The sun is emerging and the sky basks with tawny colour. She flies over the ground which is baked brick-hard by prolonged exposure to the sun. The breeze flutters her dark hair which bounces ever so buoyantly in the mid summer's air. Will she? I hope that anon she will. She must.
The palace is decedent and sits stately as she stares. Her eyes traverse the large edifice that sits before her. She is locked in this gluttonous lifestyle. I must liberate her. Her eyes continue to traverse the large castle. Her view passes the large windows and stern towers. She views the magnificent tiles that make up the roof. Finally, she views the balcony from afar, a large, glass door sits beyond it. She breathes in deeply and tastes the stale air around her. Alright, I can do this. I prepared for this moment many times in my solemn mind. Nary has a thought entered my mind that has suggested that I do otherwise.
Hovering in the sky, only a foot above the warm earth, she breathes in one final taste of innocent air, then she begins her ascension to the balcony. The air feels cool on her grey skin, which is made a shade darker do to the shadow cast by her large hat. Slowly she rises in ascension until she is level with the balcony. Upon reaching the balcony, she sits on the rail, her feet hanging over the side which faces towards the door. She reaches towards the door and knocks on the glass pane, doing so causes her nearly to fall off of the railing and on to floor. Staggering a moment, she settles herself back onto the railing and takes in a deep breathe. She has been shaking this entire time, for she is anxious.
"Who is rapping upon my chamber door?" cries a voice from beyond the pane. A knot fixes itself in her stomach. She feels sick. Dominus! The door slowly opens to reveal the light of the innards of the castle. A pink women stands in the glorious light, her fair skin is glistening, her eyes swirl like the whirl of the ocean. La mar they call it when it is feminine. When it is beautiful. The beautiful ocean. The Woman sees the grey girl sitting on the railing. She is taken a back and stands stiff for a moment before speaking, "Marceline," her voice is frail, yet has a taste of eagerness.
Marceline still sits on the railing petrified from fear. She gulps before stuttering, "B-Bonnibel..," Her eyes examine Bonnibel's body; her thin, curvaceous figure is covered only by blue shorts and dark t-shirt. "You really are wearing it then," Marceline says. She examines the black garb. It is in a condition which is only attainable by excessive use. Frail are and fair are her hands that gave. Marceline's eyes find themselves back to bubblegum's visage. Her face reads that she is surprised, yet comfortable.
"Yes. I was not lying when I spake to you prior. This camise truly does mean much to me," replies Bonnibel. She looks down upon her shirt and feels the blood rush through her cheeks. She feels the warm blood gathering. "Why do you meet me hear during the dawn of the morning?" she asks. "It is unlike you to be up so early." Marceline looks her in her eyes. La mar. She feels blood gathering in her own face. It is warm.
"I… need to converse with you," she says. "I have something I need to say…."
"Very well, come inside," Bonnibel replies. Marceline hops off the railing and walks with her companion into the castle. The room is large, a king size bed lies in the middle of the room and is covered by regal curtains with golden trimmings. It smells like that of flowers and of the meadows that they use to know as children. Changes have riddled her chambers well. Bonnibel calls for her servants and upon them arriving, she sends them to wake up the royal chef so that he may cook breakfast. They humbly obey and leave the two alone in the decadent room.
"What is it that called you hither?" Bonnibel asks. "What question is it that you must ask?" Marceline looks at the ground, and her hand begins to rub the back of her neck. She then removes her large, farmer's hat and holds it in front of her. Her thumbs twiddle as she rubs the hat's brim.
"I wanted to tell you that I…" She stops speaking and bights her lip. Her eyes begin to water, but she wipes them so that the princess will not see her in such turmoil. Bonnibel speaks to her.
"No, I need to tell you something." Marceline is taken aback. Her eyes are staring at the beautiful princess. "I think I know why you're here. Nay, I KNOW why you have traveled hither to see me. And I must tell you, that you were right when you sang that lush song yesterday. You shouldn't apologies to me, for I must apologies to you," Marceline's eyes widen as she hears the words leave the princess's lips. "It was gratuitous of me to do what I did. I was presumptuous to try and change you like that. I didn't realize what repercussions would take place, and I apologies for my flagrance." And thus she has spoken. Bonnibel takes Marceline's hand. Marceline notices her warmth. They walk together out on the balcony as Marceline places her hat back upon her head. Bonnibel closes the glass door and faces Marceline, they both face each other. "Will you accept my apology?" she says.
"Yes," says Marceline. She leans forward and begins to kiss the princess in front of her. So delicate is time's wan figure. Bonnibel closes her eyes and slowly opens her mouth. They kiss. Was it I that undertook that odyssey of burdens to seek you? And did I return to thee meeting only the barrage of suitors, only to prove myself? And for you to riddle me under that great oak's trunk? Such were the days of a time that I must revisit. The sun is in a position where it is directly behind the forest, casting immense shadows over the castle. Marceline breaks from Bonnibel as they both look into each other's eyes. The sun shines over the glorious sea. "It's been so long. We have been without each other for many a year," Marceline breathes. She can feel the water scaling the side of her cheek.
"I don't wish to think of the withering past now, love so we shan't dwell upon such depraved thoughts," retorts the gentle princess. "All that matters is the present at hand and the glorious futures that we shall share." She pulls Marceline into another deep kiss. You'll see us together, chasing the moonlight. Their tongues are in twine much like that of their star-crossed fate. Pulling away from each other she speaks, "Go, my love, back to your chambers and dwell upon your emotions. Think of me while you play your songs of love. I must appease the royal court today, but I shall meet you at your home this evening, and to appease thou I shall court thee." Marceline smiles and kisses the forehead of the princess. She ascends upwards and her hand slides slowly away from bubblegum's. She flies away from the castle, reaching a distance of a couple of yards before turning around and shouting,
"AMO TU, BONNIBEL!" and thus, they part, and into the glorious spring day doth Marceline fly, eagerly anticipating the night that lies before her. From which hither to shall the feeling of lust and life and love and all of the emotions of that which we know as happiness shall be toiled into her delicate form and chiseled and modeled like the gods have formed her, she has been the muse of all men and women of art, she is the pinnacle of creation and the Venus of desire and aesthetics, thus I am honored to feel her hand graze my shadow less figure. My Aphrodite, my Penelope, my muse. My Bonnibel.