marni wallace   //   best friend !

      the woman’s heart – as strained as it was at times – felt like it was about to hammer out of her ribcage and through her chest for the world to see ; to paint the leaves between them shades of crimson that would surely wash away with the rain that impended above them in the angry skies. marni too was at a loss – her brows twisting deeply inwards, her expression pained, as she took a careful step towards the singer – her best friend. ( former ? marni wasn’t sure. there wasn’t much that marni wallace was sure of anymore. ) a breath catches itself in her throat, strangling her all the way up as if she was swallowing ashes and choking on soot. the moon hung low behind mag – as if casting a halo upon the woman that she used to know better than anyone. the woman that used to know HER better than anyone. and, oh, she did not know a broken heart could ache anymore than it had from the revelations she had received after waking ; the revelations of what had become of her happy family.

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       she tries to swallow past the ache – the lump – in her throat ; and her heart is pounding in her ears like it very well might escape its confides ( oh, times she wishes that it would ). she moistens her lips and takes another small step forward, ignoring the groan of fallen leaves below her gait – and, finally, as meek as it was, she called out to her, 

          “ mags? Is that you? “

       HER BREATH QUAKES IN RESPONSE TO HER NICKNAME   ——   one that she hadn’t been called in over seventeen years. everything was seeming so surreal at this point that mag had a difficult time taking it in   ;   the sudden emotional overload overwhelming her sense. curiosity shines in her almond eyes, tempted to merely close the space that separated the two friends     take marni in for a long deserved embrace. but despite her desire to finally have a happy reunion with the woman before her, the singer couldn’t help but still hold a bit of fear over her head. what of this was all just an illusion ? a ghost of her past come to haunt her for all the sins she had committed under the vile cooperation known as GENECO ? suffering through the heartbreak of the loss of marni has already taken it’s toll   ;   mag was certain she could never suffer through anything like that ever again without her own soul shattering right alongside her heart.

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       SMALL STEPS ARE TAKEN AS MAG’S courage carries her closer   ——   desperate to solve this mystery   &   determine who this woman really was. slender fingers tug on the hood of her coat, revealing porcelain countenance fully beneath the glimmering moonlight. soon afterward, the soprano fingers would tremble as the reached for marni wallace’s cheek, an audible gasp escaping her lungs once the pads of her fingers made contact with warm skin. she was real. “   marni,   “ she breathes, heart escalating as her fingers lingered against her cheek. so many questions came flooding through her mind right now, but they would have to come later. “   ——   nathan said you were dead.   “ her voice is like a whisper, yet it still flowed from her lips like a melody   ;   a small operetta starring the two former friends was beginning to unfold.

darlingmarni  「 *♫ — BRAVA ! BRAVISSIMA ! / ic 」  「 *♫ — V: & SO THE STORY CONTINUES ! / epilogue 」  

       YEARS. IT’S BEEN SO MANY YEARS. seventeen long ones full of misery   &   dread   ——   the loss of her closest friend etching a permanent scar in memory. after everything that had happened after the genetic opera, mag was surprised to be standing on her own two feet, breathing   &   sight returned despite tearing out her own corneas on stage. irises now returned to their original chocolate hues, the soprano would lay her sights on the woman before her, shock crossing porcelain countenance   ;   attempting to determine if this was a dream. many times she had thought of what a reunion with marni wallace would be like   ——   a fruitless thought, but one she couldn’t help but entertain. despite every single idea that she relived in her mind, now that the opportunity laid there before her she found herself still as a statue. HOW ? how could this be possible ? 

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       FEAR WAS KEEPING HER SLENDER FORM RIGID, unwilling to reach out   &   touch to see if this dream was truly reality. her heart had already suffered so much   ——   as had the rest of her organs   ——   &   she couldn’t take anymore disappointment. wine stained lips would open as if to speak, but no words would dare escape. instead, she would simply gawk at the woman who resembled her friend, memories of happier times flooding her thoughts as she took in the sight. she hasn’t aged a day.

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darlingmarni  「 *♫ — V: & SO THE STORY CONTINUES ! / epilogue 」  「 *♫ — BRAVA ! BRAVISSIMA ! / ic 」  ( ooc: tHROWS THIS AT U )  

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