#marcora

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Sissel: Why does Mama wear makeup?

Marcurio: To look pretty.

Sissel: But, she’s already pretty.

Marcurio: Aww.

Sissel: Papa, you should wear makeup.

Marcurio: ...

Aurora Orianus: Savage.

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Au where black beard gets his fruit sooner and steals away whitebeards first commander

Bb makes a trade with the worst warlord doflamingo information and alliances for the famous phoenix

Corazon tries to warn law away from the guilded cage that doflamingo keeps. Tries to tell him the man inside is too broken.

“He talks all the time.” Law rolls his eyes, with a proper amount of exasperation of a 10 year old can produce. “You just suck at listening.”

For the second time law shocks both Corazon the brother and rocinate the marine into silence. It’s stupid, it is and reckless and every other thing he shouldn’t be doing because he’s already pushing it with law half the time. But Corazon sits in front of the cage during his watch. The man inside is haggard, blood matting shaggy hair and cuts that ooze. One piercing blue eye stares back out from the damage.

“Are, you.. ok?”

A beat, then raspy laughter breaks out quickly dissolving into a wet cough. “A marine masquerading as a pirate asks if I’m ok.” The man tilts his head, as words pour out in choppy gasps. “Sounds like the start of a bad joke.”

- Corazon now has to steal law and marco away from doflamingo.

-Marco does help slow the spread of amber lead

- marco is mostly sane still but he’s also very very traumatized: bb kinda tortured him into breaking so that’s a thing. He was kept drugged and chained for a long time

- white beard is still looking for marco

- doflamingo goes celestial with marco quite a bit (my property and all)

Uhh yeah, what can I say. I was listening to loser baby again and this is now my new favourite thing.

hell yeah hell yeah hell yeah once again you have the best shit in stock racccoon

When the day comes that Cora-san is taking Law, he knows he has to take Marco with them. With Law passed out and half-delirious with fever in the little single-mast dingy he's 'acquired' (a bad day for the kid), he uses his fruit to it's fullest extent.

The man is awake-eyes barely open with crusted old blood staining his eyelashes-when he silently slips past the usual guard. The key in the lock, normally a loud clanking thing, is utterly soundless. The creaking, groaning resistance of the rusty hinges of the cage have only specks of falling dirt to signal their protest. Marco lifts his head just barely, eyes pulling as wide as they can. A cut under his jaw drips red.

Cora-san pulls on a pair of gloves he stole and sets about removing the seastone thorns and chains in total absence of sound. By the end he's sweating with the effort-each thorn and nail pulling a harsh jerking movement from the man that makes no noise. Marco's wounds steadily worsened and blood flows freely to the floor of the cage.

But the moment the last cuff slides off, Marco throws himself backwards. Blue and gold heat rushes to fill the space and Rocinante staggers to the other side of the small cage to watch in silent awe.

The Phoenix is beautiful, and angry. It's eyes scream murder and it's beak opens when the flames properly clear, but just as the half-hour preceding didn't, no sound comes. Rocinante knows they're running out of time for this to work, so he offers a hand to the man-turned-creature and, finally, lets his voice be known.

"We need to go. I have a way off this island."

The Phoenix's eyes narrow to dangerous slits, but it's wings draw in and the fire sheds off it's body like feathers. The man, Marco, stands in it's place utterly pristine. An enviable power, Rocinante thinks only to himself as they sneak away.

An enviable power indeed, he thinks again as Marco-without a word or even the suggestion of help-puts his healing hands on Law and the flush of the boy's fever fades within minutes.

The thought changes, envy caving under something else, as days turn to weeks seeking answers for Law's condition. Marco disappears on the second island they visit and for an hour or so Rocinante thinks that he's taken off, returned to his father's fleet that he speaks of only fondly with a tired smile. Instead he returns just as Rocinante and Law do to their transport, his shoulders pulled back confidently.

He says nothing of his disappearance.

Then, the night that he finds the fruit, Law's fruit, something changes. He falls, bleeding out, against the most valuable treasure chest in the world believing Law is safe knowing Marco is waiting for the kid just offshore in a raft. He passes out knowing he won't wake up.

He wakes up.

Curled up against his side near his hip is Law, patches of white skin already gaining color. Standing at the end of the bed is a nurse in the most unprofessionally tight set of scrubs he's ever seen. Sitting in a chair to the side of the bed, behind Law's tiny back, is Marco with his head tilted back and eyes closed, snoring lightly.

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Marcurio: If my wife doesn't want to hold my stuff, why the big purse?

Last Dragonborn: The better to hit you with, my dear.

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Talen-Jei: Just be casual. Try some light flirting.

Marcurio: I can do that.

later

Marcurio, to the Dragonborn: Nice work! High five!

Aurora Orianus: *high fives Marcurio*

Marcurio: *intertwines fingers*

Marcurio: I’m in love with you.

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Marcurio, to Miraak: I am looking neither respectfully nor disrespectfully. I gaze without recognition of your form, and without understanding.

Aurora Orianus: Me without my glasses.

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Last Dragonborn, about Marcurio: My husband tried to drop me off at my parents’ house when we were driving back from the airport after our honeymoon because he had forgotten that we were, in fact, married and now lived in the same house.

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Aurora Orianus, tucking Sissel in: Good night.

Marcurio: Sleep tight.

Miraak: Don't let the bedbugs crawl up to your ear and whisper threatening things that make you question yourself.

Erandur: Great, now Sissel's crying.

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Marcurio: I'll have you know, Lemkil, that the Dragonborn's intentions are entirely honorable!

Lemkil: Oh, 'course they are, milkdrinker. If I thought they wasn't, I'd ask fifty.

Aurora Orianus, shocked: You mean to say you'd sell your daughter for fifty septims?

Marcurio: Have you NO morals, man?

Lemkil: Nah. Nah, can't afford 'em. Neither could you, if you was as poor as me.