I think I met this girl a few months back.
She's pretty cool. Fionna, I think?
Yeah. Fionna.
I visit her from time to time. Mostly to make sure she was treating my old house alright.
Fionna hated the grief I gave her over everything, but that made it much more fun to come by.
"Marshall I swear, this house is fine." Fionna told me. I over-did a speculating look, studying the room around me. Making an attempt to look seriously disappointed.
"I don't know, Fionna..." I told her, swiping my finger across a shelf. Pretending the dust on it was a devestating problem. I glanced to the blonde adventurer, she was biting her lip in anticipation. Hoping I was pleased with what she had done with my old home. I held back a chuckle.
"Hmmmmm..." I mumbled loud enough for her to hear me, causing her to stress even further. "Alright, you pass..." I stated, releasing that strict act.
Fionna sighed in relief, and my mischief had to interfere, "... For now."
She immediately stiffened again, glancing around the room for anymore errors she might've missed. I think I might've messed with her a bit too much.
"Relax, Fi. I'm only messing with you." I floated above her couch, a teasing smirk across my face. Fi's cheeks flushed up a bit from that, becoming a cherry pink.
She hung her head, hoping I didn't see that, but it was too obvious. "Oh Fionna!" I feigned worry, as she looked back up to me, her face still very red. "Are you sick?" I asked, raising my cold blue hand to her forehead. Fionna's baby-fat cheeks raised in not only tempature, but color, too.
"I think you have a fever!" I stated, knowing full well what as actually going on. Fionna wasn't sure what to do, and could only whisper unintelligible things in protest. I got my face closer to hers, hoping to look troubled as possible. By now, her face was as red as a tomato.
And I couldn't hold it in anymore. I burst out laughing, pulling myself up into the air to let the rumbles of laughter tumble out of my system. I couldn't tell if the blushing now was from anger, or from being embarassed. Either way, she began to wave her ruby sword at me frantically. She missed every swing, which only made me chuckle harder.
"Marshall you butt!" Fionna stated in frustration.
Yeah, she's definately worth hanging around.
This is just a series of short fic's I made xD
How must Marshall feel since he's gonna loose Fionna at some point due to his immortality?
But, to explain, this is Marshall's view throughout Fionna's life. (There's no way I'll be able to go through every year, but I'm doing the important points in Fionna's life. )