Marco Week Day 1: Siblings / Fairy Tale AU (Hansel and Gretel)

(Started yesterday on October 2nd, so next one up soon)

Enjoy!

Want Some Candy?

"I can't believe you got us lost, yoi!" The voice comes out from a young boy with blond hair in that of a star as hair flipped out, also giving the misconception of being like a pineapple's leaves.

"Did not! Izo gave me the map!" The complaint is returned by a boy with auburn hair spiking up everywhere and holding a paper. "Stole it from Pops' stash!" A proud look beams from him, amber eyes burning for the job well done by their sister.

"Thatch, we are lost."

"Are not, Marco!"

The two continue to argue while waving arms around, something expected from a couple of ten-year-olds. As they couldn't agree, they stop as Marco blows the other off with arms crossed and facing away with a scowl on his face, blue eyes hiding behind lids. Thatch gives a few words that would have their older sister, Maybelle, smack him if she heard, before going back to the map and glancing around. The sun was starting to go down and he really didn't want to have to admit that they were lost, the map not being clear as they strayed too far from their initial starting point.

"Fine, which way?" Thatch finally gives in and sees Marco tilt his head and give a smirk.

"Good, follow me. I have been keeping track of which way the home is, which is to the North, yoi." A finger points out to a way, not nearly where Thatch thought to go, and they began trailing on. Thatch jokes around as they move along at a quickened pace, but not too much to overexert themselves.

"What's that?" Thatch points off to the side as he notices of a cabin in the woods, smoke billowing from a chimney.

"A cabin, obviously. Let's continue on…" Marco mentions, not liking the spark in amber eyes and how feet began steering away. "Come on, Thatch. We don't have much time to get home as it is, yoi. Stop adding onto that time line."

"Shush, pineapple. Let me have my fun!" Thatch gives a mischievous grin and is already sprinting off towards the home.

Marco groans, but follows regardless with a hand rubbing to his face, not understanding why he was the only sensible sibling their age. Thatch is giving muffled giggles as he moves along and soon stops to the fencing, old and worn with chips in the wood. Confusion is showing with curiosity as he gazes upon the home, seeing as there is candy lingering around the window, seeming to be cooling. His mouth waters, smelling of a pie being cooked, a pecan one at that, and there was a scent of apple as well.

"Alright, you see it, let—Thatch!" Marco hisses as his brother jumps over the fence easily and is moving up to the cabin. A noise of soft complaint leaves Marco, but continues to follow as he doesn't like to leave the other by himself—who knows what trouble he will cause. "Thatch, come on!" The harsh whisper is leaving Marco as he follows behind the other to the window that his brother was attracted to.

"It looks so good!" Thatch mentions with a grin and sees a glare from his brother, making him lightly whine. "Okay, okay…" As they are about to leave, the door opens and they are stunned to the spot as a woman steps out with a look in their direction. A smile pulls to her face, Thatch giving a nervous one in return at being caught and Marco is already sputtering.

"We are so sorry for intruding! It smelled good, but we didn't dare touch, yoi!" Marco speaks out quickly, though he was hardly attracted to the smell, and notices a giggle leave the woman as she wipes floured hands to her apron.

"Nonsense, you boys are probably famished to be attracted by the smell alone. Please! Come in for a treat!" Warm honeyed eyes are gazing to them, the boys looking to each other before Thatch is grinning and grabbing to his brother.

"We would love to!" Thatch responds before Marco could protest and they are easily let in.

Marco had never been a sweet tooth, liking it on a small occasion, but rarely got something. So, he merely watched his brother chow down and it was like a dream for Thatch. They were chattering and the nice woman gave them drinks and food, claiming to stay the night as it was late, but Marco kindly declined. As he was getting up to leave, he realized his body was stuck and felt something tighten around his waist.

"Gaaahh!" Marco felt his whole chair be yanked back, startling Thatch as he watched his brother being pulled from the chair and tossed into a bird like cage. As he stammers to get up to help, amber eyes drooped and he stammers with trying to gather himself. "Thatch! Thatch! Run!" Marco yells, almost screams, as the woman is moving to grab at his brother and the boiling pot blue eyes can see from his spot in the room behind the woman and his brother doesn't settle well. "Thatch!" He screams as vines of sorts is wrapping around his sedated brother, having too much sweets and food to eat.

Marco's screams are on deaf ears as tears streak his face and can only watch in horror.