[ Marco can't rightly say he expected this reaction, but it's also not surprising. Ace has always been unpredictable and wild. And somehow, underneath where he's strong and unbreakable, a certain, indescribable kind of fragile. He has a heart bigger than their whole damn fleet and it's both bursting and full of room for anyone who needs it... but there's always been a desperation in him. It became the less outward and flashy part of him over time, but it never went away. ]
[ And he died. And now he's back. And there's no question that he knows it and remembers it with how he bursts, that this wellspring of emotion is more than just seeing his own name engraved in stone. Marco says nothing, just holds onto him through the scramble of grappling and scratching, holds him tight. And when the sobbing comes, he threads his fingers into that thick, wild unkempt hair and holds Ace to his chest, keeping his own tears silent so he can be something strong and stable for Ace to anchor to after the black sea of who knows what. ]
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Date: 2019-02-18 04:07 am (UTC)[ And he died. And now he's back. And there's no question that he knows it and remembers it with how he bursts, that this wellspring of emotion is more than just seeing his own name engraved in stone. Marco says nothing, just holds onto him through the scramble of grappling and scratching, holds him tight. And when the sobbing comes, he threads his fingers into that thick, wild unkempt hair and holds Ace to his chest, keeping his own tears silent so he can be something strong and stable for Ace to anchor to after the black sea of who knows what. ]