" Who Did This To You? " (high School Era Marggie :3c)

" who did this to you? " (high school era marggie :3c)

who did this to you? / accepting!

agatha knows well enough by now how much of a coward she is. running from a situation was better than trying to stick up for herself because when she tried, it always came back to bite her in the ass. it bit into her, chewed her up and spat her out like she was nothing. it was better to run and hide as best as she could. she favors the library; it's quiet, easy to hide among the many shelves of books, and there was almost always someone here. the library, but most of all, the books contained within it, were her escape.

it didn't really change when maren came to this school. she doesn't know why the other let her hang around when her bullies also tried to target her for it. all it usually took for them to back off was that cold, hard stare of maren's, that only seems to soften when she gazes upon the young faerie. was it pity? does she really care? she felt it was the former only for a little while and the latter for much longer. if she didn't truly care, why stick up for her? why get herself into trouble for her? she doesn't seem to do this with anyone else, either. just agatha. regardless, the bullying was often worse when maren wasn't around, but somehow, the other's presence in her life made it all a little more bearable.

maren was the only one that could really brighten her day these days. when they're together, little else matters. she's significantly more relaxed, more open, more... herself. she doesn't feel like an empty shell running on autopilot, pushing through the day until she can go home. maren was the only one that came to her defense and continued to do so, not at all intimidated by agatha's bullies. she often found herself wishing she had that courage, that strength, that level of intimidation. but agatha was soft and weak, her confidence and self-esteem are almost completely lacking. it was often the subject of the bullying, and it's why she finds herself in the library yet again.

maybe, as she was heading to her next class, maren saw her run, saw the tears in her eyes. she was always so observant, of course she would notice the faerie when she was upset, of course she would follow her to the library, regardless of whether or not she was going to be late to her next class. agatha heard footsteps approaching. she always walked softly toward the faerie, like she was afraid she'd bolt, and maybe she would've if she hadn't known who it was. she hears her footsteps and lifts her head up from her arms as they rest atop her knees, her eyes red and puffy, shining with tears. she was frazzled, she was hurting, she was so, so very tired. why couldn't they just leave her alone? why her to begin with? does she really stand out that much? is it all that obvious? is it because of how weak she is?

she sees maren's gaze drift down to the bruise quickly appearing around her upper arm and the faerie looks away, swallowing thickly. she sniffles, trembling hands wiping away the tears from her eyes and off of her cheeks, only for more to spill down them. what a weak, emotional thing she is. from the corner of her eye, agatha sees the other squat down in front of her the way she does when she's trying to get agatha to look at her. gazing into her eyes is like looking at two emeralds that were perfect in every way.

" who did this to you? " maren asks in that calm-before-the-storm kind of way and she looks away once more, tears welling in her eyes and flowing freely down her cheeks. she doesn't even have to answer. maren already knows. of course she knows and she was going to teach him a lesson again, but before she can get up and leave to do just that, agatha reaches out and wraps her hand around maren's wrist, looking up at her again. wordlessly, she pleads for her to stay. she needs her to stay so bad. she doesn't want to be alone right now, not for a while. just please stay, agatha's gaze pleads with the other.

maren removes the faerie's grasp on her wrist, now taking her hand into her own and she nods. " i'll stay as long as you need me to, aggie. " she sits beside her, snaking an arm around her back and holding her close as they sit there on the library floor, among the safety of the shelves and the books. " i'm not going anywhere, okay? i'm right here. "

aurora's "exist for love" is truly such an aggie song

gods, oh, gods. why her? why this? why could it get worse? all agatha had wanted to do was go home. she just wanted to relax, to spend time with her pets. not— not whatever this is! this is a nightmare, right? it has to be. surely it must be. maybe she dozed off on the couch in the back of the shop? and this is just one terrible nightmare, one extreme situation that only agatha could dream up. and yet... no matter how much she wishes it, this isn't a dream. this is real.

the pain that hits her from just about all sides from the force of his body and the impact of hitting the wall, that's real. a pained cry leaves agatha and hot tears prick her eyes. she reaches out for something, anything to cling to to keep her legs from giving out, finding purchase on his shirt, frantically grasping it. with a body able to heal itself inhumanly fast, she recovers somewhat quickly from the impact, though she's dazed from her head hitting the wall pressing painfully against her back. she just— she has to get away. she has to get somewhere safe. " p-p-please, i-i didn't— i'm sorry, p-please d-don't hurt me, i-i w-won't tell anyone w-what i saw— "

   it's  simple  predator  instincts  that  kick  in.  when  the  prey flees  -  the  predator  gives chase.  muscles  tense,  and  he's  off  like  a  shot  in  moments. far  too  fucking  fast.  not  many  creatures  push  the  speeds  he  gets  to  -  and  he  doesn't  break  a  god  damn  sweat.  he's  not  contained  like  he  should  be.  slipped  the  restraints,  left  to  wander  free.  a  trained  weapon;  without  a  commander  behind  him  to  pull  the  chain  back  and  choke  him  away  from  baser  instincts. 

   instincts  he  answers  to,  catching  up  to  the  woman  with  ease,  and  crashing  into  her  with  his  full  body  weight.  it's  a  side  tackle  -  aiming  to  slam  her  hard  between  him  and  the  wall  of  the  nearby  building.  a  blow  that  could  end  up  devastating  -  not  that  he  cares  enough  to  see  to  it  he  pulls  the  punches.  everything's  a  haze  -  he  can  hear  his  heart  thudding  in  his  ears,  he  can  hear  the  way  hers  erratically  beats  in  terror  -  it's  all  fueling  him.  the  world  drowns  out  -  and  those beats  are  all  he  hones  in  on. predator  and  prey.

her eyes shut tight and a whimper leaves her from the pain of his teeth sinking into her neck, which only seems to be for a moment. her hand quickly comes up to her neck, pressing against the wounds left behind by him, scrambling to get away. despite every single fiber in her being telling her to run, she just can't help but watch the other as he hacks up some of what he consumed of her blood and his earlier victim.

is it just her blood that doesn't agree with him? how curious. but now her brow furrows as he glares at her. " what did i do? m-m-maybe y-you should be more in the habit of— o-of a-asking before you take someone's blood! " what an awful, terrible adrenaline rush that had been. she can feel it ebbing away now and she feels even more exhausted. still, she manages to heal the wound he caused her, a warm, golden glow emanating from her palm. agatha feels her neck and lowers her hand and gazes down at it, some of her blood coating it. her nose scrunches slightly as a bit of nausea hits her.

agatha's gaze flickers back up to him. " i-i'm g-guessing you didn't anticipate running into a f-faerie while you were feeding, did you? " maybe other creatures' blood tastes differently than human blood. hers certainly would, it's pure chlorophyll. he'd spit it out like it was poison; was it bad for him to consume? is it something he could train himself to get used to? agatha tries to quiet her mind. now is not the time to get curious about monsters especially when there is a more pressing matter at hand.

her voice quiets, fear lacing it once again. " ...are— a-are you going t-to k-kill me? "

   babble.  incoherrent  babble.  a  sharp  incline  to  his  head,  before  another  growl  reverberates  out  from  his  chest.  his  addled  mind  doesn't  make  sense  of  it.  doesn't  want  to.  instead  -  he  bears  down,  fangs  sinking  into  the  neck.  it's live  blood  -  that's  what  he  wanted. 

   in  seconds  the  mistake  is  registered. 

   the  taste  is  nothing  short  of rancid  to  him,  and  he  recoils  backward,  coughing  and  gagging,  before  stumbling  along  the  wall,  dragging  sharpened  nails  along  it,  leaving  marks.  he  doubles  over,  and  up  comes  some  of  his  previous  meal,  red  splattering  the  ground  mixed  with...  green? green?  what  the fuck. 

   his  shoulders  heave  as  he  tries  to  catch  breath  he  doesn't  exactly  need.  instinct  from  being human  once.  more  coughing  comes  over  him,  and  he  winces  as  the  discomfort  sets  in.  that...  was  a  mistake. fuck.  this  place  was  supposed  to  be  full  of humans.  not...  whatever  the fuck  it  was  he  just  took  a  drink  from.  speaking  of... 

   he  stands  himself  upright,  though  leaning  heavily  on  the  wall  as  the  world  spins.  it's  akin  to  poison  -  something  one  has  to  gradually  introduce  themselves  to.  not  all  at  once  in  a  hazed  hunger.  at  the  very  least  -  it  wakes  his  senses  back  up.  his  upper  lip  curls  in  a  silent  snarl,  before  he  turns  to  look  at  the  woman  -  leveling  her  with  an  angry,  offended  glare.  as  if  it's  her  fault  for  not  telling  him  she  wasn't  human.

‘waltz of the flowers’ by tchaikovsky but played on a gramophone as you and your partner slow dance in your living room. (youtube)

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