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#2018-03-04 08:17:03, as written by CabbageAngel

Marcel's brow nearly shot off his forehead as Jeanne's hand came to rest on his stomach. He laughed, turning his head away and covering his face with a hand like an embarrassed teenage girl. A mocking gesture, that was in actuality an attempt to hide his blush. He tensed his abdomen for Jeanne's pleasure and peered down at her (and her cleavage) through the gaps between his fingers.

"It warms my heart to know how you care," he said sarcastically, flicking her lightly on the nose before they continued their walk to the Rose and Curd. Despite the blame Jeanne put on herself and Marcus for Shiver's fate, Marcel didn't feel the same way. They didn't call him unworthy and shatter his pride. He didn't have to fight to prove anything to them. Despite the relaxed smile gracing his face, his thoughts kept returning to the faces of Master Ven and the assassins looking down on him.

The Rose and Curd was just in sight when Jeanne's seal on her emotions broke. Marcel turned back to her, a fairly blank expression on his face as her concerns flooded out. It sounded like there was history behind the words she was stumbling over. He sighed as she fell into nervous giggles, walking back over to her.

"Jeanne," he said bluntly, placing a hand on her shoulder and making direct eye-contact with the little jester, "I really don't care."

There was a pause.

"... That you put me in danger," he finished, removing his hand and continuing to walk over to the tavern, gesturing the other two to follow. "I've been a mercenary and a soldier all my life. This wasn't my first near-death experience," he continued casually. Marcel could easily think of one fairly recent situation from his past that was far more terrifying than Master Ven. He gave Marcus a nod. "So I'm not leaving."

I'm used to almost dying, so I will stay with you - was what Marcel had expressed. But it wasn't true. At least, it wasn't the reason he chose to remain. If Marcus and Jeanne decided to follow Quinn into Veilbrand's revolution, then they would stick together. At this point, the safety of the thieves were fairly inconsequential to his decision.

"I wouldn't be worried about Quinn, either," he said as he opened the door to the Rose and Curd for them, flashing a reassuring grin and a wink, "I think she likes you."

Marcel could not be more wrong.

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