could i prod you for a lil bit of fubblegum? mostly from pb's pov (because Age can be a real bitch sometimes).
Rules are rules, and despite being a strong advocate for their existence, but oh my glob, she deplored them.
The younger boy's laughter echoed in the empty halls, the Whistling Choir Deathmatch Championship long over and forgotten, her rose tinted skin drowned in the depths of her blue decadent dress. Her lips twitched into a grimace, her eyelids fluttered in between stages of grief, half lidded for loss, closed for despair, shut tight for anger.
Her fists crushed velvet and flattened tulle, she felt herself shake.
This was no state for a princess, a stand-in queen, she ordered herself to stand up and take the pain with dignity. Back arched, shoulders back, she wouldn't let the laughter of a sixteen year old boy shake her, even if his laughter was sunshine, golden and light and lovely, all kinds of beautiful, the sound shook the air and demanded to be heard, to be cherished and adored.
Bubblegum shook the voices away and stared out into the hall, still elegant and elaborate in its set up from the last ball, from the last competition, from the last whatever event Peppermint Butler organized with her dubious consent, she could hear violin strings and drums and tamborines, but she couldn't muffle out the laughter.
The girl chewed on her lower lip, and resisted the urge to scream. Her screams would alert the premises of some unknown danger, or cause a scuffle on the streets, no, she would stay composed, despite the scratching at her wrists and the clutching of her dress, she needed to stay composed.
Her eyes flickered toward the floor length windows, the glass would lead one to town square. She made herself walk to the structure, and only sighed upon arrival.
A white-hat wearing boy strolled around the premises of the Candy Kingdom, arm in arm with an incarnation of fire, her every step scathed the floor below, the trail of her dress's flames licked the earth, she left destruction wherever she went. He laughed at her comments, snippy and tart, and she giggled at his love-stricken gestures. He presented flowers in full bloom, decorated her hair with daisies and magnolias, she grinned and cheered, glowed brighter and brighter, and the petals fell to their premature deaths.
Bubblegum stared, stared, stared and wondered.
Wondered and thought.
Thought and came to a conclusion.
She was jealous.
