Hanging and Stuff
Marshall Lee was intelligent. He had lived for over a thousand years; he had better have some kind of intelligence after that amount of time. But he wasn't always…smart. This is to say, although he could outwit many opponents, he had quickly stumped himself on this venture.
The Vampire King had kidnapped Fionna the Adventuress, and it had seemed so easy to keep her with him. But now he had run into a strange obstacle. He had not planned on what to do with her while he held the girl in captivity.
So they did a range of activities. From hours spent watching the television to jamming out in the living room, the two friends found themselves occupying all of one another's time all day and night, pausing little to sleep or eat. To be frank, Fionna seemed to honestly be enjoying herself.
Of course, the lack of planning for doings wasn't the only obstacle on Marshall's path. One can only go so many days without washing a set of clothing, so Fionna was forced to wear one of Marshall's hoodies and a pair of his shorts while she waited for her clothes to be clean and dry. Which Marshall wasn't very quick in doing. What can he say, he's a lazy slob.
It was late in the evening of their third day together. It was raining outside, in a way. Although Marshall's house was in a cave, there was more than one hole in the ceiling of the rock, and when it rained the water came down in heavy sheets wherever there was so much as a crack. The pair had been lying sprawled out on Marshall's living room floor, both just looking intently at the ceiling. They had been this way for a while, just lost in their thoughts. Fionna was the first to break the silence.
"So…Marshall. Why did you kidnap me again?" They both continue to look at the ceiling, and Marshall chews on the question for a moment. He isn't sure what to say.
"Who said that I needed a reason?" He smirks into the darkness, the ringing sound of thunder in the distance permeating the house. Fionna puts on a frown, but doesn't say anything for a moment.
"Marshall Lee, will you ever give me a straight answer about anything?" The blonde rolled onto her stomach, and put her chin on her hands. She looked at her pale friend quietly, intently.
"Maybe I will, and maybe I won't. Guess you'll have to stick around and find out." The vampire smirked, also rolling over, but floating several inches above the carpet. After a moment, when Fionna hadn't let her eyes off of him, he rocked back into a sitting position. His face darkened.
"What's wrong?" The younger of the two spoke.
"Nothing…why are you staring? I feel like you're staring into my brain Fi." He said it flatly, but he felt awkward. What the hell? He wanted her with all his being, and her captivity was proof of that, but he couldn't stand up to her stare? What was wrong with him?
"Come on dude, I can't just look at you? You scared of me?" It came out playfully, but there was a hint of seriousness in her voice. Glob, it really was like she was looking into his mind. It really didn't help that she was wearing his sweatshirt, it was so huge on her…damn, he could hardly pay attention to his own thoughts. He played with a couple of answers before he finally quit trying to give her one that sounded right.
"I'm not scared of you! I'm just not used to this kind of attention…" His voice trailed off, alarm bells in his head ringing. That was not the right thing to say, that was going into muddy water there. Fionna perked up immediately upon hearing this. It was as if she had heard a noise, but she only looked more intently at him. A smile played across her lips, and Marshall found himself staring at them for perhaps too long.
"This kind of attention? Marshall Lee, I've been to your concerts, you've got people looking at you for hours at a time! And it's just me after all. What's your deal?" She had scooted herself over to his side by then, the closeness apparent when Marshall found he could see the individual hairs in her eyebrows.
He faltered. Talking about feelings had never been the pale man's strong suit. And the only person he had ever discussed any feelings with was Gumball, that sickeningly sweet royal. They were bros, and he could have an honest talk with the pink prince, but even then it was something difficult to do. And Fionna…well his feelings were a bit muddled about her anyways.
"Well…uh…let's not talk about it, ok? Let's just talk about something else." His deflection fails.
"Nuh uh dude. Not happening. Spill it." She was adamant. But so was he. And he was the king.
"Forget it, I'm not saying anything." He looked serious, but so did she. Then she smiled. That smile that meant she'd had an idea.
It took her only a moment to pounce on him, flattening him to the floor. In his surprise Marshall had no time to stop her. The blonde girl sat on his stomach, hands on his shoulders. Her face was close to his, and he could feel her breath. She smiled a toothy grin at him. His look of surprise and discomfort made her giggle.
Marshall Lee is many things. Possessive, withdrawn, quick to anger, eager to trick others, a vampire. He is all of these things, but he is not a coward. And in this moment of clarity, he decides that he has been cowardly. And it is time to end it.
He reaches up and puts his hands on her back, pulling her down. Before she can react, he's kissing her. And something like a beast in his mind howls in victory.
