IT ALL WAS NEW. once marina had previously worried that samarie preferred solitude. that would be a concern when she basked under the warmth of being known. without it the void of loneliness would open its jaws. chew on her cocoon. to get back to her center. the sun shines harshly it makes her squint as eyes desperately wish to be shielded from its presence. but she's stubborn with thought that she paid for the curtains. if anyone was to control when they'd shut or not it would be her. bottom lip pokes outward as her hands run under the water. city was so advanced, the fact a knob controlled when water came and went from well connection constantly left her floored. the thought of a floor makes her smile. only to remember the actions of her lover, first time @nerimoi walked through the threshold marina had her arms open. not expecting her to full fall into them. give praises and paint then all over the occultist as if she was a cathedral based altar. reassurances are bandaids and girl peppered them alongside her lover. a girlfriend; best friend to town but hearts dancing as one all the same. the piping bag is squeezed in her hands as she convinces the icing to come out. drawing with the tip in small circles. looping the letters together to marry the words happy anniversary.
marina was sentimental that way; her actions mirrored her mother in the way her looks did. though she wouldn't be so foolish. samarie would never convince her to abandon moralsβ its messy array of colors was the relationship of her parents. but the aching in her chest was too great when she attempted to focus on anything but the black and white. her butterfly was never far, even with clipped wings she would continue reminding her she could fly. spread them and take the air in her loves singing praises like a choir to get started. she knows how it comes off; boisterous. audacity grips her by the throat. hand wipes at brow. letting the cake she'd slaved over speak for itself. apron brand new spotted with the ingredients that used her like a canvas.
noise leaves her throat and that marks the completion. β samarie? what room are you in? β bare feet press against the stone floors, head on a swivel. voice lights her way. that and the smell of ink. poetry was a new inhabitant within their home. samarie was talented, marina would have told an audience if the fear of her girlfriend letting the ground swallowing her up wasn't a possibility. door knob promotes her entrance into bedroom, girl hunched over at desk. now she felt like the stalker. the idea made her giggle even if bitten lip keeps it contained. slowly she takes exaggerated steps, one after the other. distance growing smaller and smaller until it was no more. hands crane over shoulders before they rest there with a quick movement. β boo! β sound is shrill. as it bounces off walls with the clank of the quill. stomach hurts as she hurches forward clutching it with her laughter. wiping one tear away as she walks over and picks up quill. setting down on desk as hands, dry ink on her digits. finding cheeks she pats. β i got you really good! better watch out, i've got lots of pranks saved. but on a serious note. i have a real surprise. β claps push samarie's face together before she's hauling her up by the arm.
lover meeks out a response, quickly shifting topics in an effort to acknowledge everything she'd said. she herself was still stiffling her own laugh before she stops right before threshold of kitchen. instructing she had to keep her eyes covered. of course her command is obeyed, to the degree she has to keep the taller from walking straight into the wall. moment passes of silence before she removes samarie's hands for her. tada! hand shaking to mimic confetti for the celebration. β its supposed to be marbel. was cheapest for some reason. anyway. sit down! you know supposedly blowing out candles grants wishes. wonder what gods doing that. β chairs are moved until they're sitting next to eachother on same side of mahogany. she watches girl struggle. brows together hands pressed against her knees stiffly.
and then. ( SAMARIE INQUIRED : "... i don't want to be alone." PROMPTED β. CLOSED ) its spoken like a prayer, quiet. too loud and illusion would break. fire from candle cackles. swaying as they both sit. marina staring at the side of samarie's face, reflection caught on her lenses nestled in frames holding them to his face. leaning over to rest on her shoulder gently. β silly. you're supposed to wish for something you don't already have. you aren't alone anymore. you can pinch yourself if you don't believe me. β
