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As Sasha swings the final hit, the helmet hits the ground, shattering and bringing those horrible orange eyes along with it.
Marcy, shortly after, also falls to the ground. The sound of the helmet shattering was much more relieving to her than the thump Marcy’s body made once it dropped onto the floor. But her body laid there undisturbed, It’s as if she were simply resting on the bare ground. Maybe it was the times she’d find Marcy asleep on the dirty carpet in front of the TV, not wanting to disturb her by waking her up & leading her to the bed that made her hesitant to approach the slumped body in front of her right now. But she’s gotta get her — no— them out of here fast.
She couldn’t bring herself to carry Marcy, not without feeling guilty, that is. It never dawned on her how much she’d been neglecting Marcy, and now to even be able to hold her fragile body made her feel undeserving of it. The body itself had hardly made any movement in her arms, something she should be worried about. The stable breathing & lack of blood stains on her cloak was able to reassure her of them, though.
She ran through the hallways out the throne room, or whatever became of the throne room at least, Marcy still passed out in her arms. The castle’s inner layout was something Sasha was not familiar with, so with every wrong turn came dead ends and close encounters with the king or some robots (which Sasha definitely did not have the energy to deal with). And she was exhausted, no, completely drained from the battle & running around the castle. A little break wouldn’t hurt anyone, right?
She ran into the first room she could find and immediately set down Marcy onto a bed, gently as if she were to shatter like the helmet if dropped. Her first instinct may have been to sit down too, if it weren't for the realization that Marcy was probably sweaty and soaked in that wetsuit of hers. Maybe she could find some clothes to change her into.
Her eyes wandered around the room, looking for something that she could possibly at least wrap her around in, until she spotted a familiar gray cloak hanging on the bed frames, the white fur coated on the hood making it extremely easy to recognize.
As much as she wanted to think that she just somehow ran into Marcy’s room coincidentally, the hood could be part of the Newtopian ranger’s uniform, so maybe it wasn’t uniquely Marcy’s.
Sasha stands up and approaches the bed frame, cautious of where she’s stepping in case she were to make a noise that could wake Marcy up. And as scanning through the floor, she realized that this was unmistakingly Marcy’s room. A SMJS hood was piled on the ground, while a few Cynthia Coven books (how much does she keep in that small bag?) scattered across the floor, along with simple things she recognizes such as that scrunchie she gave her but never got to use because of her short hair. It wasn’t a sight she wasn’t used to seeing, resembling how the floor would often look after one of their many sleepovers. She let out a soft laugh, not too loud enough to wake Marcy up, before reaching up for the hood and gently grabbing it, scared that it’d burn in her hands.
“I can change myself. Thank you, though.”
Sasha jumps and looks back to see Marcy, who's now sitting on the bed, eyes lidded. Hearing her voice without the robotic echoes felt relieving, but she spoke in a distant yet warm tone, a tone Sasha was strangely unfamiliar with.
“Ah, you’re awake.” Sasha says, standing up straight & fixing her posture to cover up her shocks. Marcy was quick to pick up on this, but didn’t disclose it any further. She threw the cape her way and made sure it didn’t hit Marcy once caught. After making her way through the mess on the floor, she joins Marcy on the bed and sits beside her, watching her clip the pink seashell onto the coat and keeping it together. There was a moment of silence before Marcy had decided to speak.
“Listen, Sash. I’m… I’m sorry.” She starts. Sasha’s heard Marcy apologize multiple times, but it was never this sincere nor soft spoken. Sure, “Sorrys” and “Thanks for looking out for me” were thrown around here and there, but she’d never heard Marcy apologize so… seriously. She can’t tell if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.
“I just… I wasn’t in the right mind. I’m not excusing my behavior, I just feel like you need to know why I did it, ya know?” The last few words sounded more lighthearted than the rest of the sentence, seemingly trying to make the conversation seem less serious. She hides her face by averting Sasha’s gaze, a sniffle being heard not long after. And Sasha, like the absolute idiot she is, just bursts into laughter out of the blue. The sudden outburst visibly concerns Marcy, Sasha only realizing how wrong it seemed in this situation.
“Ah, sorry, sorry. I just didn’t think this would be so awkward considering we’ve known each other for years .” She softens her tone, hoping to reassure Marcy of her worries. (which did NOT work.) “You idiot. Shouldn’t I be saying sorry?” And she finally brings herself to hold Marcy’s hand, her rough calloused palms meeting Marcy’s cold and yet comforting hands. She sees her look back at her face, her eyes filled with tears that never made it out.
“Why would you need to…?” It was a question both of them knew the answer to, but Marcy hated to admit it. Sasha, now looking down while both of her hands are wrapped around Marcy’s, whispers softly.
“I don’t know, I just… I never really realized the lack of attention I gave you.” She starts, already feeling the tears welling up in her eyes. “ And it’s just… It’s stupid. I was so self absorbed and only paid attention to things
I
was into, but I never realized just how much I’ve pushed away the things
you
liked.” she pauses. “And this long awaited apology is just… something I’ve owed you a long time. I’m sorry I never gave it until now.” Marcy feels the tears drop onto her hands, Sasha’s warm breath accompanying it. She wipes her tears before looking up, her shaky breath calming down when she finally meets Marcy’s eyes.
“Ah, sorry, sorry. I’m not good with these emotional stuff. Anne’s always been the one doing these.” Marcy understands what she means immediately. Anne’s always been the heart, whether it be for the prophecy or just for the group in general. Even Marcy herself isn’t good with dealing with her own.
And out of the blue, Sasha gently cups Marcy’s face into her hands, holding it with much care as if it were to crack at the slightest bit of pressure. “I never really noticed how pretty you looked up close.” a smile forming onto her lips that Marcy (hopefully) feels as genuine. Her other hand starts gently stroking Marcy’s hair, and Sasha watches her cheeks burn up red, which gets a laugh out of her.
“And I’d like to apologize for one more thing, too.” She mumbles, piquing Sasha’s curiosity.
“What is it?”
“...This.”
And just like that, Marcy pulls in Sasha for a kiss. It wasn’t something straight out of a fairytale, nor was it something to be ashamed of, but it’s got both of their hearts racing, and that’s more than enough for them. Marcy feels Sasha’s cheeks heat up too, something she notes to tease her off of later.
The first to pull away was Marcy, her hands now cupping Sasha’s face instead. She notices the scar under Sasha’s left eye and visibly avoids touching that part of her face, when Sasha herself brings her hand to that side of her face, palms stacked onto the other. They both look at each other and smile warmly, hands intertwined.
Sasha was itching to get another kiss. And she tried, leaning onto Marcy who later catches onto this and also leans in, until the doors burst open to reveal a distressed grime, visibly upset to what is presented in front of him.
“Listen, commander. I get that you’ve just reunited with your girlfriend , but we’ve got a war to fight, for frog’s sake! Quit dawdling and get your ass out of here!” Grime raises his voice, much similar to a father scolding his son.
“ We aren’t — Whatever. We’ll be right out.” She doesn’t finish, much to Marcy’s surprise. Sasha finally lets go of her hand, massaging her forehead and slicking her hair back. The toad walks out the room and waits outside (etiquette Sasha herself taught him) as Sasha lies down onto the bed beside Marcy. It’s partially her fault for keeping them in the castle anyway, so Marcy apologizes until she pauses her mid sentence. “If I see you apologize one more time, I swear.” Sasha threateningly jokes. She grins.
She is then greeted by Sasha’s hand extended towards her, which she accepts, nonetheless the cost.
“C’mon, you lovable nerd. Let’s go help out our Anne.”