Our Silent Words

Chapter 1-5

Chapter 1

"So you had something important to tell me?" His voice had a mixture of smoothness and annoyance. Maybe it was just the current situation stressing her out.

"It's more of a favor actually" the young, pale woman responded while looking down at the ice beneath her feet. She had prepared herself for this cold, icy place, so she had sensibly changed her normal gray tank top with a red, long sleeve blouse with thick black lines, creating a simple pattern.

"Ah yes. People always come to me, when in need of help," he said confidently, entering the room with two cups of some warm substance.

Maybe it was a mistake coming here. He might have helped me in the past, but he is a different person now. He is no longer the kind man that took me in his arms all those years ago.

The woman looked up. "Don't people usually want help, getting away from you?" she always hated his cocky personality. She constantly had to remind herself that he had another level. He actually had real feelings.

The older man didn't change his facial expression; he just had a smog smile while placing the cups on different ends of the table, then proceeded to sit down on the wooden chair at the other end of the small, round table.

As the pale woman went to reach for the warm, welcoming cup, she noticed the hot liquid was no longer... liquid. It was something she already had seen too much of for one day. More ice.

Had that coming I guess.

"Listen, Simon-"she quickly stopped herself. That was no longer his name.
"Listen... Ice King. I don't have a lot of time, this is a serious emergency" she stared him dead in the eyes, trying to convince him to cut the act and start taking her seriously.

Though the Ice Kin looked up with a slightly concerned look for a moment, he quickly looked away and took a sip of his cup. "Okay Marceline, I'll listen, since you're one of the few that doesn't hate my guts. Even though you act like you do"

Again with the smugness.

"Besides my faithful penguins of course," the old Ice King said as he looked back at the open entry to this seemingly small ice room. A little penguin walked past, wearing an apron and holding a plate of dirty dishes. The penguin looked annoyed as he silently walked past the entry just before raising his flipper. Marceline was convinced that if the little penguin had fingers, he would certainly have been– quite literally, flipping him off.

"Anyway" the Ice King continued, still looking rather calm.
"What do you need my help in regards with?" he asked, looking down into the white cup he was holding.

Marceline took a quick look at the Ice King, who was wearing his usually blue cloth, covering his whole body. He still had his long white beard, which apparently gave him the ability to fly. She never questioned how that worked and she was confident that would be for the best. As she looked a little higher, she saw the golden crown with the three red ruby's across. Marceline's eyes widened, before she looked down and took a deep sigh.

"It's about Princess Bubblegum. She needs my help," she let out. As soon as she saw the Ice Kings expression, she wondered if she should have told him the lie instead that she had made up to convince him in her mind, just a few hours ago.

The Ice King was fighting between two expressions. He was trying to either smile or frown. It just came off as a creepy clown face.

"As much as I appreciate your visit Marceline, I think you got the wrong guy. Why should I care about Princess Bubblegum?" he said, barely flinching. It was always hard to tell if he loved or despised the princess, as his feelings would change rather drastically.