As the group dispersed, Bonnibel and Finn to their room and Marshall running after Fionna, Bubba and Marceline were left alone in the hall. The air grew thick with the blatant awkwardness one could have cut with a knife. The vampire glanced at the candy prince through her eyelashes. He refused to meet her eyes and coughed awkwardly. Grinning, Marceline began walking away, forcing herself to keep her view on the path before her. She was about to leave the armory when a soft pink hand grabbed her shoulder.
"Wait…"
Prince Gumball spun her quickly into his arms, a talent he perfected as a child. Slightly dizzy, Marceline looked up into his face, her eyes unconsciously sparkling. He gulped tightly.
Marceline was sure that if she had a heart, it would be pounding.
"Marceline, I know that you probably have had tons of boyfriends before me and feelings for other people and I've had a few girlfriends as well, I just really wanted you to, oh Glob how do I say this, know that my feelings, ok let me start over. Marceline I really like you and I think you are one of the most amazing people I have ever met, and I really have absolutely no idea what to say."
She smiled slowly and placed a hand on his cheek. "Bubba…"
"Excuse me, Milady, your presence is, er, requested by your mother." A small demon shifted from foot to foot, anxiously wringing his hands. Marceline groaned and let her head fall against Bubblegum's shoulder.
"I'll be back," she murmured into his neck, "then you can finish what you were saying before."
He nodded, gulping loudly again. Marceline tossed a grin back at him and followed the demon down the hall. When they were far enough away, Bubba let a gust of a sigh out and fell limply against the wall.
Meanwhile, outside of Fionna's room, Marshall had his head pressed against the wood, fists clenched and voice hoarse from calling to her.
"Fionna… Please… Just…Let me explain." He choked on a sob. "God…I swear, I didn't mean to let this happen. I was planning on telling you… Fionna… Please open the door…" he was unable to keep this sob down. Slowly, he knelt to ground as tears streamed from his eyes.
As softly as a feather landing, the door inched open and a pair of blue eyes stared out at him. "Are you alone?" He stared at her, not comprehending her question. She sighed and grabbed his arm, pulling him in.
He caught himself before falling to the floor. Fionna had run back to the bed, leaving him staring into the dark near the door.
With a low sigh, Marshall walked over to the bed and sat next to the human. She stiffened when his hand touched her shoulder, but with a shuddering moan, she crawled into his lap and curled against his chest. Gentle sobs shook her and he held her closer, murmuring gentle words of comfort. "Marshall I don't know what to do or what to think I'm so freaking confused, oh Glob darn it all," her mumbled tirade went on for a few moments until he placed a gentle kiss on her lips.
"Shh…"
Her sobs eventually slowed, her shaking subsiding. He held her closer, breathing in her sweet warm smell. Carefully, Marshall placed Fionna's head on the pillow and watched as she slept fitfully for a moment. He leant down and placed another small kiss on her forehead. "I am so sorry Fionna."
Marshall, come to the war room. We're finalizing the war plans.
Sparing a glance to the sleeping woman, Marshall flashed in and out of the shadows.
His mother glanced up at his arrival and frowned. He glared back at her. He knew she could smell the human's fresh scent on his skin, but frankly, Marshall didn't give a flop.
"Marshall," his father's booming voice turned his body on its own. "We've come to the decision that battle is the only way to defeat the demon. A full frontal, surprise attack, to be specific." Finally really looking at the beings in the room, he realized that they were arrayed in battle gear. He steeled himself, as a king should.
"When?"
Marceline pulled a hand through her hair slowly, "Tomorrow"
Sorry it's a short update. I need inspiration or something and finals are coming up X[
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