I need someone to talk to me about adult Mabefica
“Let’s take the midnight train. I’ll be an adventure” Mabel says and Pacifica doesn’t ask, doesn’t dare to ask. There’s spark in Mabel’s eyes and she holds onto her hand, letting herself be lead through the empty, dark city. When she looks up, the neon lights look almost like stars above the Gravity Falls.
It’s a lie, but she likes it way too much.
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When it rains, Mabel sits down in an armchair and knits. The pattern appearing from under her fingers looks like an alien writing and Pacifica cannot help but shiver, keeps her eyes focused on the book she doesn’t read anymore. Outside, a car honks way too loud for her taste, a stray cat sings a song that sounds like crying.
Mabel doesn’t comment on any of that, just clenches her fingers around the needles, working faster and faster, biting her lower lip. The blanket she’s knitting is an ugly yellow, an eye in the middle and all Pacifica wants is to burn it.
She takes a deep breath. She gets up to make them some tea.
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It seems more peaceful when Dipper comes by. They talk about what once was and mention the future. Mabel laughs and feeds them all cupcakes, talks about another crazy story, about another idea she has, a book she’s writing, a picture she’s painting.
In those short moments, Pacifica loves her a little more.
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Some days, Mabel is grey, as if someone drained all the colours. The coffee suddenly tastes bitter, the world around them flat. She looks at Pacifica with hollow eyes and gives her an empty smile like she was pretending that everything is okay, puts on the neon earrings she doesn’t even like anymore.
On days like this, Pacifica is scared so she wraps her in the most colourful blanket she can find.
“Don’t leave” she whispers and when Mabel’s hand clutch onto her jumper, she smiles. They’re okay. They’ll be okay.
