Heaven

Marshall often wondered if he had been dead. Well, deader than he already was. But a pinch to his arm would tell him otherwise. And some days, if his sense of reality really got out of whack, a good punch in the face would do as well.

In the end Marshall always realized that he had yet to pass on. That he was still his immortal, undead self. And that there was nothing in the land of Ooo that would or could change that for him anytime soon.

He'd wake up in the same bed every day. Marshall would always be surprised to see golden curls spread out angelically over the other pillow that created a halo around the young adventuress sleeping beside him.

Marshall would gently pull her closer in those morning moments where he would inhale the vanilla scent of her hair and take in the softness of her skin. He'd wonder how something so small and delicate could pack such a huge punch and leave a dent in the world he knew.

His normally boring days filled with excitement, wondering where Fionna would drag him to next. Outwardly he never showed his wonder, but he knew deep down Fionna knew. That's what he loved about her.

They'd spent their days chasing one another on the beach at sundown, where it was dark enough for Marshall to run around without getting completely burned but light enough where Fionna could make believe they were playing in the middle of the day. The time of day where Marshall could never go out without his sun hat and gloves.

Marshall would hover when thoughts like those popped into his head. He wished he could give Fionna someone she could love not just at night but during the day too. And not covered with layers upon layers of clothes, either. The blonde girl would find her way to him and drag him into a kiss that he was sure could pump his heart back to life.

Their nights would be filled with love and mystery. Stargazing and always trying to out better the other by finding the most romantic spot in the land, Marshall never got tired of the surprises she seemed to pull out of her bunny eared hat.

He never got tired of telling her how much he loved her, how much he would die for her. Marshall never wanted to let go of her small hands and petite frame. The slots between her fingers and the curves of her hips fit perfectly in his hands. Like she had been made for him. A thousand years in the making.

Those moments made each day so unique compared to the days Marshall had lived before he met Fionna and Prince Gumball. He finally stopped seeing the world in black and white and never knew just how many colours painted the life around him.

Heaven was a word used before the mushroom war to describe a holy place. A salvation where people can go to escape their worries and find true happiness. Marshall always scoffed at the ancient religions that had once ridiculed the planet. But he had always been curious about the afterlife. Where would he go if he were to die? Would he be damned, like some religions said he would be? Would he find salvation? Would he be born again?

But every time he woke up in the morning, wiped away the crust in his eyes and turned to come face to face with golden hair and an angelic face, Marshall laughed at himself for thinking such foolish thoughts. Laughed at how dumb people had been before the war. Because heaven wasn't a place in the sky. Heck no. Heaven was in the form of a blonde girl with blue eyes and a bunny hat.