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(( Also thinking of getting a GIANT Fire Kingdom gem done but I’m not sure if the print shop can handle that XD ))
Marceline nodded, “You still mad at me?” She can be tough but has a soft side. Fionna came, “Flame Prince!” She ran to Flame Prince but stopped at Marceline curiously. “Who are you?” Fionna faced to Flame Prince, “Who is she?” Fionna looked at Marceline but Marcy looks down with all guilt.
The prince was shocked at the sudden appearance of the adventurer, “Oh, Fi! Um.. She’s Marceline.. and she’s kinda lost.” He scratched his head as he looked at the floating vampire. He sat down by the bonfire. “Sorry I wasn’t able to get extra marshmallows, I got lost on the way to Squeeze-E-Mart.”
((Well, I’ll post this everytime after you reply. Is that good?)) Marceline grabbed her umbrella and said, “Wait. Don’t go. I don’t know where I am? Or how I got here? Can you tell me where I am and help me go back?” She stood up, her one fang was showing and her sapphire eyes were adorable. “My name’s Marceline. The Vampire Queen. I’m sure you look familiar.” She gasped, “You looked like Flame Princess. Are her brother? This place is familiar but it’s at the tip of my tongue it’s just I can’t make it out. So are you gonna help me? Or what Hot Headed?” She winked at him as she crossed her arms to her chest.
(( Hmm sounds fair. Note: I don’t call the place Aaa, since Ice King states his fanfic is real haha. Plus I heard the creators never really liked calling the genderbent-verse Aaa. Other than that, I don’t like calling it Aaa personally either. hrmm~ ))
He blinked at the pace her words were escaping from her lips. “Whoah, okay slow down. You’re in Ooo. In.. some forest. And wherever you’re from, I am probably not familiar with it because I’m lost myself.” The prince scratched his head in thought. Where did this floating woman come from?
“Well, since I can’t help you out, I’ll be going. Have a safe trip, I guess. Don’t get killed or anything.” He shrugged, not really knowing what to say to a stranger he couldn’t help. He transformed himself into flames and trailed off deeper in the forest.
((Don’t mid if we RP?)) Marceline was floating curiously in Land of Aaa, she does not know where she is, she does not know how she got here but she still remembers herself and other of the pasts. She was holding an umbrella covering herself from the sun. When the sun was blocked by clouds. She sighed and closed her umbrella. She wore a punk black shirt says, ‘Death is the answer.’ With tons of skulls in it, ripped black jeans with a spiky belt, black leather jacket and other goth, punk jewelries, also black boots. Her face was clean with a blush and black eyeliner, her hair was pulled back with a ponytail and some bangs by the left side of her face.
She heard some rustling by the bushes and an orange aura. She ran forgetting that she could fly, she panted as she hears something following her. She stopped to look back. No one was there. She turned to face onwards she hit someone that is hot. As in hot as an oven. She hissed as she fell on her butt to the ground. She looked up and saw a fiery human. She gasped quietly.
She rubbed her hand, still looking at the teenage boy who looked handsome. With those orange, fire looking eyes. It was the most beautiful thing have she ever seen. Her hand was burning and red, she tried to ease the pain but gave her more pain. She stood up not knowing but something boiled her up and said, “Watch where you are standing Flame Butt! You could’ve burn me to death!” Her eyes were sapphire and cute when she’s happy but when mad it was like a T-Rex, pierced and furious as her fangs showed.
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The prince was appalled by such behavior, “Well, excuse me, I’m not the one running around!” But he saw she was hurt, and knelt beside her. “Give me your hand, ” he sighed, still annoyed. Knowing fire could hurt, he decided to study healing with fire first before anything else. He did some incantations, symbols floated around the vampire’s hand and combined to form a spell. In a jiffy, her wound were gone. “Just be careful next time. Tsk, girls.” Still pissed off, he just mumbled off back into the woods.
His eyes moved, albeit closed.
Slowly, he opened them slightly. It was still dark, but he could already feel it was morning. For one, he felt tired and energized at the same time. It was a weird feeling. Did we really… do it?… was the question that first hit him. His eyes suddenly shot open, and he got up in a sudden urge of instinct. He turned to his still sleeping queen. Her face was so calm, her breathing so rhythmic as if she were even making music in her sleep. He smiled, worry drained from him the instant he saw her closed eyes. Feeling there was nothing on him but their blanket, and her legs, he just looked around the area. It was still somewhat blue, but he couldn’t really tell how blue it was because it was so dark.
He thought, maybe, the spell he used was so powerful that anything could actually knock him out. Well, the queen was another story, though. He looked back at his sleeping beauty and, overcome with his emotions, he caressed her face without even thinking. He blinked and quickly retaliated at the realization that he might burn her. But, he didn’t! He looked closer at her cheek, there was nothing. Maybe the spell was still in the works, considering his innate power and potential to control it. And he probably had no other choice than to take advantage of the situation at hand. He laid back down in bed and hugged her, feeling that he might drain out totally soon. His warm breath softly trailed on her neck, making her skin flush pink from time to time.
Her internal clock — totally thrown off by last night — didn’t even alert her to the shift from night to day. Normally she’d literally just be climbing into bed, but she’s been passed out for awhile now. Vampire stamina only got you so far, after all. Curling up into a tight ball when he moved to try and hold on to the heat, there’s this grunt of irritation from somewhere in the back of her throat. Marceline’s never been an easy person to wake up, even before she was bit. She almost opened her eyes to see what he was doing, but he laid back down before she got the chance. Good.
He’s petting and hugging and she’s not entirely sure if he’s trying to convince her to wake up or not, but she can’t help to stretch out against him, arms wrapping around his middle to pull them closer. The Queen still doesn’t open her eyes, knowing the rough spots she can feel on him are bites courtesy of her, and that brings a smug smile to her face.
Mine.
Her face buried in the curve of his neck and shoulder, and she kissed at one of the marks, hoping to distract him from messing with her own. Things happen when you mess with them, obviously. “Mm…Quit it….”
“O-oh, sorry! I just couldn’t help it, I guess,” the prince let a slight giggle escape from his lips against her neck. It probably tickled since her shoulders shot up a bit. He let go of the hug slowly and looked in her eyes. “Good morning, moonlight,” he whispered after he gave her a peck on the lips. “Last night was.. heh…” he sat up carefully so as not to pull the blankets off her, “amazing.”
From her view, though, something wasn’t quite right. If her eyes served her right, there must be something wrong. He wasn’t as bright a flame as he was before. The room was dark and his light was dim, and it was yet to sink in him due to his apparent happiness.
Her eyes were narrowed to pleased slits, rolling over onto her belly so her chin was dug into her pillow, arms and legs stretching out every which way to try and wake them up as well. “Mhm. Too bad we fell asleep before we could go again.” She laughed through her lazy purr.
She scratched the back of her head, then crossed her arms under her to prop herself up, still on her belly because she’s got some modesty despite being Marceline. Looking over at him, her brows knitted in thought. She’s not blue anymore. Hasn’t been since the spell wore off. And he’s still on fire, although not as bright. Why aren’t she and her bed nothing but a pile of ash? “Hey…Are you feeling alright, dude?”
His legs left the comfort of the blanket and his feet plopped on the floor. “Yeah, I’m—- ahh!!” the prince fumbled and tumbled but he fell on all fours. Shoulders and arms a bit shaky, he tried to get up. “Wha—?” He was distraught, he couldn’t bring himself to get up. Marceline, worried about him, turned on the lights to see what was wrong.
The house was no longer blue, not even a single item was. Not even her. His light was indeed dim, his hue like his body was doused with just a bit of water. He looked at his hands, and his eyes widened at the view. He thought and thought, maybe the spell did totally drain him. But he was still alive?… He never did bother telling her about the consequences of casting that spell on a large area. He was powerful, yeah, but even someone of his level could get real drained if you use a spell for the first time while covering a really wide range. He needs to sneak in the library soon.
(( FOR KRISSY BBY!!! HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY YOU BUTT ))
His eyes moved, albeit closed.
Slowly, he opened them slightly. It was still dark, but he could already feel it was morning. For one, he felt tired and energized at the same time. It was a weird feeling. Did we really… do it?… was the question that first hit him. His eyes suddenly shot open, and he got up in a sudden urge of instinct. He turned to his still sleeping queen. Her face was so calm, her breathing so rhythmic as if she were even making music in her sleep. He smiled, worry drained from him the instant he saw her closed eyes. Feeling there was nothing on him but their blanket, and her legs, he just looked around the area. It was still somewhat blue, but he couldn’t really tell how blue it was because it was so dark.
He thought, maybe, the spell he used was so powerful that anything could actually knock him out. Well, the queen was another story, though. He looked back at his sleeping beauty and, overcome with his emotions, he caressed her face without even thinking. He blinked and quickly retaliated at the realization that he might burn her. But, he didn’t! He looked closer at her cheek, there was nothing. Maybe the spell was still in the works, considering his innate power and potential to control it. And he probably had no other choice than to take advantage of the situation at hand. He laid back down in bed and hugged her, feeling that he might drain out totally soon. His warm breath softly trailed on her neck, making her skin flush pink from time to time.
Her internal clock — totally thrown off by last night — didn’t even alert her to the shift from night to day. Normally she’d literally just be climbing into bed, but she’s been passed out for awhile now. Vampire stamina only got you so far, after all. Curling up into a tight ball when he moved to try and hold on to the heat, there’s this grunt of irritation from somewhere in the back of her throat. Marceline’s never been an easy person to wake up, even before she was bit. She almost opened her eyes to see what he was doing, but he laid back down before she got the chance. Good.
He’s petting and hugging and she’s not entirely sure if he’s trying to convince her to wake up or not, but she can’t help to stretch out against him, arms wrapping around his middle to pull them closer. The Queen still doesn’t open her eyes, knowing the rough spots she can feel on him are bites courtesy of her, and that brings a smug smile to her face.
Mine.
Her face buried in the curve of his neck and shoulder, and she kissed at one of the marks, hoping to distract him from messing with her own. Things happen when you mess with them, obviously. “Mm…Quit it….”
“O-oh, sorry! I just couldn’t help it, I guess,” the prince let a slight giggle escape from his lips against her neck. It probably tickled since her shoulders shot up a bit. He let go of the hug slowly and looked in her eyes. “Good morning, moonlight,” he whispered after he gave her a peck on the lips. “Last night was.. heh…” he sat up carefully so as not to pull the blankets off her, “amazing.”
From her view, though, something wasn’t quite right. If her eyes served her right, there must be something wrong. He wasn’t as bright a flame as he was before. The room was dark and his light was dim, and it was yet to sink in him due to his apparent happiness.
