(We are going for the soulmark right?)
Marcus smiled encouragingly, offering a hand to help the other. He flashed a charming smile, hoping to ease the other. “Need some help? I’ll set this sword on the coffee table in front of you. Will that make you more secure? Or if I tell you that if I try anything you can run that blade through me?”
(Yeah, I'm thinking it's on his upper shoulder.)
Firiko shook his head, "I-It's alright… why would you hurt me after helping me…" he said, butting reason out instead of trust, also aware of the fact that he had other ways of defense. Slowly he got the blade off, setting the curved blade beside him on the floor, wincing as he attempted to reach the buttons on his lower back to get the shirt off.
(Niice! What if Marcus’s was in the same place but on the other shoulder?)
Marcus smiled sweetly, moving over to gently take Firiko’s wrists in his hands and lowering them to his side. “Here, I’ll get them.” He huffed, trying to act like his normal tough self. But truth be told, he was starting to grow soft from the months of self care and freedom from the gang.
His fingers easily unbuttoned the last few and he left it up to Firiko to remove the shirt. “I might have an old shirt you can borrow and I’ll wash this one. We will have to cut the back though, I have no wings.”
Firiko nodded shyly, chewing on his lip as he pulled it over his head and off his arms. The wound wasn't too deep, but it was long, though not much different then some of the other scars he had from fighting. Most of which seemed to be from wild animals of some type or another.
(Sounds perfect to me!)
Marcus studied a few scars, humming softly. He too had some pretty bad scars, he was glad to find someone else who did too. “Hold still.” He purred, wrapping the wound and grinning when he was done. “Tada! All fixed up. Now, let’s find a way to sling your wing…”
Marcus tried many different places, frowning when many didn’t work for the large feathery wings. He puffed up his cheeks and huffed. That was when he noticed the mark on Firiko’s shoulder. He froze, taking it in. “I-is that a soulmark?” He asked softly
Firiko glanced over, "Uhm.. y-yeah…" he said, wondering why the other had paused the way he did, his good wing having more or less wrapped around him out of shyness. The feather's in the area where feathers met skin rose a little in nervousness, a few more feathers puffing out.
(I found something awesome on pinterest)
(Ooh can I see?! And sorry I had to get my sister from school)
Marcus tied up the other wing, blushing furiously. He moved to stand in front of the other, removing his jacket and throwing off his shirt.
Along his arms were multiple self-inflicted burn marks, and long scars. Across his torso and abdomen were large scars that ranged from stab wounds to larger burn marks and small slashes. But upon his upper shoulder, opposite of Firiko’s, was the same mark. “Hey soulmate~” He purred, suddenly growing flirty now that he knew the other was probably gay to an extend.
Firiko blushed red, his feathers puffing out in surprise. "Y-you're my…" he stammered, surprised. He wasn't sure how to act now, his eyes locked on the other in a mixture of surprise, curiosity, and embarrassment.
(I'll try to find them again!!)
(Yeeeessss Loki and Minions XD)
Marcus laughed softly, running his fingers through his hair. He flashed a grin, moving to gently check the bandages and wounds. “Now that I know it’s my soulmate I’m fixing up, I might have to be a little more loving.” He teased, laughing softly as he watched Firiko.
“So, What now, soulmate?” He asked gently, letting his fingers smooth out a few more bent feathers.
(IKR? It's so perfect…)
Firiko blushed furiously, not sure what to make of the situation now, Firiko's eyes traced over the other, still shocked more than anything. "I-I don't know…" he said quietly.
(It’s beautiful XD)
Marcus wasn’t sure what to do either. He bit his lip to keep from saying anything weird. He blushed a light shade of red, studying their marks. They were for sure the same. His blush darkened.
“So, I’ve already said it but, my name is Marcus…” he smiled sweetly, sitting down in front of the other.
"Y-yeah… uhm…" Firiko blushed even more, feeling more awkward than usual due to his injured, and useless wing. He forced himself to meet the other's gaze shyly.
(Poor little flustered floof… He's had such a night…)
(Poooer floof I love him)
The bruised male let out a soft laugh, crossing his legs and sitting cutely. “Want to stay the night Firiko?” He asked happily, blushing after hearing himself. “You said you aren’t from here. I’m here to help with that.” He winked.
(He's not usually this awkward…)
Firiko nodded slightly, "I had originally planned on flying for the rest of the night after a break on foot….." he said, "So I guess I have no choice…"
(Haha it’s cute seeing him this awkward. Marcus usually isn’t this tame XD)
“Mm good! You can take my room, on the bed. I’ll sleep on the couch tonight.” He stood, running his fingers through Firiko’s hair and gently kissing his forehead as a tease. “Let’s go find you a shirt, soulmate.”
Firiko tensed, and blushed more at the touch. "I-I can take the couch…" he said quietly, "I've had worse before…"
(Hmm…. I wonder what he's normally like…)
(Rather moody and flirty. He’s doing good on this day. But he’s going off nicotine, which makes him pretty ornery. XD)
Marcus shook his head, gently tugging on Firiko. “No, no. You’re taking the bed for your wing.”
"I-it's fine… it won't hurt me…" he insisted, looking away, cursing himself for being so awkward.
(Mhmm.. sounds like things could get interesting)