Notes: Marcy why don't you go talk out your feelings like a regular adult globgummit
/52/ Stirring of the Wind
The crisp night air caused the curtains covering Bonnibel's study to rustle. She sighed as the draft scattered papers, sending them sailing off the desk and onto the less than tidy floor. She bent to retrieve them, stacking them neatly in a pile before closing and latching the window.
Peppermint Butler had been the one to open it, declaring that the Princess needed fresh air and sunshine. She didn't protest at the time, but had become far too engrossed in her work to close the window before nightfall.
Marceline hovered, invisible and tucked away in the corner of the dimly lit room. She watched the Princess's movements, deliberate and graceful despite the fact Bonnie hadn't slept in nearly two days. Marceline could see the dark circles beneath her ex-girlfriend's eyes from where she was floating. She moved closer, effortlessly floating across the room. She could smell Bonnie's faint perfume now. She drew in a deep breath, the oh-so familiar scent causing a small pain in her chest.
She didn't sneak in to watch Bonnie often – actually, that was a lie, she snuck into the Princess's castle a few times a month. She usually found the Princess sleeping, wrapped in that old rock t-shirt, or sometimes working late in the laboratory. She never stayed long, in fear of getting caught. No quicker way to get banned from the Candy Kingdom than peeping on the princess while she slumbered. It was worth the risk, though, she decided.
She stayed, silently lounging in the air and watching her Princess work until the sun began to peek over the horizon.
