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"MARCELINE!" Jake stretched around and covered Finn's ears.
"He's sixteen, Jakey, learn to accept this. I mean, what's he been up to on those dates with the Flame Princess?" I asked, winking playfully at the silly magic dog.
Jake sighed and removed his hands from his buddy's ears. "Dude, do you wanna hear this? Marcy's a bit...detailed and you know how this is gonna end. They're together now."
"Man...I still wanna know everything. Even those parts. I WANT to know those parts, actually." He blushed. "'Cause otherwise chunks of the story would be missing," he rushed out.
"Typical teenage male," Bubblegum sighed with an added laugh. "Oh, Finn!"
I kissed her cheek, unable to stop myself, the 'company' not concerning me much, either.
"Marceline!" Finn gasped. His face reddened and he looked away.
"What?" I cackled.
"You know what!" Jake said, pointing at us. Then he settled, and looked at Finn. "You are growing up. And no matter what, you'll find your princess...se
Something grew in her eyes. It was like when she finally found a solution to her dorky science problems. I collected her tighter against me. There was less tension between our words, less of the goey-feeling, too. It all felt more...real. I leaned down and pressed my lips against hers. My eyes fell closed and so did hers. Her arms wrapped around my neck and pulled me against her, our lips forced closer together.
A cool breeze snapped me back to cruel reality, and I peeked out of half-closed lids to see us nearing my house. I reached around her and opened the door then floated her inside as we parted and rested our foreheads against each other. I sat her on the couch in my lap and she curled up a little.
"Are you cold?" I became suddenly aware that she could be cold and I could dismiss it because I was a vampire. I actually WORRIED about her. I wrapped an arm under her legs and drew her tighter together.
"I'm alright, actually," she blushed, "a bit better
absenceyou never laid a hand on me
pain filled each inch inside
i tried to run and hide away
but this pain doesn't subside
'everything happens for a reason'
i know that's only shit and lies
what reason was there for this
find someone who actually buys
theres pain in your absence
tears in spaces made for you
though not quite done correctly
now im not sure whats true
Something wove itself around my hand. It was...soft. Gum-girl's hand. My face got hot. "What do you want?" My voice wavered a little. I considered changing into a bat, or even hissing in her face just to leave her candy prison.
"I-I wanted to tell you...well...y-you should come back later. You seem busy now. It's alright. Please join me later, though. I assume you can just float in through the window again?" I turned to see her staring at me, her eyes wide.
"Uh, yeah. Sure, Bonnibel." She released my hand.
"Just...come back when the sun is setting." She turned, the sun was already dipping lower, so not long til sunset, but my head was spinning. She was right, I need to busy myself or I was going to do something stupid---again.
"See you, Marceline!" She turned, a sticky-sweet scent engulfing me as her hair swished behind her. For a second, I watched her leave. Then I left, too.
PRINCESS BUBBLEGUM <3 <3
"Oh, Peppermint Butler, she's coming by later! What do
"Welcome back to bed, Marceline," the princess whispered in my ear.
I hissed quietly and flicked my forked-tongue out to brush her cheek in our unusual greeting. Silly princess. So vain and girly. If it wasn't for her enticing appearance in her licorice-lingerie, I could've laughed. "For me?" I hissed.
She traced and circled my place beside her on the bed. "Always," she smiled her small, innocent smile that I fell into. A beautiful trap, as always.
"So candy-girl, what will we be doing tonight?" I said, lowering my eyelids dreamily.
"Well, I had some licorice for you...if u felt hungry, and there's a surprise when you're finished, miss vampire." She blushed a hot pink color and I leaned in to brush my lips on her cheek.
"I could suck the color right from those cheeks," I whispered. Her eyes closed and she shuddered. I grinned, fangs exposed, and leaned in to tear away her soft, candy bra and suck the scarlet out. Once drained, I threw it to the floor and climbed in
The WillowThe tears stain my pillow dark, as they always seem to do
in the depth of a sleepless night, when I find myself missing you.
Longing for your warm embrace, I can't find comfort in any word:
everyone wants to feed me lies, but so far not a part of me has heard.
I reach out and grab the edges of child-like joy that was like a home.
But freed without your love, my lonely heart is left to roam.
I see your face in dark storm skies, I feel you in the warm summer rain;
but as it drips through my fingers--- like your love I can't obtain.
When people realized I am lost, they turn and choose not to see,
still, I know I am still the same, just a new broken version of me.
A version I too try and avoid, because she looks like the walking dead:
her eyes bore right into yours, but she thinks nothing inside her head.
I hug stuffed bears with curly fur, and write about escape.
In fits of rage I tear them apart, only to repair ripped ears all with tape.
No piano of mine can play a tune that I still wish
I SeeI see why in the beginning god created a man not a child,
For if he had the child might have listened
When he spoke of the tree and sinister apple.
He might not have unleashed pain onto these lands.
He might've only frolicked in the garden with his playmate, Evie.
Holding hands as they moved alone the trailing banks
Chittering excitedly with the red birds
Laughing with the wild creatures God tamed
Because in the garden they were all friends:
So young and unquestioning that they only knew how to trust...
If the world could only see through a child's view point
And not know of all the bitter, but of the sugar sweet,
Like long games of tag and scaling small trees,
Then maybe it would still be like that, in mint condition.
All the children frozen in time and blissfully ignorant.
PleaseEven though we think it's over, I still have something to say.
You said you gave it back, but my heart feels far away...
I want to think of our memories, now a sour bittersweet
taste resting on my tongue, yours always raced to meet.
How your hand was like a glove: a bit too big and rough,
how you were such a giant softie but pretended to be tough.
Our first kiss after the bell when I closed my eyes up tight,
and then again outside because at the time it felt so right.
The time I met your family, and messed up at every turn,
the time when you met mine, how your face began to burn.
Every lullaby, the same one, down to each note,
the lovely melody 'All Time Low' wrote,
you sung to me so many times before 'I love you's and 'goodnight',
how the distance between us made my chest and throat clench tight.
I like I said, I'm not here to win your favor,
because after being put through hell, I've gained a new behavior.
I can live without you, I'm still me, I haven't changed,
even though inside my