‟ .. ⁺𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖼 ⋆ 𝙗͟𝙡͟𝙞͟𝙨͟𝙨﹗

the smile their opposite wears is mirrored onto marceline’s face; grin becoming a little toothy in nature. “ oh, well i love it. it’s beautiful. “ she’s sticking out her hand for formal introduction. “ i’m marceline, but call me marcy. lovely to meet you, paige. ”

there’s a small smile on her face, and she subconsciously traces a hand down her own hair. “ oh, thanks—! grew it all myself .. i love how ginger you are. it’s very pretty. don’t see a lot of redheads around here. ”

ehhh .. , naaah, i should walk. i could probably use it to clear my head. shit is getting TOO real.

sometimes you black out and wake up in a pile of blood in the woods. it’s okay, it’s okay.

they’re raising a brow at the other, giving a little look around before pointing at herself. “ m—me? are you looking at me, or .. ? ”