bakerstreet | You & I, we don't wanna be like them.

You & I, we don't wanna be like them.

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For most people, the lines between platonic and romantic are very clearly drawn. Not true for you two; friendship and romance intermingle in your relationship, and to be honest, it's hard to discern where one ends and the other begins. You're bosom buddies. There's a spark between you. You're lovers, too, maybe, or it could be completely innocent. You're love interests. You're intimate, you're close, you're ride or die. You don't understand why romantic and platonic can't coexist. You don't need labels.

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Since Forever: You've always been friends, ever since you were young, so this closeness is an outgrowth of that.

Natural Connection: Some people just click. You guys go together like peanut butter and jelly.

Love Everyone: At least one of you is the type to shower love and affection on everyone you meet.

No More Darkness: They drug you out of your not-so-pleasant path, so you cling to them.

Owe Them Everything: You owe them a solid. You're now more than simple friends.

No Big Deal: You don't understand romance as separated from friendship.

Cultural: Your culture doesn't discern so heavily between "lover" and "friend," a la troll society in Homestuck.

Closeness: Hugs, cuddles, and kisses, oh my!

All My Secrets Away: They know everything about you and can be there if you need help.

The Most Important Person: They're not merely a special person to you, they're The Person.

UST: Just because your relationship is unconventional doesn't mean there can't be a few unresolved issues, can it?

Intimacy: More like Friends with Benefits.

Feel More Comfortable with You: So, you kinda want to try this whole sex thing. May as well do it with the one you trust implicitly.

No One Understands Me Like You Do: In general, not many get you. But this person does and it's such a relief.

Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood: Why do people keep thinking you're a couple? Okay, by some definitions, you are, but these guys are trying to limit you!

Assisted Romance: One of you has a crush on someone outside the duo. The other is supportive...and wants to give some tips.

Want to Be More: You want to actually be official and exclusive.

Jealousy: All the attention your - well, not partner - sort-of-significant-bff has been giving other people really raises your hackles.

Unspoken: You two don't have to speak or say anything about your status; you know what you are.

Say You Love Me: ...still, you wouldn't mind hearing the l-o-v-e word.

Realization: The person you want to be with forever, maybe even in a completely romantic context, is right in front of you.

Bros Before Hos: You won't pursue or engage with someone outside the twosome because it bothers your special someone.

Upgrade: You've decided to renegotiate the terms of your relationship.

Romantic/Platonic Life Partners: No matter what happens, you guys are content to continue on as you are, even to life partner levels.

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[together we ride? ~~waggles eyebrows~~]

[I blame your comment, sire]

[That the War of Shadows had finally come to a close was no small relief to the people of Akaneia. And first and foremost in everyone's minds is the debt of gratitude most kingdoms owed the brave Prince of Altea. There were lingering resentment from those kingdoms that had allied themselves with Dohlr during the conflict but the land was content for the most part. The marriage between Nina and Hardin had gone through without the slightest bit of trouble and it looked like there would be a happy period of peace in the future.

Record of Link's involvement in the war as a whole was kept to a minimum, as per his request. Though the unexpected side effect of that was the suspicion and accusations being thrown at him now that there was no longer a serious threat looming over everyone's heads. He had a lot of secrets that he kept close to his heart even though he tried to be as forthright as he could. But with Marth...

It wasn't just that Zelda had asked Link to look after the prince (though that certainly played a part of it), it was that there was a sense of... solidarity? Companionship? ... It was a mutual sort of understanding that Link lacked the ability to articulate. And to the prince, the old hero had explained a lot of who and what he was and of the land that Akaneia once was. He felt a little guilty about that; Marth was burdened enough without Link sharing his (rather distant) problems with him. But the Hylian found that he had a very difficult time saying 'no' to the Star and Saviour of Altea. Thus, Marth was privy to a great deal more knowledge of Hyrule and it's trappings than the average Altean should]

... [but there were more pressing matters at hand. Staring out the window of Marth's room, Link couldn't help but wonder-]

So what lies in the future for you?

[~~waggling intensifies~~

Marth couldn't be sure if he'd gotten caught up in events or that things were finally winding down. It's true-- the war is over, the evil Medeus finally slain by his own hand. He could still scarcely believe it. Holding his hand aloft as he lay back on his bed, it seemed impossible that such ordinary human hands could have accomplished such a feat.

Nothing, in fact, had seemed real since that night, though he'd tried his best to focus. So long had they spent fighting, it was strange now to come back to Altea, still largely in ruins, and be immediately put at the head of every reconstruction effort.

He didn't mind, of course. It was all to plan, but scrambling to restore his country left Marth little time to stop and think save for now-- for these nights where the rest of the world fell away, and it was just him and Link again. How long had it been, now?

He rolls slowly out of bed, silently making his way to Link's side at the window while he poses that question. What, indeed. It's not often the question is asked in regards to himself, rather than Altea as a whole...]

Far fewer swords, for starters, and a great deal more nights like this. It's been far too long since we've been home, wouldn't you say?

[Link turned his head to look at Marth when he felt the other man walk up next to him before looking back out the window. Fewer swords... That would be nice, wouldn't it? There's a thoughtful hum as the Hylian considered it. He never had a problem with fighting - something he had wondered about in his own youth before memories came flooding back on that final day - but Link had always thought that good, honest hands on work was something that he might enjoy more. The idea of being able to create something an idea that was appealing in it's own right]

It's been far too long since you've had time to rest!

[he leans over to rest against Marth, their difference in height meaning that Link could rest his head on his friend's shoulder with ease. They were in the privacy of Marth's room; Link couldn't very well get yelled at for distracting the Prince here, could he?]

... But it's nice to have a roof above your head and no enemies waiting on the horizon.

[and good company as well, but that was a given. Link waits a few seconds before adding;]

I think I'll stay a little longer.

[Link would certainly not get any reprimands from the prince himself. He'd more than earned his place here long before the War had ended or even begun-- to deny the hero anything would be entirely unfair, and the close company's more than welcome after a taxing past few days.

Chuckling softly, Marth lets his weight shift onto Link in return. The two fit together remarkably well, with the Hylian's head on the prince's shoulder and Marth's cheek resting comfortably in Link's hair. After a moment's consideration, Marth slings an arm around the shorter man's shoulders, squeezing affectionately.]

It would appear I'm not the only one who's looking forward to resting. [There's a tiny hint of teasing in his voice.] Please, stay as long as you wish.

[Perhaps longer, if His Highness didn't feel like letting go soon.]

['they owed him every kindness' was it? ... Ah, it felt like it was just yesterday when Link was being carried back by anxious soldiers as a young Marth continued to defend him. Such fond memories. The other man had certainly grown up!

But Link makes a face at the teasing remark. It wasn't that he was opposed to waking up early, it was just that he liked sleep! Even if it meant occasionally finding a wolf sleeping on someone else's bed (and what a startling find that was)]

Hmmm...

Will they mind?

[he knows implicitly that Marth quite frankly didn't care, but the prince did know the full story behind why Link was here. Everyone else had received an incredibly abridged version shortly after Link had rescued Marth that one time. He presses his lips into a thin line in thought]

I am rather suspicious after all.

[At least most of the company he'd traveled with during the campaign was used to the sight of a dozing wolf by now. Explaining it to the new castle staff would be an interesting task, but he'd tackle that challenge as it came.

It's Marth's turn to pull a face when Link mentions that ever-present problem. Perhaps the prince was unreasonable when it came to his mysterious friend, but there wasn't much chance of that changing. Most accepted it by this point, and Caeda-- dear, lovely Caeda who was tying up her loose ends in Talys before making the move back across the sea-- actually found it amusing, to Marth's endless relief.

In the end, he shakes his head, halfway nuzzling that dark blonde hair with a murmur of dismissal.]

If they do, then I shall tend to the situation accordingly. Besides, no one else is here with us, right?

[There's a bit of mischief creeping back into Marth's voice again. It's been a while since he's been able to joke around so freely...!]

When it's just us, what's mine is yours, simple as that. Feel free to do whatever you wish!

[Well, Marth did mention he wanted to recruit new soldiers recently... And between the losses in battle and just people parting ways, it was a sound idea. Now to think about how best to break the news of who Link is to them. Not the easiest thing to do but with Cain and Jagen on their side, it shouldn't be too difficult. Hopefully.

His eyes drift close when he feels the prince nuzzle his hair, humming quietly as he listens to Marth. Well... Marth did say he could do whatever he pleased...

Link shifts his own position, turning so that he could wrap both arms around the prince's waist while keeping his head on the prince's shoulder. He had effectively pressed himself against the other man and if Marth looked down, he'd see a mischievous look in half lidded eyes. There's a quiet - happy? - little 'hm' noise before he abruptly pushes/pulls Marth towards the bed.

If he's free to do whatever he pleased...]

Here's comfier!

[Marth himself had a knack for convincing people, and with Caeda's help was only improving in that respect-- getting the new recruits to accept Link, with all his mysteries, shouldn't be too hard a task in theory.

However...

Whatever lingering thoughts he might have about the recruits are quickly put aside when Link presses close-- while the hero's eyes begin to close, Marth's are wide open, surprised (pleasantly!) at the sudden movement. He catches that look, too, grinning back as he tips backwards over the bed.

Even falling backwards seems like a graceful movement for the prince, who's now got his arms looped around the other man's neck as he pulls them both down the rest of the way. Link's heavier than he anticipated, but it's not as though Marth minds-- after all that's happened lately, the weight and warmth of another person- this person in particular- feels quite comforting indeed.]

Is it? I'm afraid I might not work well as a pillow, if that's what you're after.

[there's a quiet 'oof!' that comes off sounding a little more like a 'wuff' when Link is pulled down too. But the bed was soft and smelled like Marth and home, so it's like he minded at all.

His arms are still wrapped around Marth's waist with Link halfway on top of Marth. At the other's comment though, the blond just shifts to rest his chin on the other man's chest]

I think I'll manage.

[it wasn't as if he was going to just let Marth go right now... He didn't ask Link to, and it seemed only fair to have his chance at cuddling when it has always been the other way around. Then again, with a wolf on the bed to act as your personal plush toy come pillow come heater, could one blame the princeling for it?]

[with a smile;] It's easier with no armor.

[Marth relaxes with a sigh, smiling back gently. Though his hold on Link isn't quite as secure, he lays his hands idly on the other's back. No, nobody would be moving from this spot anytime soon, if he could help it.]

Good riddance to that, hm? At least for a while, I hope...

[It's certainly a different sensation, compared to when Link was still a wolf, but not at all unpleasant. Still, old habits are hard to break, and fingers slip into the blonde hair that's there in place of fur. Marth somewhat drowsily notes the difference, but it doesn't deter him at all, stroking through it lazily.]

[Link makes a noise of agreement. Curled up here, next to (and on top of, he supposes) Marth without having to worry about having to wake up early to march was definitely more comfortable than anything he could have found the last year or two. If they were fortunately, the armor would be something that Marth would only have to wear for ceremonial reasons.

And let's face it, short of chainmail and leather armor, Link has never really been one for armor himself]

...

[there's a quiet noise - which might have originally been a complaint - as Marth all but pets his hair. He really will fall asleep at this rate and then what shall they do?]

Hm?

[He'd already closed his eyes, but he cracks one open again at the 'complaint'. Something wrong~?]

You're usually not opposed to that. Let's see...

[With a slight laugh, Marth shifts his focus from Link's hair to his ear, starting with the tip and rubbing gently, working his way to the base and his cheek. This is decidedly different from petting a wolf... but familiar in a roundabout way. Perhaps a little more intimate.

Perhaps the usually keen prince is oblivious to the nature of his actions... It's no wonder an onlooker would find this sight strange or suspicious.]

[maybe he's complaining about being lulled to sleep when there are pressing discussions to be had. Or maybe the complaint was about something else until he - having been stuck as a wolf for the better part of five years - just happened to have been placated by petting. He's a simple man with simple needs and sometimes he just happens to be a wolf. No big deal.

Marth can probably feel Link's ears move slightly as he rubs it. By the time he gets to the Hylian's face, the blond's turned his head to give Marth easier access. The unfortunate side effect of that is that half is face is now buried in Marth's tunic and his mumbled comments are now muffled on top of being mumbled.

One can barely make out something about ~~keeping it a secret from everyone~~ 'not happy' and 'distraction'... He's probably talking about everyone else since Link himself looked about ready to take a nap]

[The muffled response just gets another quiet laugh out of Marth, who shifts the two just enough so that he can cup either side of the Hylian's face and pull him close, leaving very little distance between their faces. It's a little less comfortable, but maybe it would wake Link some.

He pinches his cheeks lightly, just to be sure.]

Dearest friend, I can't hear a word you're trying to say to me right now. Care to try again?

[No escape...!]

[for what it's worth, he's clearly awake enough to help assist Marth in pulling himself up so that they're - quite literally - face to face]

Mmn... [came the sleepy groan when his cheeks are pinched and once again we are left to marvel at the fact that Link seemed to be able to fall asleep just about anywhere. Goodness gracious. He blinks a couple of times to finish semi-rousing himself before staring dully at Marth.

There's a few seconds pause before he licks the tip of Marth's nose]

I said, "the council will not be happy with me being here as a distraction." [he turns his head to nuzzle one of Marth's hands] Similar to when you were a boy and I was some 'great fluffy monstrosity.'

[Link, if you keep staring at him like that, all that sleepiness is going to carry over and there will be a situation when someone comes to fetch Marth later~~if that wasn't to be the case already...~~

The prince wiggles his nose in response-- it's a little embarrassing when Link isn't in his wolf form, but not enough to protest. So, he just opts to running his thumb over Link's features idly, thinking on those words.]

As I said, I'll deal with them. Even if your value stays a secret, I should at least be able to prove you are more than my great fluffy distraction.

[Then, deliberately, he pushes fingers into Link's bangs again, ruffling his hair.]

Don't worry so much...!

[Those rumours have already started up, though they were but small seeds compared with the ridiculous amount of speculation that their friendship will incur later on. There's no stopping it now.

Link closes his eyes again when Marth resumes the petting (caressing?), making quiet noises as his friend speaks. It's not until Marth starts ruffling his already messy hair that Link seems to properly wake up. Does Zelda have to put up with this sort of behaviour? ... Probably not. ~~Impa on the other hand...~~]

Hmph!

[he pushes himself up, hands on either side of Marth's torso. His brows are furrowed in thought...]

Somehow, it feels like we've switched roles.

[shouldn't Marth be the one worried? Link's not sure (maybe he's just overthinking this)]

[Such a serious face. Perhaps it's just that Marth's in a particularly good mood, but he can't seem to mirror it, calmly smiling up instead. His hands drop from Link's face to his shoulders, content to rest there and leave the poor man's face be. ~~...For now~~]

Does it?

I expect I'll be sprouting fur and a tail soon, then.

[A terrible attempt at a joke, but he means it affectionately.]

[he scrunches up his nose at that suggestion]

You're far too elegant. [he means it lovingly, really] Maybe feathers instead?

[really, the two of them are just asking for misunderstandings to occur. What sort of intimacy is this!?]

[but it's so comfortable! Intimacy, schmintimacy. Who gives a fig about someone else's misunderstandings?]

Feathers? That doesn't give me too many options. You would resort to having me poke out people's eyes on the regular to defend you?

[This will probably be the closest face to a pout he'll ever make. To hell with professionalism in here.]

Pfft-

[Link raises one hand and, stiffening it to look like talons, claws at the air] You could use your talons?

[then he laughs before lowering himself back onto his original position; his head resting on Marth's chest and halfway sprawled on top of his friend. Maybe he was listening to the prince's heartbeat]

Such magic doesn't exist here; you won't have to worry about it.

[unlike Link with those few incidents of forced and voluntary transformations]

[And, with a relaxed sigh, Marth settles beneath him, arms laying loosely across Link's back. He could drift off right here, he figures..]

Perhaps, but I appreciate the advice all the same. I'm sure it would have been useful in another life, heh...

[there's a thoughtful little hum at that before Link turns his head to look at the prince. This time, he makes sure to not mumble into the fabric of the other man's tunic]

Were you given a choice, what would you be?

[Marth gives that some consideration, on top of a soft and thoughtful 'hmmmm'. It's not something he's thought on lately, though he'd wondered when he was much younger.]

I once thought to be a dragon, to combat them on equal ground, but having met them my mind has changed... the bird's an idea, admittedly, but I don't know what manner of bird I would be. Something that could protect itself and its kin, I expect...

[He draws a hand across Link's back, as if petting again.]

I've oft thought of what it would be like to be a wolf, but I doubt I would be able to live up to the standards I've seen set, heh.

In the end... I am unsure, but the life of something other than human does sound so much simpler. Were we under different circumstances, I think I would like that quite a bit.

You & I, we don't wanna be like them.

Marth | Fire Emblem

RNG /really/ wants these two to make out but fuq dat (19/9 + whatever else)

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we need to make a bingo sheet for ourselves one day

we probably could at this point, dear gods

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I can't believe

these two. jfc

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I can't deal with how dumb these two are in this thread omg

Look at this lack of angst. what the fuck

they're so happy uuugh