Disclaimer: I don't own Adventure Time
Title: "You Were So Scared."
Summary: "I think I was just trying to prove something." Bonnibel and Marceline hang out in the Rock Candy Mines.
Warnings: Bubbleline out the ears, man.
Setting: WAY before the show. Whenever they used to hang out all the time.
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Bonnibel has something to prove. Maybe not to her kingdom, or herself, but to Marceline. Always to Marceline.
She's the wild, reborn. Her hair reminds her of birds' winds. Her fangs tell the stories of the long-extinct lion. Her eyes are the slyness of foxes, her limbs the strength of trees; thin, but unbreakable. Marceline can capture a room, not with her presence, but with her spirit. Ended a hundred different creatures; thousands of vampires; and even one or two of the humans from which she half-hails, if only in self-defense.
There's a science to the lack of science to Marcy. It makes her want to prove herself, even though she's proven herself to everyone many times before.
So she jumps. The whooping and cheering she receives warms her heart.
"Gotcha!" Marcy calls, grabbing onto her wrist when she falls just short of the ledge. Bonnibel thrashes, the terror overriding pride. Forget science, what they both obviously needed was logic. She's a princess, for pete's sake! What was she thinking?
"Don't let go!"
"Huh? What'd you say?" The grip slackens. "Let go?"
Bonnibel lets out a wail she'll deny later and scrambles to find purchase. "Marceline, you butt! You're gonna get me killed!"
"Ha ha!" She laughs triumphantly, pulling her up with ease. "Jeez, trust issues much? You know I'd never let you go, Bonnie."
Bonnibel clings to her cold skin and swallows nausea, trying to convince herself of just that. "Set me down, please."
"Okay."
Her feet meet ground before she's willing to open her eyes. Marcy's eyes are glittering; in worry, or amusement?
"You alright?"
"I almost died just now, Marcy. To prove a point."
Marceline laughs again, this time in confusion. "Well, yeah. But that's not a big deal, right?"
"It's scary."
"Is it?"
Bonnibel meets the uncertainty in her gaze dead on. "Yes."
"Oh." She rubs the back of her neck. "Got it." An apology never makes its way through their lips.
Marceline is the wild, after all. And Bonnibel? She's, well, she's not. Moments like this remind her of that. How long will it take for Marcy herself to be reminded?
She wondered.
Author's Note: Marcy cares, but she's so messed up she assumes dangling your life on the edge is okay, if it's for something you think is important.
Shortest drabble I've written in awhile. Huh. Cool. I like it.
-Mandaree1