person, nor was he actually ready to take on something like this. 

“…I didn’t want to think about kids until we were…older… Heh, I really didn’t want to…grow up…so quickly….o-or quicker than I’ve already had to… This feels so much like before….when…” He couldn’t help it now, he covered his face miserably and broke down into muffled sobs.

[makeyourmarco-blog]

“I’ve considered adoption since I was a younger and that one neighbor had a foster kid. She looked so happy to finally have a family and a home and….I don’t know, I just wanted to help be that person that gives a kid their forever home, ya know?” Marco smiled.

Marco’s face scrunched up in a mixture of annoyance and anger. Did Polo think that he wanted to think about kids this early in life either? At least didn’t need to have responsibility over this. His anger was quickly diminished when he saw Polo sob. 

“Wow. Hey. Talk to me now.” Marco’s hands went up to hold the sides of his face. “What’s going on? I can’t read minds ya know. Please tell me what’s going on in your head right now.” 

[the-blind-explorer-polo]

“You’ll be a great…dad…” Polo told him, meaning every word he spoke yet feeling empty on the inside. Where would that leave him, though? Would that kid actually want to be near him since he was just another person…? Would he just call him an uncle…? Would he even really be a part of their life? He didn’t want this now… “I just…maybe…one day…” Was all he could finish on that since he really didn’t know if he’d want a kid.

When he felt Marco’s hands touch the sides of his face, he wanted to spill every last thought on his mind; however, he felt terror seize through him and he quickly turned away, hugging himself in the process. “I-I’m fine!” He lied, trying desperately to stop the flow of tears leaking out of his eyes. Marco didn’t need Polo’s life story dropped on his plate, too… He didn’t need to worry about him now… He should be there for Marco, right? He should be stroking his head, not panicking about how this moment reminds him of the past.

[makeyourmarco-blog]

“Don’t fucking lie to me when I can clearly tell you aren’t fine.” Marco said sternly. He wasn’t going to have any tension right now. It was going to be cleared up now. “When did it become okay to lie to each other? When could I not handle something you threw at me?” He was almost offended that Polo wouldn’t tell him something this important.

“Polo.” He said simply showing that he wasn’t about to give up on this topic and it wouldn’t be dropped.

[makeyourmarco-blog]

Turning Tides (Marcopolo rp)

[the-blind-explorer-polo]

“That’s only on the outside, Marco! You bear a resemblance to a man who is nothing like a dad, that’s it! Maybe you have some of his talents o-or you have the stubbornness of him, but you’re not like him in that way! You’re you, a giant nerd…and just because your dad ran out on you, doesn’t you will be like that! I’d…kill you if you did,” it was a partial joke, but he would make sure he understood the significance of it. “You’re human most of all, though. With all your flaws, you can still prove them wrong or…you could at least be stopped if you had a moment of weakness like that!”

Polo lowered his head to press his cheek against Marco’s hand, trying to show some comfort in this scenario since he felt like his body had been frozen in place. “As…long as…as I won’t ruin anything by being a third party, then…then I would love you to stay with me…” He mumbled softly, trying his best to keep his face from contorting in the pain he could feel swelling in his chest. Of all the things that could happen here…this had to be one of them.

“Th-There’s a silver-lining here, though…” He managed to say with a forced chuckle. “At least you didn’t cheat on me…” Trying his best, he cracked a forced smile then hugged Marco tightly around the abdomen. “I-I just…don’t think you messed up! You…you were nervous, an-and you did all you could but…but then the dart of a condom didn’t do its job and the…dart doctors failed to d-do their jobs right!” Snuggling his face into his shoulder, he gulped down his worries. “I just…think…w-we have to have Ellie over…here…a lot…Maybe she could live with us…”

[makeyourmarco-blog]

Marco listened to Polo speak, silently nodding at his advice. In some ways it made him feel partially better, but the sting of this scarred memory wasn’t going away.

“The kid has two dads yeah?” Marco tried to say cheerfully but his voice was still shaky. He pulled Polo into a tight hug as if he was trying to reassure the both of them that everything was going to be okay.

“Mama would murder me if I ever cheated on someone. I would murder me.” Marco chuckled slightly. “This whole thing is a wreck.” He sighed. “She already sleeps here on weekends. You never really know she is here though cause she has a nanny job that has her gone all day.” He bit his lip. “Although it would slightly help my nerves to know that she was safe from her parents on a day to day basis.”

Marco gasped. “Shit, Polo. Do you know how many things Ellie and I have wrong with us? This kid is going to be so messed up and sick all the time oh fuck…” He held on tighter to Polo as almost a reflex when he was tense.

[the-blind-explorer-polo]

“A blind one, but yes…” Polo mumbled, voice almost sounding deflated at the thought of never really seeing a new life; it was almost ironic to him how he acted like his vision didn’t really have anything to do with him, yet he felt a sense of dread at new things. It just sucked all the time to hear someone spouting out, “Look at how beautiful this is!” when he could never gaze upon it with his own two eyes.

He could barely give a nod toward the statement, feeling his uneasiness coming back. He just wanted the subject to change and something else to come up…or if he could die on the spot, then he’d be happier than hearing this kind of subject. Shivering in Marco’s hold, he pressed his face further into the embrace and kept quiet, not wanting to show his actual discomfort.

“Genetics don’t work like that, Marco…” He mumbled, pulling back slightly to tilt his head up toward his breathing. “Injuries inflicted after a person is born don’t affect a child in the womb, so she wouldn’t really affect the baby…only you would affect it with your immune system. That being said, you realize that most recessive traits skip a generation? So, it wouldn’t be this baby but the next.”

[makeyourmarco-blog]

“No no no. Ellie was cursed with a shit ton of allergies as well as other bodily things. The kid is going to be allergic to everything I swear.” He groaned. “My seizures are just like everyone in my fathers side of the family. My mom was hoping it skipped me since my father had it. It didn’t.” Marco groaned and put his head on top of Polo’s.”

Marco’s hands ran through Polo’s hair and he nuzzled his nose lightly into his hair taking in the scent. “Try not to teach the little thing how to be a ninja. I don’t need two people giving me heart attacks cause I can’t hear them.”

[the-blind-explorer-polo]

“Does this mean you won’t want to ever consider adopting…?” Polo finally asked, voice wavering slightly. He didn’t want to come off as selfish or jealous but he’d not wanted to do something like this for a long time; he wasn’t a children person, nor was he actually ready to take on something like this. 

“…I didn’t want to think about kids until we were…older… Heh, I really didn’t want to…grow up…so quickly….o-or quicker than I’ve already had to… This feels so much like before….when…” He couldn’t help it now, he covered his face miserably and broke down into muffled sobs.

[makeyourmarco-blog]

“I’ve considered adoption since I was a younger and that one neighbor had a foster kid. She looked so happy to finally have a family and a home and....I don’t know, I just wanted to help be that person that gives a kid their forever home, ya know?” Marco smiled.

Marco’s face scrunched up in a mixture of annoyance and anger. Did Polo think that he wanted to think about kids this early in life either? At least didn’t need to have responsibility over this. His anger was quickly diminished when he saw Polo sob. 

“Wow. Hey. Talk to me now.” Marco’s hands went up to hold the sides of his face. “What’s going on? I can’t read minds ya know. Please tell me what’s going on in your head right now.” 

[makeyourmarco-blog]

Turning Tides (Marcopolo rp)

[the-blind-explorer-polo]

“That’s only on the outside, Marco! You bear a resemblance to a man who is nothing like a dad, that’s it! Maybe you have some of his talents o-or you have the stubbornness of him, but you’re not like him in that way! You’re you, a giant nerd…and just because your dad ran out on you, doesn’t you will be like that! I’d…kill you if you did,” it was a partial joke, but he would make sure he understood the significance of it. “You’re human most of all, though. With all your flaws, you can still prove them wrong or…you could at least be stopped if you had a moment of weakness like that!”

Polo lowered his head to press his cheek against Marco’s hand, trying to show some comfort in this scenario since he felt like his body had been frozen in place. “As…long as…as I won’t ruin anything by being a third party, then…then I would love you to stay with me…” He mumbled softly, trying his best to keep his face from contorting in the pain he could feel swelling in his chest. Of all the things that could happen here…this had to be one of them.

“Th-There’s a silver-lining here, though…” He managed to say with a forced chuckle. “At least you didn’t cheat on me…” Trying his best, he cracked a forced smile then hugged Marco tightly around the abdomen. “I-I just…don’t think you messed up! You…you were nervous, an-and you did all you could but…but then the dart of a condom didn’t do its job and the…dart doctors failed to d-do their jobs right!” Snuggling his face into his shoulder, he gulped down his worries. “I just…think…w-we have to have Ellie over…here…a lot…Maybe she could live with us…”

[makeyourmarco-blog]

Marco listened to Polo speak, silently nodding at his advice. In some ways it made him feel partially better, but the sting of this scarred memory wasn’t going away.

“The kid has two dads yeah?” Marco tried to say cheerfully but his voice was still shaky. He pulled Polo into a tight hug as if he was trying to reassure the both of them that everything was going to be okay.

“Mama would murder me if I ever cheated on someone. I would murder me.” Marco chuckled slightly. “This whole thing is a wreck.” He sighed. “She already sleeps here on weekends. You never really know she is here though cause she has a nanny job that has her gone all day.” He bit his lip. “Although it would slightly help my nerves to know that she was safe from her parents on a day to day basis.”

Marco gasped. “Shit, Polo. Do you know how many things Ellie and I have wrong with us? This kid is going to be so messed up and sick all the time oh fuck…” He held on tighter to Polo as almost a reflex when he was tense.

[the-blind-explorer-polo]

“A blind one, but yes…” Polo mumbled, voice almost sounding deflated at the thought of never really seeing a new life; it was almost ironic to him how he acted like his vision didn’t really have anything to do with him, yet he felt a sense of dread at new things. It just sucked all the time to hear someone spouting out, “Look at how beautiful this is!” when he could never gaze upon it with his own two eyes.

He could barely give a nod toward the statement, feeling his uneasiness coming back. He just wanted the subject to change and something else to come up…or if he could die on the spot, then he’d be happier than hearing this kind of subject. Shivering in Marco’s hold, he pressed his face further into the embrace and kept quiet, not wanting to show his actual discomfort.

“Genetics don’t work like that, Marco…” He mumbled, pulling back slightly to tilt his head up toward his breathing. “Injuries inflicted after a person is born don’t affect a child in the womb, so she wouldn’t really affect the baby…only you would affect it with your immune system. That being said, you realize that most recessive traits skip a generation? So, it wouldn’t be this baby but the next.”

[makeyourmarco-blog]

“No no no. Ellie was cursed with a shit ton of allergies as well as other bodily things. The kid is going to be allergic to everything I swear.” He groaned. “My seizures are just like everyone in my fathers side of the family. My mom was hoping it skipped me since my father had it. It didn’t.” Marco groaned and put his head on top of Polo’s.”

Marco’s hands ran through Polo’s hair and he nuzzled his nose lightly into his hair taking in the scent. “Try not to teach the little thing how to be a ninja. I don’t need two people giving me heart attacks cause I can’t hear them.”

[makeyourmarco-blog]

Turning Tides (Marcopolo rp)

[the-blind-explorer-polo]

“That’s only on the outside, Marco! You bear a resemblance to a man who is nothing like a dad, that’s it! Maybe you have some of his talents o-or you have the stubbornness of him, but you’re not like him in that way! You’re you, a giant nerd…and just because your dad ran out on you, doesn’t you will be like that! I’d…kill you if you did,” it was a partial joke, but he would make sure he understood the significance of it. “You’re human most of all, though. With all your flaws, you can still prove them wrong or…you could at least be stopped if you had a moment of weakness like that!”

Polo lowered his head to press his cheek against Marco’s hand, trying to show some comfort in this scenario since he felt like his body had been frozen in place. “As…long as…as I won’t ruin anything by being a third party, then…then I would love you to stay with me…” He mumbled softly, trying his best to keep his face from contorting in the pain he could feel swelling in his chest. Of all the things that could happen here…this had to be one of them.

“Th-There’s a silver-lining here, though…” He managed to say with a forced chuckle. “At least you didn’t cheat on me…” Trying his best, he cracked a forced smile then hugged Marco tightly around the abdomen. “I-I just…don’t think you messed up! You…you were nervous, an-and you did all you could but…but then the dart of a condom didn’t do its job and the…dart doctors failed to d-do their jobs right!” Snuggling his face into his shoulder, he gulped down his worries. “I just…think…w-we have to have Ellie over…here…a lot…Maybe she could live with us…”

[makeyourmarco-blog]

Marco listened to Polo speak, silently nodding at his advice. In some ways it made him feel partially better, but the sting of this scarred memory wasn’t going away.

“The kid has two dads yeah?” Marco tried to say cheerfully but his voice was still shaky. He pulled Polo into a tight hug as if he was trying to reassure the both of them that everything was going to be okay.

“Mama would murder me if I ever cheated on someone. I would murder me.” Marco chuckled slightly. “This whole thing is a wreck.” He sighed. “She already sleeps here on weekends. You never really know she is here though cause she has a nanny job that has her gone all day.” He bit his lip. “Although it would slightly help my nerves to know that she was safe from her parents on a day to day basis.”

Marco gasped. “Shit, Polo. Do you know how many things Ellie and I have wrong with us? This kid is going to be so messed up and sick all the time oh fuck...” He held on tighter to Polo as almost a reflex when he was tense.

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Turning Tides (Marcopolo rp)

(I’m sorry in advance Singa.)

Marco paced back and forth in his bedroom slightly pulling at his hair. Polo was gonna be upset and break up with him and never be his friend again. The poor boy’s stomach was in knots. How was he going to talk to his boyfriend about this? He felt like he could puke.

Polo was coming over after Marco left a long very high pitched message on his answering machine at his house. Of course he was taking his good old time causing Marco to worry even more.

“You’re an idiot Marco. An absolute idiot. You’ve ruined everything and now everything is gonna go to shit. Damn it!” He yelled to himself very unaware of Polo coming through the door.

[the-blind-explorer-polo]

Polo’s feet steadily made their way down the smooth pavement of his neighborhood. He was so familiar with this area since it had always been so kempt and tidy, compared to the roads connecting to it. Today was a new day and he’d just finished shopping with his dad for new clothing and hair products. Sure, it didn’t really matter what color his hair was since he couldn’t see it, but he enjoyed the feeling of people commenting on his appearance rather than them noticing his eyes first.

Humming a familiar piece he’d heard Marco play on the piano several times before, he kept his pace casual, unaware of the frantic Marco on the second floor of the house. If he’d known, he’d of moved faster, but he felt so calm and happy right now; there was no reason to rush.

Finally, he felt his cane smack against the, oh so, familiar stone that led up the walkway to Marco’s house. Smiling to himself, he made his way inside, not feeling it necessary to knock and headed immediately upstairs since he couldn’t hear the sound of Mama in the kitchen, talking, or watching television like he always found her.

“…ruined everything and now everything is gonna go to shit. Damn it!” He heard right as he opened the door. He was caught off guard and took a wary step back. What in the world had gotten into Marco all of a sudden?

“…Marco?”

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Marco whipped his head around to see Polo standing there. “Polo! Babe. Hi.” The boy hugged him close tightly and kissed him soundly like what he was about to do was going to break what they had and he would never be able to do that again.

“L-listen. I need to talk to you about something and I need you to hear me out all the way to the end before you get upset and leave…o-okay?” He stuttered nervously.

This all was gonna go south rather quickly but maybe there would be a turn of events and he wouldn’t lose Polo.

[the-blind-explorer-polo]

Of course Marco would try to act like he’s fine right in front of Polo’s presence. It was natural for that to happen and Polo wasn’t unused to it, yet it still caught him off guard and he was momentarily silent. When Marco wrapped his arms around him and quickly kissed him, he could feel his quivering lips against his and it sparked a red flag ablaze. He couldn’t tell what was happening but he wanted answers.

That’s when he got the confirmation he needed to know that something was happening. Was he going to make them take a break…? Did he really not live up to his expectations like he’d feared? Was…Ellie wrong about Marco liking him no matter what?

Well, there was really only one way he’d find out. “What is it…?” He asked, voice smaller than ever.

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“O-okay let me just start off by telling you something about Ellie cause it’s relevant.” Marco took a deep breath. “Ellie’s parents haven’t always been the best to her…always drinking and doing drugs and who knows what else, but one night they hurt her pretty bad… Messed her up physically and mentally… She has very bad migraines and constant pain in her nervous system and even loss of fertility…”

Marco’s legs were shaking and he struggled to stand. “You knew Ellie was my first time…I-we used protection regardless because diseases and that shit b-but fuck her doctors fucked up or something cause-because…” He was silent for a few seconds. “She’s pregnant. It’s mine.”

He slammed his fists into the wall and sunk down to the floor. “I’m so lost Polo. I don’t know what to do. Her parents will kill her but Ellie was told it would never happen and she doesn’t wanna chance her luck by getting rid of it and I don’t wanna lose you but I don’t know how I’m going to get through this and Polo I’m a mess.” Tears were streaming down his face and his voice was cracking.

“I’m gonna end up like my dad and everything is gonna be a mess.”

[the-blind-explorer-polo]

Polo slowly nodded about this, trying his best to keep his cool about this. Even though he hated to say it out loud, talks about families being abusive always led him down a numb and heart-wrenching street; he didn’t want to bring up this to Marco ever in the fear he’d pity him or make him feel like he was pathetic. Taking a deep breath, he nodded once more and wrung his wrists in silence.

When Marco finally told him the news, he felt his heart stop. Polo’s demeanor didn’t change, however, and he stayed completely silent. He wasn’t sure what to do or say in this case. There was a baby coming…but she said it’d been months since they’d had sex? How did she not notice this until recently? He was too scared to ask and just kept quiet, nervous to say the wrong thing.

“But…But your father ran out on you and Mama, right…? So, you won’t do that to this baby…because you’ll be there to support Ellie through this.” He could barely hear what he was saying, but he knew this wasn’t the same case as his dad in any shape. Marco wasn’t the type of person to just leave people behind.

Then a realization hit him and he tried to keep his voice steady through it all. “A…Are you saying you…want to be with Ellie, though…because you want to be a good dad and…and I would stop that from happening…?” He knew his words were irrational but it was true; if Marco didn’t go with Ellie, then he’d feel like he was a terrible person for the rest of his life and hate himself with Polo…

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"All of my life people have told me that I'm just like my dad. I'm terrified of that being true." He shook his head and sighed.

Marco gasped and shot up grabbing Polo's shoulder as light as he could as not to startle him. "That is the very last thing I want to do. I don't want that to happen. For fucks sake, Ellie first thing said she would slay me if I even considered it."

"What I'm trying to say is that I'm scared that all of this is going to push you away from me and I'm going to lose you." A tear slipped down his cheek. "I love you so much..." He bit his lip. "You would never ruin anything. I'm the fuck up here. I'm an idiot and I'm stupid and I don't deserve anyone as wonderful as you."

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Turning Tides (Marcopolo rp)

(I’m sorry in advance Singa.)

Marco paced back and forth in his bedroom slightly pulling at his hair. Polo was gonna be upset and break up with him and never be his friend again. The poor boy’s stomach was in knots. How was he going to talk to his boyfriend about this? He felt like he could puke.

Polo was coming over after Marco left a long very high pitched message on his answering machine at his house. Of course he was taking his good old time causing Marco to worry even more.

“You’re an idiot Marco. An absolute idiot. You’ve ruined everything and now everything is gonna go to shit. Damn it!” He yelled to himself very unaware of Polo coming through the door.

[the-blind-explorer-polo]

Polo’s feet steadily made their way down the smooth pavement of his neighborhood. He was so familiar with this area since it had always been so kempt and tidy, compared to the roads connecting to it. Today was a new day and he’d just finished shopping with his dad for new clothing and hair products. Sure, it didn’t really matter what color his hair was since he couldn’t see it, but he enjoyed the feeling of people commenting on his appearance rather than them noticing his eyes first.

Humming a familiar piece he’d heard Marco play on the piano several times before, he kept his pace casual, unaware of the frantic Marco on the second floor of the house. If he’d known, he’d of moved faster, but he felt so calm and happy right now; there was no reason to rush.

Finally, he felt his cane smack against the, oh so, familiar stone that led up the walkway to Marco’s house. Smiling to himself, he made his way inside, not feeling it necessary to knock and headed immediately upstairs since he couldn’t hear the sound of Mama in the kitchen, talking, or watching television like he always found her.

“…ruined everything and now everything is gonna go to shit. Damn it!” He heard right as he opened the door. He was caught off guard and took a wary step back. What in the world had gotten into Marco all of a sudden?

“…Marco?”

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Marco whipped his head around to see Polo standing there. “Polo! Babe. Hi.” The boy hugged him close tightly and kissed him soundly like what he was about to do was going to break what they had and he would never be able to do that again.

“L-listen. I need to talk to you about something and I need you to hear me out all the way to the end before you get upset and leave…o-okay?” He stuttered nervously.

This all was gonna go south rather quickly but maybe there would be a turn of events and he wouldn’t lose Polo.

[the-blind-explorer-polo]

Of course Marco would try to act like he’s fine right in front of Polo’s presence. It was natural for that to happen and Polo wasn’t unused to it, yet it still caught him off guard and he was momentarily silent. When Marco wrapped his arms around him and quickly kissed him, he could feel his quivering lips against his and it sparked a red flag ablaze. He couldn’t tell what was happening but he wanted answers.

That’s when he got the confirmation he needed to know that something was happening. Was he going to make them take a break…? Did he really not live up to his expectations like he’d feared? Was…Ellie wrong about Marco liking him no matter what?

Well, there was really only one way he’d find out. “What is it…?” He asked, voice smaller than ever.

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"O-okay let me just start off by telling you something about Ellie cause it's relevant." Marco took a deep breath. "Ellie's parents haven't always been the best to her...always drinking and doing drugs and who knows what else, but one night they hurt her pretty bad... Messed her up physically and mentally... She has very bad migraines and constant pain in her nervous system and even loss of fertility..."

Marco's legs were shaking and he struggled to stand. "You knew Ellie was my first time...I-we used protection regardless because diseases and that shit b-but fuck her doctors fucked up or something cause-because..." He was silent for a few seconds. "She's pregnant. It's mine."

He slammed his fists into the wall and sunk down to the floor. "I'm so lost Polo. I don't know what to do. Her parents will kill her but Ellie was told it would never happen and she doesn't wanna chance her luck by getting rid of it and I don't wanna lose you but I don't know how I'm going to get through this and Polo I'm a mess." Tears were streaming down his face and his voice was cracking.

"I'm gonna end up like my dad and everything is gonna be a mess."

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Turning Tides (Marcopolo rp)

(I’m sorry in advance Singa.)

Marco paced back and forth in his bedroom slightly pulling at his hair. Polo was gonna be upset and break up with him and never be his friend again. The poor boy’s stomach was in knots. How was he going to talk to his boyfriend about this? He felt like he could puke.

Polo was coming over after Marco left a long very high pitched message on his answering machine at his house. Of course he was taking his good old time causing Marco to worry even more.

“You’re an idiot Marco. An absolute idiot. You’ve ruined everything and now everything is gonna go to shit. Damn it!” He yelled to himself very unaware of Polo coming through the door.

[the-blind-explorer-polo]

Polo’s feet steadily made their way down the smooth pavement of his neighborhood. He was so familiar with this area since it had always been so kempt and tidy, compared to the roads connecting to it. Today was a new day and he’d just finished shopping with his dad for new clothing and hair products. Sure, it didn’t really matter what color his hair was since he couldn’t see it, but he enjoyed the feeling of people commenting on his appearance rather than them noticing his eyes first.

Humming a familiar piece he’d heard Marco play on the piano several times before, he kept his pace casual, unaware of the frantic Marco on the second floor of the house. If he’d known, he’d of moved faster, but he felt so calm and happy right now; there was no reason to rush.

Finally, he felt his cane smack against the, oh so, familiar stone that led up the walkway to Marco’s house. Smiling to himself, he made his way inside, not feeling it necessary to knock and headed immediately upstairs since he couldn’t hear the sound of Mama in the kitchen, talking, or watching television like he always found her.

“…ruined everything and now everything is gonna go to shit. Damn it!” He heard right as he opened the door. He was caught off guard and took a wary step back. What in the world had gotten into Marco all of a sudden?

“…Marco?”

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Marco whipped his head around to see Polo standing there. "Polo! Babe. Hi." The boy hugged him close tightly and kissed him soundly like what he was about to do was going to break what they had and he would never be able to do that again.

"L-listen. I need to talk to you about something and I need you to hear me out all the way to the end before you get upset and leave...o-okay?" He stuttered nervously.

This all was gonna go south rather quickly but maybe there would be a turn of events and he wouldn't lose Polo.