Go fuck yourself

“I’m not sure if I even like you yet, I only just met you after all,” he pointed out. “Well then call me childish, I enjoy it, it’s a freeing color,” he shrugged, looking away at his next comment. “I think you’ve pegged me wrong, I’m shy, maybe a bit childish, but I’m not a pushover,” he began to move down the road a bit. “You still want to see the town?”

“Oh darling.. Sooner or later you’ll learn: everyone loves me, or loves to hate me. Some even hate that they love me, but they never dislike me. I’m too charming.” Marshall shrugs. “Freeing in a color? You know what’s freeing? Doing as you please. Not being trapped in this bubble.” The end part being grumbled out because he hated this town still. “Not a push over? That’ll be something you have to prove because I don’t believe it for a second, pet.” With a small laugh and the roll of his eyes he was shoving off to walk next to Ford. “I don’t really give a shit about the town, but sure.”

Michael just gave his cup a rather dissapointed look “I already have and paid for this one. don’t really feel like getting up to get another.” gesturing to the counter “There’s a line again anyway. Don’t feel up to dealing with that.” he finishes highly aware of how lazy that sounds.

“...So you’re too lazy to say that you’re displeased twice over, and too lazy to even get up to try and.. get a refund? A new coffee?” Marshall asked as his brows rose. He was amazed, and easily judging the other male in that moment. “If you don’t even have the marbles to change it, you don’t really have room to complain.”

“No there will be no vines at all in the bedroom,unless they are wanted of course.”She laughs. “Kidding. Me,not really I wanna have some fun before I find the one I’m supposed to be with forever.”

Marshall’s face contorted slightly, a puzzled expression taking over his features as he thought about it. “I mean... suspension is interesting at times.” He adds after a moment. Kidding or not- now he was actually looking at it in a serious light. “Ah- perfect! It’s always good to have some fun. Alex was always a bit better at that than me, but I’ve still had a fun run. I mean- he was more into mischievous fun, better at spontaneous fun. Not sex. That’s my title.”

“And what did I lie about?” He questioned raising an eyebrow. “Those are such bland colors, it’s blue like the sky, I think it’s pretty, such hatred,” he pouted, feigning offense.

“About us getting along.. Something like that.” Marshall comments with a nod. “It’s pretty for a robin’s egg. Otherwise.. it’s childish.” He gave a pointed look to the other, the pout following suit. “I really hope you’ve got some part of you that isn’t a total push over.”

“Fae can’t lie!” He tsked, giving a laugh. “We just get away with avoiding the truth,” looking down again he shrugged. “I think you’ll be taking it back, I feel healthy, three days will be a piece of cake,” he shrugged.

“Impossible because a fae just lied to me.” He shook his head right away. “See- that’s lying, darling.” The shy boy might not have snagged him right away, but he was trying. Whether he knew it or not. “I vote a neutral beige or grey instead.”

Ford grinned a bit at the mocking tone, looking back to the male. “Really, such a shame,” he murmured, biting his lip as he kept hit blue eyes on the male. “Dramatic gestures are more tolerable,” he mused, giving a soft chuckle. “Is that you taking me up on my offer of staying with me? I’ll only allow it if you take back your comment on it being gaudy,” he muttered. “It has character.”

“You’re a horrible liar.” Marshall comments in a softer, more serious tone again. “I’ll take it back being gaudy if you paint it a different color or survive 3 days. Which ever comes first.”

“Wasn’t trying to snag, as you put it, just stating you aren’t as boring as most,” he muttered, looking away a bit. “She had a flare for dramatics,” he shrugged. “Why I wasn’t into her,” he looked back pursing his lips. “I guess I have, I won’t be much good to you after all, sorry,” he shrugged a bit. “I don’t feel unhealthy though, just how I should,” he smirked. “Air in a sense, I’m a wind fae, trees are my friend.”

“Not as boring. How lovely.” Marshall comments in a mocking tone, rolling his eyes slightly. “Oh then we wouldn’t really get along. Though I guess I’m more for dramatic gentures than actual drama. Anymore at least.” It used to be flipped, but that was for another time. “Ah bugger.. I’ll have to wait to see if you start losing the wind in your sails, then.”

“Maybe it’s not forced, it’s fairly easy to see conversation is flowing well, so there is some appeal for you, you’re not bland for certain,” he chuckled a bit looking down a blush gracing his cheeks. “It was more or less a trade, but she was scorned, so she married my brother, I think so she’d be around me more, I feel sorry for him,” he mused. “I wouldn’t say ew, just more so– not my type,” he grinned peering back up to the vampire. “Oh–” his cheeks heated up more, he had fed a vampire before, a few came to his club and he got extra for a private dance and being the meal, it wasn’t something he would out right offer, especially to the male, but the way he put it had him nodding. “I mean– if you need food, I don’t mind being a poison free source,” he whispered shyly. Licking his lips he looked down. “Hey! It’s not all that gaudy, and I picked it because the air is cleanest there, and keeps me healthy, besides, forever is a relative term for us.”

“I’m not bland, but you? The shy meek types normally don’t snag me.” Marshall admits bluntly with a one shoulder shrug. “Sounds like some fake drama used for story.” It sounded strange, so of course he’d relate it to story. His colder exterior melted ever so slightly as the other’s blush continued to grow. “I might- but have you been eating their supply/?” The vampire quizzes softly as his eyes narrow slightly. “Cleanest air. Sure. So- air fae or earth?”

“Maybe just most conversation is under-stimulating,” he pointed out, raising an eyebrow towards the male. “Forced conversation, anything forced is is not enjoyable– what, no, nope, I left that back in nineteen thirty-two for a reason, she was very unappealing, not to my liking, I tend to go for guys, I didn’t try to judge, but it was hard we had nothing in common at all other than money, I tried to talk to her about my interests and she always blew me off. Her interests were always more important, it was, a very lacking relationship. I really tried, but I couldn’t do it, so she got with my brother instead,” he smirked. “And I slept with hers,” he  chuckled remembering that most vividly. A small smile forming on his lips. “Don’t most fae?” He questioned. “Are you going to eat me?” he turned a bit, pointing towards the houses. For some reason he wasn’t in the slightest bit scared of Marshall, more enamored by the male. “The blue one with the trees, you are welcome to stay till you case out the place a bit more, but so far I am certain that there is no harm.”

“Yet here I am forcing this conversation and you’ve already invited me over.” A cocky look took over his face again. The more he gushed about the almost wedding the more Marshall gained. “‘You just traded.. Adorable. Well as one who fucks it all- your ew’s seem tragic.” Of course he was teasing. Until the bite comment. “I’m not too sure. It would be a delight- of that I’m sure. And unless you’re a plant here, you’d be a poison free source.” It was a solid fight for him. “I don’t trust this cookie-cutter tree house. How did you see that gaudy thing and go- “eh- yeah mate, I wanna live in that forever!”?”

✴︎ — “ Oh someone’s bound to go off at some point. And maybe the rest of you are animals, but I’m not. ”

“Oh no..” Marshall shook his head. “Realistically- whoever put us here knows were all special. That isn’t a coincidence. We’re animals in a little bubble, no matter how sophisticated you think you might be, darling.”

✴︎ — “ Well that’s good for you, ” Sher shrugged. “ Too bad I don’t like being trapped like an animal. ”

“Where in that sarcasm dipped sentence makes you think we’re not all the animals and that being trapped is going to lead to murder.”

“Maybe she is,well if she is I don’t do that,you have my word. I like their relationship.”She replied with a warm smile on her lips. She looked down at the mark that hadn’t changed. “I like the sound of that.”She smiled.

“Well that’s comforting. Wouldn’t want to worry about vines in the bedroom.” A snicker leaves his lips again. “Oh perfect. You aren’t really searching for forever anyways, are you?”

“I think she only sees them as her babies,always thought Harley was her fuck buddy.” She said as she thought. “Exactly and different is good in my books,so it’s a good thing.”

“I swear I read somewhere she was a  Dendrophiliac. Though it is canon her and Harley were girlfriends- that part I know for sure.” How did Marshall get to comics? And his actual knowledge of them? Well across his life he was known for reading a bit of everything. “Alright then, love-” The vampire pauses, glimpsing quick as his wrist to see if his mark at changed since linking arms with her. It hadn’t. “-since we’re not forever.. What say we make this an interesting fling?”

“Yeah,I swear I could give Poison Ivy a run for her money.”She couldn’t help but make that reference. “No,no that line was perfectly fine,to tell you truth I’ve heard plenty of bad lines over the years,that’s not a bad one,never heard it before.”

“..doesn’t she fuck her plants?” Marshall asks in a blunt confused form for a moment. A smile covers his lips after a moment however. “So not bad- just- different” He pauses and then continues on. “ I’ll take it.” 

 Mike had found that sitting in a coffee shop and just people watching while drinking overpriced overly sweet coffee is a neat little form of entertainment. There really wasn’t much that he really felt like doing on his own, so sitting here watching others socialize like a creeper would have to do. He was quite in the mood for actual socializing so he didn’t really much care when he noticed another person lower themselves into the couch across from him. 

“Apparently when you order a caramel latte here they decide it’s a good idea to just dump half a serving spoon of sugar into your cup. I feel like I’m drinking a cup of liquid sugar.”

Marshall’s upper lip curled at the idea of so much sugar AND coffee. “When I drink coffee it’s black so no one sees the blood. Sorry mate, it’s safe to say I can’t relate... And that you should probably get a new cup if it bothers you, so.”

Andrew shrugged. He didn’t seemed too concerned with the fact that he appeared to be confined to one place, reminiscent of a Stephen King novel he’d once read (a review of). “I just thought that maybe somebody was keeping me out of the loop.”

“Right, well that would make two of us.” Marshall shook his head and he finished dusting himself off. “I’m not one for living under the dome- if that’s what this is. I really don’t think they knew who they’re putting in a..bubble.”