Really? Still going strong? Well alright then…Kudos…
Ace hated humans. He hated every single one, regardless of age, gender, affiliation, none of it mattered. He hated them all, equally. Even more than he hated his father.
So being trapped on a ship stocked FULL of the hateful race pisses him off. The only thing that ticked him off more than simply being around human pirates was the fact that one of them SPOKE his language. The language he had an innate knowledge of due to his biology that only he and his brothers should know.
Therefore Ace thought he had plenty of reasons to burn down the ship with no hesitance. But he didn't, because he'd never heard anyone besides his brother speak Mythikós.
That was probably why he wasn't expecting Sabo's voice yelling his name all of a sudden. HE was too engrossed in the strange old voice that was speaking Mythikós.
But regardless of his expecting it or not, Ace reacted almost instantly. He flared up his tail, eating some of the deck around him to make the flames hotter than they usually would be.
If he could consume enough resources then he could melt part of the bars surrounding him.
Doing so was almost second nature to him at this point so he looked to the skies for his brother without worrying about concentrating on feeding.
Never had Ace ever been so glad to see his brother's mixed blue plumage in his life. And there were some pretty close calls.
The setting sun hit his wings and talons in just such a way that Sabo looked positively terrifying.
Ace loved the sight.
Still eating the wood, the freckled Mythical started to climb the iron bars, shuddering as he devoured a particularly large plank of wood. The sudden burst of energy from the wood started to change his tail from the usual oranges and reds to blues and whites.
Hotter fires were good.
Well for destruction, not so much for Ace's mentality. Eating with his tail often gave him a sort of euphoria that he couldn't control. Which is why he tried not to do it often, preferring actual food, but he was desperate and in a cage.
The humans were not quite freaking out but plenty of them were yelling in common. Specifically he heard one of them say something about a bola thrower and another one yelled for a rifle.
At that point instinct was driving Ace, so, disregarding possible effects of doing it again, he opened his mouth and sang.
The song of Destruction and Confusion twisted and turned through the crowd, harshly grabbing ears and causing several of the humans to go down. Some were completely out but others were in a state of continual pain.
But Ace forgot something important about his songs…
They affect everyone, no matter who Ace was actually aiming for.
The Gorgόna watched in absolute pain as Sabo's flight path faltered and he started to go down.
Immediately Ace cut himself off and his brother righted his path, as Ace grabbed on to the top bars of the cage.
Ace's tail was still connected to the deck by his eating but he pushed himself to reach his arm through the bars for his brother.
He might be able to melt the bars to let him through if Sabo could get close enough.
"Ace!"
Sabo's yell was filled with terror and the Gorgόna wasn't quite sure why. Sure he was being held captive by human pirates but his harpy brother knew how dangerous Ace could be.
Then he saw Sabo's trajectory and knew that even though the harpy had corrected his flying, he was still way off course.
Sabo's talons were going to cut off Ace's arm if he stayed where he was. His brother wasn't terrified for him, but of himself who was on the path to hurt Ace.
Disregarding any pain it could cause him, Ace released his strong grip on the horizontal bars and dropped to the still burning deck.
The impact caused the Gorgόna to let out a shriek as he curled inward, tail covering his head protectively.
Good thing he instinctively covered himself too, because only a few short seconds' later pieces of the cage dropped on him, torn apart by Sabo's sharp talons.
To be completely honest, before Ace properly met Sabo he had a very serious fear of harpies, and it was entirely due to their talons which were sharpened especially to cut through just about everything.
"Sabo!" Ace cried out as he saw his brother falter again; most likely due to toxic thoughts than anything physically damaging.
"Oi oi! Knock it off you flying demon!" One of the humans yelled out, the one who called Sabo weird.
Ace immediately hissed before flinging his tail out of his curl, aiming a tentacle of fire at the entirely rude human, scratching his back slightly on the charred deck as he spun his body.
A satisfying yelp reached his sensitive ears and Ace couldn't help but smirk as he slammed his tail onto the deck, launching himself towards the hole Sabo had made in his cage.
Without thinking Ace stopped feeding on the deck, figuring he had enough juice to make it above the cage and into an easier position for Sabo to swing by and grab him.
But he misjudged something. He was barely halfway out when his tail flickered and terror gripped Ace's heart as he was stuck halfway out of the horrible horrible cage.
His tail couldn't go out. It couldn't. He would die.
He shot a pleading glance at Sabo and was greeted with a determined one in return. Ace lifted his arm again, bracing for the jolt when Sabo seemed to freeze in midflight, the only part of him still moving was his wings.
Ace let out a cry, not understanding why his brother wasn't saving him, when he realized that Sabo was looking past him.
Turning his head quickly, Ace understood why Sabo was so scared.
There was a sphere of sea water hanging over the cage Ace was in. His heart thumped in fear and he looked back at his brother. Sabo was shaking his head and moving his mouth.
"ΟΧΙ ΟΧΙ ΟΧΙ! Μην το κάνεις αυτό! Παρακαλώ! (No no no! Don't do that! Please!)" The blond cried out, his feathers twitching in the wind as he flapped but that was the only movement he made.
"Θα πάμε να τον σκοτώσει! (You're going to kill him!)" Sabo screamed and Ace let out a mournful cry, the sadness of the thought of leaving his brothers behind taking over his song.
"Bring Luffy back and we'll let him go, yoi!"
Ace bristled at the thought of being used as a bargaining chip for his baby brother. But his fear of the water hanging over him overrode the anger.
He begged Sabo with his song to let him die. To not risk Luffy's freedom for something so inane as Ace's life.
"Μπορείτε βρώμικο βρώμικο αναζητούν νερό! Ελπίζω ότι η All-One καταστρέφει το πλοίο σκλαβώσει σας! (You dirty filthy water seekers! I hope the All-One destroys your slaving ship!)"
"Δεν είμαστε δουλεμπόρους- (We aren't slavers-)"
"ΨΕΜΑΤΑ! (LIES!)" Sabo squawked, his anger boiling over. "Όταν επιστρέψω θα Μακάρι να μην είχε! (When I come back you will wish I hadn't!)"
Ace's heart shattered as he realized he brother was choosing the Gorgόna's life over Luffy's freedom.
He opened his mouth and screamed. No song, no ulterior motive, just the pain of loss; of knowing that his brother would do anything to save him, whether that involves their youngest or not. Ace is stuck on a ship full of human pirates while his brothers are both out there trying to save him.
They would be risking their lives for his and he knew he wasn't worth it. So he released his pain the only way he knew how, screaming and holding on to the broken bars even as his tail flickered; which only served to remind him that Sabo's arrival at his volcano had interrupted his only meal of the day.
Seconds later, Ace was falling again and everything was fading to black.
WHO! ELSE! LOVES! LINES!
Marco sighed unhappily as he exited the stairway leading up to the deck from the bunks below. His first look on the new day greeted him with the sight of the still passed out form of the Gorgόna; which only served to bring up the memory of Pops scolding him yesterday.
How was he supposed to know that Gorgόna's die if touched by water?
Marco had no idea what a Gorgόna even was before yesterday, let alone the fact that threatening one with water was essentially a declaration of war. Clearly the harpy knew about that cultural fact, if his reaction said anything about it.
The first mate let out another sigh before he could stop it and headed over to the ship's newest addition. There was nothing better to do besides wait for it – him – to wake up to apologize. Marco didn't want to declare war; he just wanted the harpy to stop and to have Luffy back so he could save his old man.
Another sigh escaped Marco's lips as he slumped down next to the cage. Hopefully the Gorgόna wouldn't barbeque him on sight and they could talk a bit, maybe find out what the Mythical needed as far as food went. Namur was partial to fish and so was Luffy so maybe the new guest had a preference as well.
Placing his head on his knees, Marco thought about yesterday, after the attack on the Moby.
The Gorgόna – Ace, his mind supplied readily – slammed into the deck really hard, and his tail went from blazing hot blues and whites back to warm oranges and reds. It was strange to say the least. But then so was lifting the Mythical, who was surprisingly light, and moving him to the only spare cage they had.
The kid was practically catatonic, didn't even twitch as Marco moved him. But the damage that was revealed from under his body, well, it made Marco want to wake the Gorgόna up and yell at him.
The deck was scorched. There were a few chunks of the planks missing, and practically all the wood inside the cage was a dark black spot of burnt.
It also didn't ease any pain when he noticed the spots of blood that had somehow survived the blaze, or the fact that the Mythical–Ace, dammit–'s back was shredded pretty badly. Marco wanted to get a medic to check him over but didn't want to take the risk of Ace waking and hurting one of the crew.
Maybe Marco was a bit biased.
Ace, the most interesting Mythical he'd had ever seen in his life, was dangerous, and had proven, twice now, that he had no problem attacking the Moby and the people inhabiting it. Perhaps if they had met the Gorgόna under better circumstances they might have started off as friends instead of enemies.
At least he could try and fix this.
Marco scratched the back of his head and sighed again. He had to stop doing that, Thatch would call him old again if he were around to hear the sounds.
Just as the first mate was about to abandon his brief post in search of some food, he heard some soft shuffling, and what sounded like a really light whimper?
Turning to the side, Marco couldn't stop his eyes from widening as Ace started to move his body. It was a sensual move, very similar to beached merpeople, always swinging their tail first then working up to their shoulders.
The movement really didn't stop the blond from appreciating the Mythical's physical attributes. He really was attractive, if probably a bit young looking for Marco…well, compared to Marco.
Ugh. He had more class than to admire a person who was for all intents and purposes, both knocked out and technically a prisoner.
This whole situation was beyond messed up.
Marco didn't move, even as he watched as Ace's eyes blinked open slowly, his tail of lovely fire flickering left and right as he seemed to come to terms with his location.
Of course, it also seemed like the Mythical had forgotten that he was captured, and continued to stretch his arms, shoulders, and back rather languidly. Which only served to accentuate those toned as all get out muscles…and All-One help him. Marco was really appreciative of the Gorgόna's body…
Unfortunately, all good things come to an end.
It seems like Ace had fully woken up and realized just where he was. Because now his eyes were wide open, his lips were pulled back to bare his sharp pointy teeth, his long ears were pulled back, and his tail was now thrashing widely.
Marco had barely a second to duck the wave of fire that came right for his head.
He could have sworn that he saw his life flash before him, but it's also possible that it was just the sudden fire aiming for him. Hallucinations, or something.
"Woah, kid, calm down, yoi." The blond flinched a bit as he realized that that was probably the worst thing he could have said in this moment.
And to prove him correctly, Ace was now staring at him with narrowed eyes, the slitted pupils reminding Marco of a stand-off between a snake and its prey…not a good comparison, because in that situation the blond was the prey, and there were few things he hated more than being in a weak position.
Ace was opening his mouth, probably to rip Marco a new asshole, but said man stopped the Gorgόna before he could even utter a single sound.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that…just don't like fire coming towards me, yoi."
The Mythical snapped his jaw shut, sharp teeth clinking together and causing Marco to realize, again, just how dangerous the kid really was; or at least the fact that he had a lot more built in weapons than most were blessed with.
But instead of the words calming Ace down like he thought it would, it seemed to make him more agitated than he was.
"Είστε ζητώντας συγνώμη για το λάθος πράγμα , την ελευθερία κλέπτης! (You are apologizing for the wrong thing, freedom stealer!)"
The growl and the musically harsh sounding language should have scared Marco, or at least set off his sense of self-preservation, but for some reason he was still calm. A look helped him understand that even though Ace was dangerous, and could kill him in seconds, he was still a trapped creature that craved freedom, deserved freedom.
"I'm sorry we had to put you in a cage, yoi."
Marco couldn't stop the words from spilling out, and he barely stopped his instant response of wanting to slap his hands over his mouth. He really was sorry that the free creature was in a cage, but he wanted to work up to the apology, not just blurt it out when Ace was probably threatening him.
Of course, the bewildered look that the Mythical threw out him might have made it worth the word vomit. When he wasn't looking like he wanted to eat them all for breakfast, Ace looked a little bit more innocent.
"Πώς μπορείτε να ξέρετε τι έλεγα ? Είσαι όπως και τα άλλα τρώγων land ? Ξέρετε Mythikós, καθώς και ?! ΠΟΛΙΤΙΣΜΟΣ ΚΛΕΦΤΗΣ ! (How do you know what I was saying? Are you like the other land eater? Do you know Mythikós as well?! CULTURE THIEF!)"
Once again, Marco was stunned by the almost haunting language. But then, he must have done something with his apology that pissed the Gorgόna off. Or was it his posture? Could Gorgόna get angry by someone's posture? Was that a thing?
"You're language is really quite beautiful."
Marco looked right into Ace's eyes this time, and he had the pleasure of seeing the red rise to his dark tan cheeks, and the blond almost grinned at the sight. Nothing is more attractive than an attractive person blushing, in his opinion.
"Stop."
This time it wasn't the oddly fascinatingly rhythmic language of the Gorgόna that Ace spoke. It was common, and like last time, it sounded a bit accented, like he had problems pronouncing the words. Which seems a bit impossible, but Marco grew up with common and only common, who was he to judge how difficult it was to speak it or not.
"Stop what, yoi?"
Well, if the attractive youth was going to talk to him, he might as well provide some conversation.
"Stop saying things!" the Gorgόna flicked his tail again, curling it up around him.
The tail was rather fascinating. Made of fire, and therefore intangible, but it had to have some sort of muscle or skeleton underneath, otherwise it wouldn't be so solid. And it wouldn't be able to slap the deck like it does.
"You want me to stop talking, yoi?"
Marco would be lying if he said he wasn't amused. It seemed like Ace rarely talked to people he hadn't met before, and didn't know how to go about taking a compliment. Either that, or Marco had somehow insulted him, again, and the Gorgόna was trying to be subtle about it.
"ΝΑΊ! YES!" Ace's voice rose as he seemed to both scoot closer and further away from the place Marco had claimed as his by the cage. Maybe it was a trick of the tail's heat?
"Why?"
Let it be said that Marco is an older sibling, he knows how annoying his younger siblings can be, and he knows how to emulate them in the way that can be the most aggravating. Thank you, Thatch.
"BECAUSE! YOU TOOK LUFFY! YOU HAD HIM IN A TANK ON YOUR SHIP! YOU WERE GOING TO USE HIM TO FIND THE FOUNTAIN LIKE ALL YOU HEARTLESS δουλεμπόρους (SLAVERS) DO! WE SAVED HIM! BUT NOW YOU ARE USING ME AS COLLATERAL! SO THAT ONE OF MY BROTHERS HAS TO CHOOSE BETWEEN MY LIFE AND LUFFY'S FREEDOM! HOW DARE YOU?!"
Marco was a bit in awe, and shock, at the vision Ace presented. He looked like an avenging demon, his tail flaring between reds and blues, and his face warped into one of horrifying anger. The first mate really needed to stop being attracted to dangerous people.
"We weren't using him, yoi."
Let it be said that Marco could remain calm in many situations, regardless of the fact that there were peoples involved that could kill him in a single move.
The Gorgόna opened his mouth, no doubt to sling more scathing words Marco's way, but the blond wasn't having any of it. The Mythical clearly thought the Whitebeards had taken Luffy without any thought to the merman's desires, and Marco hated it when anyone thought they would stop on anyone's consent that way.
"Stop. Let me finish."
Ace's mouth clamped shut and his tail flared a bright blue before it shifted back to reds and oranges. The Gorgόna hissed lightly, before settling awkwardly on the deck, not sitting like Luffy could, but half laying down with his arms as his only support.
Maybe his tail was more intangible than Marco had thought?
"First of all, we didn't take Luffy." Marco had to put his hand up to stop Ace from saying anything, because he clearly wanted to, and then continued.
"We found him swimming not far from his cove, yoi, the Sunny Go Island?" the Gorgόna nodded to Marco's information, and the blond smiled a bit.
"Pops just asked if Luffy would show us the way to the fountain. Pops offered up some of his adventure stories as payment, yoi. Your brother accepted, that's all there is to it. We didn't take him, we didn't force him to show us the way, we didn't do anything or say anything he didn't like, nothing like that."
The first mate quieted and just watched as Ace seemed to process everything he had just said. His freckled face spoke of hesitance and mistrust, but Marco was keeping his hopes pretty high at this point.
Maybe Gorgόnas listened to reason.
The different emotions seemed to stop flying across Ace's face, before suddenly the fiery Mythical was grabbing onto the bars that still separated them with his teeth bared and his tail slapping the deck.
"Why should I believe you, filthy δουλέμπορος (slaver), when all I have are your pretty words and the proof of my own sight? You are keeping me here to bring back my μικρός αδερφός (baby brother) by force. If what you say is the απόλυτη αλήθεια (absolute truth) then why keep me? Luffy would come back if he kept his word, and if you were talking to him you would know that. I serve no purpose here. ψεύτης, κλέφτης, απατεώνας, το πόδι περιπατητής! (Liar, thief, trickster, leg walker!)" Ace spat out with his face contorted in rage, before he flicked his tail and sent a wave of fire at Marco's body.
Said blond needed to flip backwards and roll a little to get away from this wave of death, the Gorgόna was aiming to kill, or maim, this time.
Marco was actually getting a bit angry at this point. The Mythical may have had several good points, but if Namur could tell when people were lying, then the Gorgόna should be able to too! It was a thing amongst the Mythicals; they had built in lie detectors to protect themselves. Ace was just being petty.
"I know you can tell truth from lie, so you lashing out like this is just childish! And in case you didn't notice, that male harpy brother of yours took Luffy from the ship, yoi! You are here so that he doesn't try to keep Luffy from making his way back!" the first mate flipped up to his feet, his anger simmering under his skin.
He didn't even bother to look at the Gorgόna again, to see his reaction to Marco's own logical points, as he stalked back to the door leading below deck. Breakfast was about to be served, and like hell was he going to miss a meal for a Mythical that couldn't listen to reason.
Marco really hoped that Thatch made something sweet for breakfast. After that run in he needed something to soothe his nerves and take his mind off of the unfairly attractive Gorgόna that was their new ship guest.
He didn't really stop his way to the galley, but he was obviously angry enough that his siblings managed to avoid his path the entire way there.
Slamming the door open, all the chatting in the galley ceased, and Marco was too wrapped up in fuming to notice his brothers and sisters skillfully avoiding him.
Marco was able to walk up to the line without having to talk to anyone, or have anyone ask him what had him so angry, but of course Thatch would be one of the servers, and the asshole would just have to burst his bubble of solitude.
"Woah! Bro! You look like someone took all your shirts and dyed them pink!"
"Shut it, Thatch, I'm not in the mood, yoi."
"Now now, Marco, we all know that Thatch needs a shut down every now and then, but that was a bit harsh, darling." And Izou was in his bubble too. Could he not just take a few minutes to fume? Was that too much to ask?
"Does it really look like I give a shit, Izou?" Marco hissed back, and he could tell when literally everyone present moved in shock. The first mate was quite chill, and he never mouthed off, least of all to Izou.
The okama blinked his heavily made-up eyes in shock, before they narrowed and he pulled up his top lip in a snarl.
"I have no idea what crawled into your pants this morning, Marco, but don't fucking talk to me like that, ever."
Normally, Marco would apologize for taking his anger out on Izou, but his conversation with Ace had him quite riled up, and he needed to blow off some steam. Yelling at Izou probably wasn't the best way to do that, but the man had gotten in the way of his normal target, so he really brought this on himself.
"You can't control everything on this ship, Izou, least of all me, yoi."
That was quite the low blow, everyone knew about the okama's obsession with control after his really shitty childhood. But, Marco wasn't thinking clearly, and he really wanted to get Izou angry enough to swing at him, so he could have a fight and blow off the steam that had built up.
Of course, when it comes to Izou, nothing ever works like how Marco wants it to, cause the damn okama was too fucking smart for his own good.
Instead of getting angry like Marco honestly thought he would, Izou simply and calmly analyzed Marco's current posture. The blond didn't want the okama to analyze him; he wanted the brat to take a swing!
"Thatch, I know you have some pastries back there, cough them up. Marco and I are going to have a chat about why coaxing brothers into a fight is a bad idea." Izou spoke calmly, and watched Marco with one eye as the red-head chef pouted and brought out his hidden stash of sweet baked goods.
Fuck. Marco really hated Izou's ability to be calm at the worst possible time. But he just sighed, for like the sixth time today, and followed the pretty man, knowing it would blow up in his face if he didn't.
Izou lead the first mate over to an empty table towards the back of the galley, glaring at all of the busy-bodies who were unrepentantly watching them. They quickly looked away with Izou's glare.
Marco slumped onto the bench and put his head down on the table, hoping to put off this confrontation for as long as possible. But the prettiest of the ship was hardly one for ignoring anything. So Izou just slammed the plate of pastries in front of Marco and sat on the opposite side of the table.
"Are you going to tell me why you are trying to get into a fight with me or Thatch?"
A light mumble escaped Marco's lips but he raised his head and started chomping on a strawberry Danish with gusto. He glared sideways at the wooden wall sullenly.
"That won't work with me, Marco. Talk to me, we'll stay here all fucking day if we have to."
"You can't keep me here, Izou. I know I had no right to say what I did, but I don't want to talk about it, yoi." Marco spoke quietly, locking eyes with Izou to prove his sincerity.
"Don't apologize for the results when I ask for the cause."
This was way Marco doesn't like having heart to hearts with Izou, he was like a marine with a bone, never wanted to let anything go. The blond sighed again, cursing himself as he did so.
"I really don't want to talk about it. I just wanted to let off some steam, yoi."
"And I'd like to know why you wanted to let off some steam. Specifically by making your brothers angry."
Another sigh.
"It's Ace."
"The Gorgόna?" Izou's brows furrowed, no doubt confused as to why Marco would be upset because of their new guest.
"Yeah…I went to apologize before breakfast, yoi."
"Oh? I guess it didn't go well seeing as you came right here and tried to pick a fight."
"He got angry at me for explaining why Luffy was here, how we didn't take him and was here voluntarily, yoi. But he wouldn't listen to reason, and attacked me. TWICE!" Marco angrily bit into one of Thatch's famous caramel bowties. He may have moaned a little at the taste…he never could remain angry with those damn pastries.
"So because he was being pigheaded you got angry and tried to take that out on someone completely undeserving. Yeah that makes sense, darling." Izou's deadpan face made Marco look away slightly with a look of shame.
There was a reason that Izou could get the truth out of anyone, and could shame everyone when they do something stupid. The man was just good at reading situations.
"It's sounds so stupid when you say it, yoi." Marco mumbled, grabbing another one of the bowties, while Izou laughed at him. It's not often that anyone made Marco feel like a scolded child…Pops could do it, but apparently so could Izou.
"That's because it is stupid, honey. You got all worked up by a kid, and then tried to get into a fight with two of your brothers in the stupidest way possible. You are being a dumbass." Izou took an apple Danish and bit into it viciously.
Marco winced in response.
"I am sorry about what I said, yoi. I really wasn't thinking."
"It's fine, dear, honestly. I know you'll buy me a new kimono or dress at our next stop to make it up for me, and take over my watch for the next few weeks too." Izou's smile was both scary and mocking, but Marco nodded in agreement anyway. He really knew better than to mention control to Izou.
"Now, sweetie, I'm going to tell you what you are going to do when it comes to Ace."
Marco looked at his brother with slight shock. Advice about Ace? That was not something he was expecting in the least when Izou mentioned they were going to have a chat.
"Do? I'm not going to do anything, yoi. It's obvious he hates me, so I'm just going to stay away and hope he connects to someone else on the crew. Maybe Thatch, yoi." Marco reached for another sweet, another one of the caramel bowties, when Izou smacked his reaching hand.
"That's the talk of a pouting first mate. You love fire, you love learning about any new Mythicals we come into contact with, there is no one better than you to connect with Ace."
"And how am I going to do that, Izou? I told you, he hates me, yoi." Again Marco aimed for another sweet, the special blueberry muffins, but again Izou slapped his hand away. This time the first mate glared at the pretty man, he was still distressed and he wanted his fucking sweets!
"You can have another one after you listen to me, got it?" Marco nodded sullenly, looking at the sweet pastries with want.
"Every morning, every watch, you are going to sit with Ace. You don't have to say anything, put that endless patience of yours to use, and just sit with him. If he yells at you, speak calmly, share stories, adventures of ours, yours, Pops', whatever. Connect with him. Tell him about all the Mythicals you've met and befriended."
Marco nodded and adopted a thoughtful look. That could work; establish him as a friendly force on the ship, one that would listen.
"If he asks you any questions, answer truthfully. If he wants to know about you, tell him. Don't say anything but the truth, and do it with nothing but calmness. Let him know that nothing will phase you, no matter how hard he tries to lash out."
Izou was really a genius.
"That's a good idea, Izou…what would we do without you, yoi?"
"Crash and burn, darling. Crash and burn." Izou smiled evilly before snatching one of the caramel bowties and standing.
"Make sure you get on his good side, hun. I don't like seeing you angry." The pretty man placed a light kiss on Marco's cheek before walking over to finish breakfast with Thatch, the chef eagerly grilling his boyfriend on his conversation with Marco.
With a lighter heart, the blond started eating the rest of the sweets, and started to plot the different ways to be the right kind of annoying to Ace.
He was going to enjoy this a lot more the more he thought about it. Spending extended lengths of time with a very attractive Mythical? Yeah, not really a hardship. Also, he gets to learn a little bit more about a race of Mythical he had never even knew existed. Many bright sides indeed.
Marco finished the rest of his entirely unhealthy breakfast with a wide grin.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT KNOW GREEK! I SHAMELESSLY USED GOOGLE TRANSLATE! SO IF YOU NOTICE ANYTHING WRONG PLEASE HELP ME FIX IT SO I DON'T MISREPRESENT A LANGUAGE! THANK YOU!