chase-nyan said: BYE MARCY WE LOVE YOU~~~~
((CHASE MUN I’M GONNA MISS YOU SO MUCH ;~;))
"Bye cat-man, Dont steal all the ladies while I’m gone~"
Well, it’s time. I’m putting Marceline to rest. You should unfollow this blog, ‘cause I’ll probably use the URL for other stuff, maybe some indie crap or whatevs…We’ll miss you all.
“Remember you’re the one who confessed to me.”
Suifeng said her voice trembling just a bit. Stupid vampire, making her feel so emotional. She wanted to slap her again, but thought against it. Now wouldn’t be a good time.
She muttered turning around again and concentrated on the still cooking fish. There was a sort of warmth bubbling inside of her, and Suifeng really didn’t want that happiness to bubble up.
“I’ll get the fish done, could you go pack a basket?”
Marceline rolled her eyes. “And you’re the one who proposed we be a couple” she mumbled. She took a couple steps back and wondered what was in Suifeng’s head. She was just as quick to change emotions as the vampire was at times.
"Yeah yeah" she said. She immediately started digging around in the fridge and finding things that were both red and tasty. Things they could both (hopefully) enjoy. She was surprisingly graceful for a vicious vampire. She nimbly collected and stacked everything, and then carefully started placing them in the basket.
A thought dawned on her. Did Suifeng really return her feelings? She wouldn’t ask. Marceline decided that this was a time to play games. She’d torment first and ask questions later. As usual.
All you wanted to do was get home. Was that too much to ask? Was that an unreasonable request? Was this punishment for the constant failure you propagated from the very moment of your ill-fated conception and okay fuck you are not continuing down that line of thought there is no need to visualise such inappropriate things, thank you very much.
You heave an exasperated sigh, rubbing your temples and attempting to formulate a response that will not result in even more strife and pain. If, perhaps, you were higher-blooded on the scale, you would make some pretentious quip about The Imperial Condescension being the only queen you recognise, but that’s just completely disgusting.
WHAT THE FUCK EVEN IS A VAMPIRE.
You look up at the other grey-skinned creature with a dull expression. You stare that motherfucker down with the best No Time For Bullshit face you have.
AND IF YOU DON’T, WHY DID YOU BOTHER TO EVEN ENGAGE ME IN CONVERSATION?? DID I EXUDE SOME SUPERNATURAL “YEAH THIS IS TOTALLY THE ASSHOLE TO MAKE FRIENDS WITH AND DO STUPID BULLSHIT TO” AURA?
IF SO I’D APOLOGISE FOR THE MISUNDERSTANDING IF I WEREN’T THE COMPLETE OPPOSITE OF THE VERY THING I JUST SAID.
LOOK, CAN WE JUST FORGET THIS HAPPENED.
CAN WE GO OUR SEPARATE WAYS AND SPARE EACH OTHER NARY EVEN A PASSING FUCKING GLANCE FROM NOW ON?
Marceline just stared curiously at the thing as it shouted. It seemed a tad offended. She loved when she offended people. She licked her lips and relaxed, strapping the toy guitar back to her back.
"A vampire is a rad immortal being" she explained. She seemed to ignore most of it’s rant, her tone was of course casual. Calm, cool, collected. Any of those could describe Marceline. "I’m Marceline" she introduced herself, extending her hand for a shake.
As far as Ardere could remember, Marceline was the only vampire she knew of who could eat colors. So if she could eat color, did that mean Marceline was the one who pulled this prank? She wouldn’t say anything for now, that could wait until she knew if she could actually eat color or not.
“Damn scientists, I was kind of hoping to be able to fly for once.” She grinned. ”Air’s always bragging about his air-speed. Once he hurt a wing and couldn’t fly for a week. We couldn’t get him to stop complaining about it.” She fell silent. Home was awfully far away from this stupid city, even if most of the human population back home were trying to kill her.
Marceline sighed. One more. Just one.
"If you want, I can take you up" she said reluctantly. She pressed her feet against the ground and floated beside Ardere. "I mean you did let me ride on your back and junk" she made up for it. She was repaying a favor and that was all. Marceline had the inability to express when she cared for people, usually. Suifeng had been a rare exception, since she just got so angry…she just. Ugh! Marceline clenched her fists and smiled down at the dragon. Just repaying a favor.
She followed her, amused. ”So I can eat colors? What colors do you eat? Is this a normal thing for vampires?” This was odd, but she was glad to know she didn’t have to worry about actually drinking blood.
A sudden thought occurred to her. ”Can I fly?”
Marceline laughed at the collection of questions.
"You can eat one. Red. And no, we have to hope your maker eats colors" she explained. Only some vampires could eat colors, no one’s sure how it started.
"No, you can’t fly" she said. "Hive is too much of a butt to let people keep powers, remember?"
“Sure.” It would give her a chance to pick Marceline’s brain about being a vampire. ”So why did you want to know my favorite color?”
"You said you didn’t want to eat people" she said, beginning to walk towards the apartment building. Colors had become a great quench for her thirst for blood. Of course from time to time she could be found sinking her teeth in to a human. It was rare though. "I’m gonna feed you colors until we know what kind of junk your body is in to" she said. She once met a vampire who could sustain himself on the color silver. Though, he also had a rad addiction to poisons. He’d down arsenic as though it were a tasteful liquor.
"We’ll start with orange"
“I’ve already died once,” Ardere replied, smiling ruefully. ”And you have a good point.”
Favorite color? She thought for a moment. ”Orange. Like a really intense sunset orange.”
Marceline made no comment on Ardere’s death. Most people didn’t like talking about dying or death, apparently it depresses mortals.
"Alright" Marceline thought for a moment. "You feel like having a sleep over?" she asked.
((Annnd back from my brief hiatus! I will slowly be getting to replies on Marcy and Ammy, if I end up missing you, let me know.))
((um. um. ammy owes one to obs. I’ll reblog it up. o/))
((I always end up owing you replies, I’m sorry. I promise I don’t forget obs!))
“The whole human-vampire thing, or the scars?” Ardere looked away. ”Apparently something called a ‘magic anon’ made it so I’m stuck in human form, and a vampire, until Friday. The scars, they’re old.” No one had ever called her human form hot, except to jest about the whole elemental thing. It was odd, but not unwelcome.
She shrugged, then looked back at Marceline. ”Do I actually have to eat people?”
"It’s not so bad being dead, you know" she stuck her tongue out. It’d be nice to not be the only real vampire here. "Have you seen me eat anyone since I’ve been here?" she asked. Of course, she was capable of ripping someone in half and devouring most of their organs but that wasn’t really her style. At least not in meal choices.
"What’s your favorite color?"