it physically hurt me to write this.
it also took me ten minutes to remember how to spell physically.
also did you guys know purple hair dye was created in 1859? how cool is that
kinda set in the Temperature verse, but not really.
not safe for feels
Roxie nudged Velma's shoulder, smiling as the brunette let out a muffled protest. "Vel, I need my meds." She croaked, biting her bottom lip. "I really don't feel good, Velma."
Velma practically jumped out of the bed.
The girl's wife returned a few minutes later, holding a glass of water in one hand and the pills in the other. Roxie thanked her, as Velma bent down to press a gentle kiss to Roxie's forehead. After the girl had swallowed the pills, Velma grinned. "Oh, I-I almost forgot." Roxie looked confused, watching her wife retrieve a box from the closet and presenting it to Roxie. "Open it."
Roxie slowly pulled the lid off, to reveal a medium length, purple wig laid neatly inside. The pale girl looked up at Velma, tears pooling in her eyes. "You didn't... You didn't have t-to do this." Velma's lips curled into a smile, as she nodded.
"It's fine! You look gorgeous with or without hair, but you've told me before you wanted to dye your hair purple. Besides," Velma paused as she climbed back into bed, nuzzling against Roxie. "Didn't you say you wanted to look stylish for your last few days on earth?" Velma joked, poking Roxie's side.
x x x
When Velma woke the next day to Roxie's arm cold underneath her own, and blank blue eyes staring at her, she lost it. The brunette screamed, tears streaming down her face as it all came crashing down on her. She'd lost the love of her life, the one person who made her feel warm. No one could replace her, and Velma wouldn't even let anyone try. Roxie took a piece of Velma with her, and Velma knew no one could fill the void in her heart.
So, even after Velma re-married, Roxie Hart would still dance across her mind every day until she took her last breath.