Originally published on Tumblr. Just a little blurb thing I thought of during a writing workshop.
I don't own AT.
Marcy was wearing that stupid dress again. That one that looked like an elongated, gray button-up t-shirt. Bonnibel Bubblegum was too proper of a princess to state it in open company, but blatantly, she hated that dress. It was too plain, too gray. There weren't any frills, bows, lace or decoration of some sort—no strands of ribbon dyed the rich color of pink. (If there was any pink, it would probably get sucked into gray anyway.) For glob's sake, in living daylight —lack thereof— Bonnibel couldn't even stand being seen next to Marceline while she was wearing that dress.
She hated the little dime-sized white buttons, the little loose seam at her shoulder due to the dress's age. Bonnibel had witnessed the vampire wear the dress sporadically through most of her life —and that was really saying something!— and it had always struck a chord in her.
No pun intended.
She knitted her fine pink brow; the crinkle in her nose formed out of habitual vexation.
And so Marcy, with a whistle on her forked tongue and much more on her mind, was wearing that stupid dress. The vampire queen was floating next to her windowsill with the red bass slung lazily over her shoulder. And Bonnibel, ever so observant Bonnibel, instantly spotted that loose seam. It had gotten wider since the last time she had vehemently glared it. She could even see Marceline's dark purple bra strap.
The princess hitched a necessary breath.
Glob. I hate that too.
Light blue eyes tightly locked with red ones.
Before Bonnibel could conceptualize the perfect equation for expressing how much she really hated that stupid dress, Marceline's sultry voice pierced her mathematical train of thought.
"So, are we goin' or what?" A pearly white fang popped out under a dimpled smile.
Bonnibel hesitated. Blinked. Jeez, she wasn't accustomed to feeling stupid. Stupid like that dress. One more second and she could have created the best method on how to—oh! Oh. There it was, she got it. The princess's instant smile undermined Marceline's, and she motioned to the vampire.
"Come here."
A black eyebrow arched, but Marcy complied to the request without question.
"Uhh, alrighttt."
With the vampire now floating at arm's length, Bonnibel took in the sight of that dress. Of Marceline. Of the bass on her back and the confused expression etched on her face. The scientist inside of her told her to roll with intuition—so she did.
Pulling Marceline down, Bonnibel laced her fingers under the ridge of buttons along her girlfriend's front.
"Whoa-whoa-whoa, Bonni hey, what's up?" Marcy blinked down in a blush of confusion, "Ya know the movie is gonna start in like, h-half an hour?"
Nein, Marcy. The things we could do in thirty minutes.
"I hate seeing you in this stupid dress."
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