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@mpxgiselle | continued from [ here ]

Diana did not have a lot of friends. The few she had had before had mostly drifted off to some corner of the globe or other- but luckily, she was mostly too busy to notice. And it was hard to be lonely when she at least had Marcel. But it wasn’t healthy to have no friends outside of your relationship, even if that was something she had sort of grown used to. So, lately, she had been trying her best to become friendly with a few people. Giselle was one of those people.

Maybe they did not have too much in common, but they got along well enough. Really, for an introvert like her, having a friend she could quietly sit beside while she read or did homework was ideal. It was even nice to just sit in the park and relax for a bit, letting her mind drift with the comfort of having a friend beside her.

Christmas Escape

Marcel smiled at her. He was so excited to take her on this vacation. The pair had been through enough this year, from their own workings to this point to the shit that work seemed to keep throwing at them. While Marcel had some concerns about stepping back into Paris, he felt comfortable to do so with his girlfriend. Plus, he could finally show her all that he gushed about. 

“I know you did well. You normally do better than you ever give yourself credit.” He states, and grabs her hand, he leads her to her door, opening it for her. He takes a moment to grab her food off the seat, waiting for her to get comfortable before the food is handed to her and the door is shut. 

He doesn’t immediately respond to her question. Marcel moves to his side of the car, buckling up and shutting the door before he begins to drive. “Don’t get mad at me.” He hesitates, looking over at her. “I booked us tickets to go to Paris. I have our bags packed, and I was going to take us to the airport.”

Diana smiled at his words, a soft blush warming her cheeks. Marcel thought a little too highly of her, in her opinion, but she was not going to try to argue. It was nice, to have someone think of you like that. She gave him a small kiss on the cheek before climbing into the car and taking the food from him. She opened the container and took a bite, glancing over at him as he got settled. The suspense was getting to her.

Don’t get mad at me. Well, that was a comment that raised some red flags- but ones that she quickly dismissed. After all, Marcel wasn’t someone she needed to be wary of. A fact that was further proven when he revealed what he had actually done. She gasped, eyes growing wide as she glanced into the back of the car. True to his word, there were suitcases for them. “Y-You... Paris?!” She stammered, too astonished to form a full sentence. She honestly couldn’t believe it. No one had ever done something so insanely sweet for her before.

Christmas Escape

@mpxdiana

Leaving the restaurant changed the trajectory of Marcel’s days. He now had more time to devote to what he loved while still receiving a steady stream of good income due to the many classes he taught, private meals he catered, and the several pop up shops he made. His girlfriend did not have such a luxury, bogged down with the end of semester. So, with ease, Marcel decided that there was nothing better he could do for her than to give her a break. 

So when Diana finally finished her last assignment, Marcel waited outside the library for her. In the back of his car, he had two suitcases for the two of them, ready to take them both straight to Paris from here. Truly, he aimed at surprising her. 

When she finally approached, he wrapped her tightly in his arms, kissing away to cold from her cheeks. “Did your essay finish well?” He asked, pulling away slightly to get a good look at her face. “I have your dinner in the passenger seat. Our plans have changed tonight. I hope you don’t mind eating on the road.”

Diana let out a sigh of relief as she submitted her final essay, leaning back in her chair and stretching her arms above her head. She had been cooped up in the library for days, pouring over critical texts as she wrote the essay. It was a big one -worth 50% of her grade- so she felt a lot of pressure to make it absolutely perfect. She probably could have worked on the paper forever, if it hadn’t been due that evening.

And thank the gods it was, because she felt like a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Eager to go relax with Marcel now that she didn’t have the stressful assignment hanging over her head, she quickly packed up her things and set her pile of books on a return cart before heading outside.

She was a little surprised to see Marcel there, although she had texted him just before submitting the essay to let him know that she wouldn’t be long. But considering it had gotten a lot colder while she was inside, she was grateful she wouldn’t have to walk home. “I think so. Or, I hope so,” she replied, smiling and leaning against him to ward off the evening chill.

mpxmarcel​:

On the other side of the phone, Marcel’s parents met Diana’s defense with silence. They knew, in some parts, that their charade was up in some stranger’s eyes, and they knew better to push anymore. Concerned looks passed between the paired as the phone hung up, and despite her threat, they merely set the phone aside and put this to rest for now. 

Marcel slept soundlessly throughout the night. It wasn’t until the crack of sunlight hit him that he pulled from his slumber. Groans left his lips as he moved to sit up, and he rubbed his eyes.. His head felt the straight beating that his previous night caused, and he took a moment in hopes the sudden wave of nausea would settle down. 

As it calmed, he turned his head at the body that lingered in his bed, completely surprised to see that Diana had made such a leap with him. Even though they were dating, he still did not imagine her anywhere near interested in joining him in the sheets, and to him, he assumed that they had went way further than sleeping. All of last night was merely a blur. Despite the raging headache, he leans forward to her, pressing slow and lingering kisses along her her neck to wake her. 

It took a long time for Diana to fall asleep, an anxious energy thrumming through her veins for a while after the call. Confrontation had always sent her into a panic, and this was no different- although she did feel proud of herself for standing up for Marcel. But then again, had she just made things worse in the long run? Those kind of thoughts plagued her deep into the night.

She woke slowly, wiggling her head and shoulders around slightly to try to alleviate the weird tickle-y sensation on her neck. When she was conscious enough to realize what was causing the sensation, she awoke fully with a bit of a start, rolling away and sitting up. She yawned, rubbing her eyes and blinking to focus her gaze on Marcel.

Drowning Sorrows

tw; abuse

The lengths of Marcel’s alcohol consumption kept him lost of the world. Tomorrow would be a rough day, but for now, his  bad habit ensured him a long nights sleep. In doing so, his parents got the backburner, though this would have happened if even awake. It had been weeks of arguing, and his parents were incredibly furious at Marcel’s lack of response for the last few days. While they always maintained a certain level of hate, tonight, it skyrocketed in the eyes and ears of Diana.

Diana could not have been more shocked as she listened to the vitriol that was coming out of the phone in a torrent- spoken so quick and in language so colourful that she probably only caught half of it. But the half that she did get was more than enough. She did not even want to know whatever she wasn’t understanding.

@mpxmiyeon

Marcel had gone off to find them drinks, leaving Diana munching on a handful of gummy spiders as she stood off to the side, watching the throng of partiers on the dancefloor. She always found it interesting to stand on the sidelines at events like this and just watch- especially at the Halloween dance, since people had such interesting costumes.

However, she was distracted from her observing when a girl dressed as Poison Ivy slid up beside her, all smiles. Diana blinked, brow furrowing just slightly as she tried to figure out if she knew this girl. The person under the costume was not one she recognized, as far as she could recall, but her expression indicated that the stranger was familiar with her, at least.

Diana Han as Belle from Beauty and the Beast (with @mpxmarcel as her Beast)

Drowning Sorrows

He sleeps for the majority of the ride. It is only at the last moment when the driver accidentally slams on the breaks to avoid another drunk partier that he stirs from his position. When they driver stops and Diana once against speaks, it is not moments longer that he finds himself stumbling now out of the vehicle toward the apartment with many stumbles and trips along the way. 

It is not easy to get into the apartment as they arrive. Clumsy hands stumble to get the key out with Diana’s assistance to open the door. The pair is met to the wagging tail and excited patter of his few rescued pets that waited so happily to see their owner. And, the cute little pets follow home he stumbles into the apartment. 

Marcel begins kicking his shoes off, and as he goes toward the bedroom, more garments are haphazardly pulled off of him until he was only left in his pants. “Sleep” is the only word that he manages out, and Diana is close enough in the range of his long arms for him to grab as he clumsily brings them both down on the mattress. 

Just as quick as he fell asleep in the cab, the male was asleep with her in his embrace. Yet, the silence quickly filled the room before the shrill noise of his cellphone cut through the air, followed by a series of enraged and hateful text messages. 

Diana followed him into the apartment patiently, slipping off her shoes and trying not to blush as he stripped off his clothes. She did, however, pick up the discarded garments and place them on his dresser once they had reached his room. She had just opened her mouth to tell him that she would be on the couch if he needed anything when his arms wrapped around her and pulled her down onto the bed with him. She blinked, frozen and flushed. Trying to wiggle out of his grasp was futile, and she couldn’t bring herself to wake him now that he looked so peaceful. So, she just tried to relax, tucking her head under his chin and closing her eyes.

And then his phone rang. She reached out a hand, grasping amongst the sheets, and found it. The ringing had stopped, but there was a flurry of dings as messages flooded the home screen. Diana carefully shifted around so that she could more comfortably look at the phone, her brows furrowing as she read the messages. Her stomach flipped and her chest tightened. She was familiar with messages like these, but they were made all the more awful by who was sending them. She was starting to understand why Marcel never mentioned his parents.