Fionna sprinted into Marshall's cave looking like a tornado had hit her. A tornado on fire. Burnt holes riddled her favorite outfit and her golden bangs were singed to the edge of her soot covered hat and a bruise that looked oddly like a hand was forming on her face. When Fionna finally burst through the door of Marshall's house unannounced she collapsed onto the red couch, barely noticing the lumpiness or the springs digging into her back as she huffed and puffed with a huge grin on her grimey face.

"What happened to you?" Marshall asked, mid strum and floating in the air. His straight-out-of-bed look was in full swing as he swiped uneven bangs out of his eyes. Loose grey sweats hung off of his thin waist and showed off his bare chest nicely. At least he thought he looked nice.

"I met someone." Fionna breathed out as she continued to stare off dreamily, "I met a prince, and he just seems…. ugh I can't even describe it. He's too globing perfect." She trailed off with that stupid grin on her face.

Marshall stiffened at her words, not wanting his little bunny to be taken from him again. Oh just fucking great, another Gumwad I have to cheer her up about every time the stupid son of a bitch rejects her.

"Who was it? And what happened to your face?" Marshall poked her cheek to try and get her mind off of the prince that was stealing from a king.

"His name is Flame Prince and he is the prince of the Fire Kingdom. So I was feeling real sad about PG and Cake went to the Fire Kingdom to try and…." yada, yada, yada, blah, blah, blah. Marshall zoned out until Fionna lowered her voice to mimic this 'Flame Prince' and lowered her voice, "...and he was all 'Do like me?', or something like that, and I was like 'Yes' and he got really confused and he thought I was yanking his heart guts and then he slapped me and -"

"WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT DID HE DO!?" Marshall was fully out of his daze now while he leaning over Fionna with burning red demon eyes.

"H-he hit me. That's how I got the burn and the bruise." Fionna trailed off as Marshall began to seethe with anger. Nobody could hurt his bunny like that. Fucking nobody. "Hey, Marsh, calm down. It's no biggy really." She tried to place a hand on his shoulder but he shook it off quickly.

"No biggy, Fionna! He hit you, if you hadn't noticed! No man should ever hit a girl, it's against the rules of living!" Marshall continued to float angrily back and forth around his living room.

"You've hit me, Marshall, if you need reminding." Fionna retorted standing angrily with a hand on her hip and a pissed expression on her heart shaped face.

"That's different, Fionna, I'm just screwing around with you, and I certainly never leave bruises like that." Marshall ran a hand, frustratedly, through his already messy hair while he landed on the floor and approached Fionna in a flash and gritted out, "Please don't go back. He's just going to keep hurting you."

"Are you saying that I can't take care of myself? That I can't make decisions on my own?" when no answer came she continued in a huff, "Well Marshall, I can sure as glob make this decision on my own, I don't need your shitty help making it." She stormed to the door and began to open it before a long fingered hand caught her elbow in a ruff grip.

"Fine, leave for all I care. But don't come crying to me when he hurts you and tears your heart to shredes." Marshall regretted the harsh words before they even left his mouth but regretted them even more when he saw the tremble of her delicate lip and the tears that began to streak down her face, "Wait-fuck-I didnt mean-"

"Yes you did, Marshall Lee, so don't try to deny it. And I'll do you one better, how about I never talk to you again. Yes, that seems fair to me." Fionna and her singed bunny hat finally made it out of Marshall's house, leaving him in the wake of her anger.

"Wait, Fionna-" he trailed off not knowing how to end the sentence without leaving her in more tears and possibly pushing her away for good. Her bright blue orbs glistened as more tears made their way down her face while leaving tracks in the soot and grime. She continued to wait expectantly before Marshall lost his courage and straightened before speaking icily, not wanting to show her that he only wanted to slump in a corner, "Don't' forget to put cyclops tears on the burns or else they might scar and call Cake to come pick you up, there's a huge storm and I don't want you to get hurt." The last sentence held the weight of the world in meaning but Fionna still wouldn't-couldn't-understand. Marshall didn't think she ever would.

"Anything else you want to say," she asked defiantly.

I love you. Don't leave. He could hurt you. I hate that stupid fucking Flame Prince. Other more vulgar and desperate thoughts ran through Marshall's head but he only shook his head before she turned and left. He wanted to call out to her and take her into his arms and apologize for every horrible thing he had said but only turned to re-entered his house and slammed the door behind him.

A buzzing started in his pocket but he just picked up his bass instead and began to strum absent mindedly. Probably just a pissed off Cake, he thought bitterly, not who I really want to talk to. The song forming from his mood sounded too forced and robotic.

Marshall just fucking hated it all. He hated being in love. He hated that he was in love with her. He hated that he couldn't tell her how he felt, in words or song.

He especially hated them. The only two men in all of Aaa that got to say that Fionna the Human, the Brave, the Beautiful, had fallen in love with them. The only two men in Aaa that got to say that she was theirs. But she was supposed to be his and only his, not Gumwad's or Flame Prick's. Fionna the Human was supposed to be Marshall Lee the Vampire King's, son of a demon and heir to the throne of the Nightosphere. You're just too chicken to tell her, a small part of him said.

"Shut up." He growled and Marshall grabbed the neck of his axe bass and swung it hard against the wall, leaving a diagonal hole the size of his arm. He growled more and floated to his cellar.

Piled in a corner were old band posters that he used to cover the many holes that riddled his walls. Marshall ended up having to tug out two posters for the large cut. As he pulled them out, the few left over tipped over to reveal a dusty old refrigerated wine rack that looked to be completely depleted. Marshall got curious and opened it up with a puff a dust to the face along with chilly air the scent of old wood and good wine. Two very large bottles were left and he picked them to see that they were not bottles of wine but bottles of very expensive whiskey, the kind that could get you black-out drunk with only a few sips. Marshall quickly put them back and shut the door firmly before placing more stuff in front of the glass doors.

Out of sight, out of mind, he thought with finality as he picked up the posters and headed back to his living room to cover up the hole. Marshall finished stapling and glanced around the poster covered walls of his living room. He sighed and floated up to bead room only to be greeted with more posters and more reminders of Fionna. He was in deep shit, even thinking her name sent shivers down his back and Marshall growled at his own weakness. He should just call her and apologize. But, no. He needed for her to cool off so that she would be ready to accept his apology.

Marshall had to get his mind off of a certain person, and knew it would be a difficult task. Most of the holes were caused by him trying to get his mind off of her. He had tried everything in his little house to get his mind off of her, but everything seemed to be tainted by memories of her.

Shooting darts while laughing with her.

Amazing jam sessions with her where he felt the closest to her.

Watching movies with her warmth next to him, sending waves of electricity through him.

Playing cards and cheating because he loved it when her eyebrows scrunched in anger.

Pixie hunting with her.

Dungeon crawling.

Pre-war history.

Everything. Every fucking thing she had ever even touched or looked at was tainted by her.

Marshall growled and clenched his fist but stopped it just centimeters from his wall. He needed to do something new. Something she had never done and he had never done with her. The two whiskey bottles in the cellar below flashed before his closed eyes. Daring him to drown his thoughts and feelings in their mind numbing bliss.

Yes, he thought and slowly began to float to the door, mind numbing bliss.

No Marshall don't do this, a second - much more annoying - part of his mind said, You know how you get when you're drunk. Don't do it. You could hurt Fionna. Her name was like cold water running down his back and snapped Marshall out of his daze just inches from opening the cellar door. He couldn't put Fionna in that kind of danger. Marshall was a very unpredictable drunk and he couldn't put her in that kind of danger. Especially if it would be her that would be called to some village to save them from a raging drunk Vampire King.

The bottles flashed before Marshall's eyes once again but he shook off the strong temptation to yank open the doors to the cellar and drowning himself in throat-burning bliss. He needed to get out of here.

Marshall sped back into his house and pulled on his gloves and big floppy hat before snatching an umbrella and his axe and speeding out of his cave. The sun was just rising over the top of a hill but he couldn't stop now to enjoy the beauty that he so rarely got to see. Another few seconds and the giant tree-house was in full view.

Marshall needed to apologize or the guilt and longing would kill him.