#2p!seychelles

My first-in-a-long-time drawing female (I hope it's alright 💀)

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“Marianne what’s taking so long?” Connor demanded, getting ready to leave, the two planed on going out but it’s taking a rather long time for his date to get ready. He probably couldn’t tell his men this, but he enjoyed their moments together even if they couldn’t show their affection in public. It was this or be killed by his own people. It was hard to be the Confederate States of America and to love a woman who is a slave-in his ‘country’s’ eyes- without anyone knowing. Tonight he had something important to tell her, but he couldn’t until they got to their destination soon. “I’m sorry it took me so long,” Marianne said as she ran down the stairs “I couldn’t decide what to wear.” That’s great now she was out of breath. Connor just stood there admiring her thinking ‘Even in a simple dress she looks beautiful’. She had decided on a royal blue long sleeve dress-she made herself- with a white sash around her waist. Since it would be colder than normal that night she also wore her favorite white coat; that’s only because he bought it for her. Her long hair was put into a neat braided bun held in by a white ribbon, with some parts of her hair hanging out. And so her feet wouldn’t be cold, a pair of black boots with a two-inch heel that only brought her up to his shoulder. “Ready to go?” he asked, staring at her, making her stutter “Y-you’re staring at me.” She said covering her face, feeling it heat up, and looking away. He walked towards her , “I can’t help it, you’re too beautiful not to look at”, he stated brushing her hair, making her face him. “Come on, I want to tell you something but we have to get there first.” She nodded and followed him out the door. At the Docks “Connor, what is it that you wanted to tell me?” Marianne asked. His back was turned so she couldn’t see his somber expression. So he tried to be as calm as he could be and took out a butterfly knife. All the while he was shaking. “Connor what’s that for?” Marianne asked nervously as he walked toward her. He then placed the knife in her hand and closed it. “It’s for protection”, he told her, “and to remember me by”. He motioned to the ships docked “That ship there is going to Africa……” he paused trying to keep his composure “I want you to get on it”. Marianne was too shocked to say anything. “I know what you’re thinking, but it’s the only way”, Connor started, “but things are going to start getting dangerous and I don’t want you to get hurt”. “If that’s the case” Marianne started and smiled “then I’ll go, but first.” She then took the white ribbon she always wore out of her hair, letting it fall loosely around her. “Here….to remember me by.” She said handing him the ribbon. She got on the boat and never saw him again.

“Marianne!” Anya called to get the 2p African nation’s attention. “Oh Anya you’re finally here.” She said monotonously. Anya, used to the tone went to hug her, which did not have a violent reaction like most others. However all she received was a gentle tap on the back. “I’ve been waiting so long to come! It’s been months since the last time I’ve seen my little island.” Anya said enthusiastically. To which Marianne only sighed and responded “It’s only been three months Anya. You make it sound like it’s been three years.” “Yes, I know but I like spending time with you”, Anya said sadly. Marianne sighed once more understanding, most people are scared of Anya and because Marianne was a 2p they avoided her. “It’s okay, how about we go get you unpacked and head to the beaches, da?” “Da”. “I can go to, da~?” another voice said. Anya immediately paled but looked angry at the same time. Marianne however looked indifferent and turned around to meet the torso of a giant figure known as Ivan. “Oh Ivan I didn’t know you were coming too.” Marianne stated “I would have prepared another room if I’d known” her face as impassive as ever. “Da, I overheard Anya talking to our boss about coming here, so I thought I’d come too”. Anya just seemed to be annoyed and angry at the same time. “No! This was supposed to be my vacation with my little island friend!” Anya yelled at Ivan hugging Marianne protectively. “Well it’s still your vacation-“. “But you’re here. It’s just supposed to be Marianne and me.” Anya interrupted. “But Marianne doesn’t mind right...” Ivan asked, a dark aura forming around him. Marianne was about to answer when Anya spoke before she could answer “I’ll fight you”. Then it started, a showdown between two of the scariest people in the world, fighting for the right to be on the island of Seychelles. All the while tourists and natives started to crowd around and watched as they threw punches at each other, and eventually all that was heard was the clashing of metal hitting metal-shovel versus pipe, which then attracted an even larger crowd. Instead of letting the fight continue Marianne wiped out her phone and got the attention of the Russians. “I wonder how my Belarusian friends are,” she started “maybe I’ll invite them over”. That got Ivan and Anya to stop immediately. “Unless you two decide to stop fighting…” Marianne compromised to which they agreed instantly. ‘This is going to be some vacation’ Marianne thought.