VAMPIIREQUEEN.
@rxcketboy became a problem
Nighttime was the only time of day Marceline wasn’t on edge over the sun. Shadows were good, sure, but she didn’t want to be in the situation of losing her umbrella or her sunscreen being out. Or both. (Not again.)
She hums a tune she had been working on for a new song, heading towards the Candy Kingdom. She could always bug Bonnie. And if that didn’t work she could go bug Finn and Jake. She was sure they wouldn’t mind a little wake up call.
Her tune was cut off when she felt someone t a c k l e her to the ground, causing her to let out a hiss. Who the fuck–
❝ Get OFF of me! ❞
“ no can do. ”
Blue-ringed tangerine irises just barely filtered through pointed aviators as a sharp katana blade ever so slightly pressed to the skin of her neck, but his posture suggests that he isn’t sure what he’s looking at... or, at the very least, he can’t tell the difference between what he is and isn’t seeing. For a moment, his hands shake, but then he grips the handle tighter, presses down on the blade a bit more, and watches her struggle. Some ( dark ) part of him enjoys watching her underneath him, but most of him is aware that something he’s doing is wrong... but something inside his mind is refusing to allow him this knowledge.
“ you tell me where i am, and maybe i’ll consider it. ”
His words aren’t hissed, like hers, but instead cold -- heartless. As if he were stating a fact, not contemplating the sparing of another’s life. For a long time now, he’s been slowly forgetting the meaning of a life where you don’t come back when you die to an unjust or pathetic reason, where you are imperfectly immortal, where dying becomes something impermanent, that can be reversed, that can be countered.












