As Much As Agatha Adores Animals, How Could She Not Want To Do Volunteer Work In The Local Animal Shelter

as much as agatha adores animals, how could she not want to do volunteer work in the local animal shelter in her spare time? just interacting with the adorable creatures was payment enough, so specific times were set up where she could come in and help out. the faerie hums to herself as she parks her car and heads in, heading back toward where she saw a list of things she can do waiting for her. okay, that seems easy enough!

agatha gets to work, glancing up after a while when she hears someone speaking. not just that, but... reciting poetry? she knew she wouldn't be alone here or anything, even that the veterinarian was supposed to drop by to check on the animals, so maybe that was him. agatha sets aside the broom and dustpan and heads over to investigate, seeing the man reading to the animals in their cages. she can't help but smile, leaning against the wall. she doesn't want to disturb or break his concentration, so she just stands there and listens.

@qvartzdied

You know, when I see fictional characters who repress all their emotions, they're usually aloof and very blunt about keeping people at a distance, sometimes to an edgy degree—but what I don't see nearly enough are the emotionally repressed characters who are just…mellow.

Think about it. In real life, the person that's bottling up all their emotions is not the one that's brooding in the corner and snaps at you for trying to befriend them. More often than not, it's that friendly person in your circle who makes easy conversation with you, laughs with you, and listens and gives advice whenever you're upset. But you never see them upset, in fact they seem to have endless patience for you and everything around them—and so you call them their friend, you trust them. And only after months of telling them all your secrets do you realize…

…they've never actually told you anything about themselves.

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.

" 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. "

“Why ya so clumsy as well?” Shiro cackles at his girlfriend. He loves her clumsiness. Shiro is just kidding.

she can't help it that she's clumsy! " keep it up or you'll be sleeping on the couch tonight. " she singsongs, smiling up at him.

aggie's like a cat in that she becomes a furnace when she's leaning or laying against you, more so when she's asleep.