"I’m sure I’ll survive."
"You always do."
"Been up to any good lately?"
"This is so going to be done! Getting different colours!" Vaeda got two boxes down before she was standing on her tip toes, trying to jump to get more. Sometimes being tiny was handy. This was not one of those times. "Markooo, there is a problem!"
Marko watched with one hand covering his mouth, hiding the amused smile slipping onto his lips as he watched her struggle with the other boxes. “On it, Milady.” He grinned before reaching for the boxes himself.
"Ooh, dinky lights." Vaeda took the fairy lights from the shelf, wondering if she should buy them or not.
"Buuy it. In fact, buy a dozen. We’ll put one in everyone’s rooms and start a riot."
"Still too early for dealing with other people’s messes."
"But never too early for some cake. Want some?"
Marko was definitely a nice constant in Sadie’s life. He was always there to pick her up - literally and figuratively. Sadie had been able to rely on Marko quite a bit during her time in Neverland, and that was incredibly important to her. It was nice to have people that were there for you, especially when you were feeling down.
She couldn’t help but yelp when she felt someone lift her up, and she immediately tensed up and started squirming to get down. “Get off—” But then she was on her own feet again, and she whipped around glaring at the person, but she relaxed once she saw it was Marko, “I thought you were a creeper!” She said, shaking her head, “And you know how I feel about those…”
“I resent that – I’m cute. Cute people can’t be perverts. We’re weirdos.” He grinned, in an effort to prove his statement before he ruffled her hair and collapsing back onto the steps right next to where she was sitting so she wouldn’t have the difficulty of looking up at him. He patted the space next to him, the earlier look on her face not completely forgotten in the burly man’s usually distracted attention.
“So what’s wrong?” He looked up at her until she decided to sit down, his eyes never leaving her for a second. “You got that serious far off look again.”
Sadie had been trying to keep herself out of trouble lately. That was the most important thing, really. She wanted to make sure she didn’t disappoint her aunt, and it was why she knew exactly who to call when she felt herself getting upset. She knew exactly who would cheer her up, and that was why she had called Marko.
They were going to have a movie night, and that was the best way to keep her distracted from her thoughts for a few hours. She was sitting on the ground outside The Grotto, and she was leaning on her hands as she looked up at the sky. Usually she would have waited inside and Marko would text her, but she needed some space from her fellow mermaids.
Trouble had the bad of habit of clinging to mostly everyone he knew that it was hard to keep an eye out on each one. And from his experience, they seemed to favor his more favorite ones. Like Sadie.
Walking up towards the Grotto, he was a little surprised to find her sitting all by herself instead of inside. He took it as his chance to sneak up on her and swoop in to pick her up, throwing her over his shoulder and making a quick turn before depositing her back on her two feet.
“What’s up, Little Chickie?”
It was a shock, of course, but she was already expecting. That’s was her problem, Taylor never had a positive view of the world — never expected greater things from it, expecially if those things were directed to her. Marko was one of the few things, along with their daughter; and just like everything in her life, it had became sour — he hated her now.
She didn’t wince when he retracted away, shirinking. The realisation was tough, crushing, even, but she had to face it in one way or another. “You don’t understand! You don’t understand how things are, you don’t understand, Marko! Look at James, he fucking got out and now he is in a constant warzone with the man who once was his father! He is nothing mine… and I couldn’t risk anything, not at that time.”
“Tell me, Tay. What don’t you think I don’t understand?” The accusation rattled him because maybe she was right, he didn’t understand. He didn’t understand her. Not then and not now but he wasn’t an idiot. He wasn’t blind to what the world really was, in the hell he was currently living, he had 3D glasses to the pain and suffering of everyone around him just as much as everyone else did. He just chose to ignore it.
He had to. Or else he’d be like everyone else.
“That he could’ve killed me? He could’ve killed you? That either of us could die right now just shouting in the middle of the sidewalk? Well, tough luck, Armstrong, I knew that when I went into this – into us.” His shoulders slumped into resignation, his eyes suddenly empty of the sparks of anger that raged in his deep blue just seconds ago. “I’m not James. It’s not a choice between happiness or an empire. It was just you. It’s still just you. I understood what I was risking – I just didn’t expect you to give us up that easily.”