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Sasha woke to a gentle breeze across her face. 'The window must be open' she thought. Propping herself up on her pillow, she turned to the sound of a small snort to her right.
Anne lay stretched lazily across her side of the bed, snoring softly. Sasha smiled. It was perhaps the only undignified part of Anne's sleep habits. She would always blatantly deny snoring, but Sasha and Marcy knew the truth. 'Marcy-' Sasha turned to face her other girlfriend, only to find a glaring empty space in the bed.
Sasha followed her eyes up to the window. Flimsy white curtains floated around the door. In the height of LA summer, the air became thick and hot in their cheap apartment. With no aircon, their (only partially effective) tactics to keep the heat out were to close curtains and blast fans during the middle of the day, and keep fans on and windows open at night.
Sasha thought Anne usually only opened the wide windows though, but the glass door was open. 'Marcy-' rose the thought again, this time tinged with panic. Why was Marcy going out the door at night? They were 30 stories up for gods sake, and Marcy shouldn't, Marcy wouldn't- Sasha felt her heart pound painfully tight inside her chest as she scrambled out of bed.
Sasha was falling, tumbling down to the darkness- she needed Marcy, and Marcy must need her- Sasha was plummeting, dropping down faster and faster- She needed Marcy but she was slipping through her fingers- Sasha crashed to the ground with the force of a bullet, bursting through the door, freezing cold when she saw-
Marcy.
Marcy standing on the balcony, Marcy framed by the impossibly large moon, Marcy turning to face her with confusion etched on her face.
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Sasha let out a shaky gasp, and took a step forward. 'Hey. Is- something wrong?-' Marcy said, glancing at Sasha as she moved to the edge of the balcony. Sasha stared out over the railing, silent for a moment. 'Nothing. It was just, I woke up, and you weren't there, and I saw the door open, and I couldn't see you on the balcony, and I thought that you- maybe you'd-' Marcy's eyes widened, staring at Sasha.
Her eyes were met with a mirror, Sasha's eyes wide and full of pain. 'Sash- I- I would never-' Marcy stumbled. Her heart squeezed painfully as a single tear slid down Sasha's cheek.
Suddenly, she flung herself at Sasha. Sasha froze in her arms for a mere second before she returned the hug. Marcy felt her own stupid eyes begin to leak as Sasha squeezed her tight. 'Sasha... I'm sorry. I wouldn't, really. I- I wouldn't, I promise.'
Sasha pulled back to look at Marcy, who felt a sharp pang of guilt as she looked into her eyes. Fuck. She needed stop letting her dumb feelings from getting in the way. 'Not that you would care. Unless you, yaknow, like me or something..' Marcy attempted a smirk.
Sasha untangled herself from her arms to wipe her eyes. Fixing her with a tired look, Sasha said 'Marce. We've been dating for two years.' Marcy smirked half-heartedly. 'Yeah, sounds like someone likes meee!' Sasha rolled her eyes and looked away, but Marcy saw the small smile on her lips. Marcy followed her gaze, looking out at the city.
The air was warm and heavy, but the occasional breeze made it not unpleasant. Marcy was used to the familiar skyline, with tall buildings and skyscrapers jutting out all around them. The night sky was a heavy dark blue, with a few stars shining above. It would have been darker, but light pollution in the busy city meant the nights were gentler. Marcy loved living here. The view was spectacular, and the sheer height of the building made the noise from the street below considerably quieter.
They had a tiny, cheap place in a high-rise. It would have almost certainly been out of their price range, if Marcy had not hacked their landlord out of a tricky scam once. The apartment was basically bribery for Marcy to not share the word that the business scammed homeowners.
Marcy couldn't care less, as long as she was with her girlfriends.
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Marcy's brow was furrowed, something she only did when she was deep in thought. Not that Sasha would never say it out loud, but it was kind of cute, in a way. 'Hey.' Sasha said, seeming to snap Marcy out of her trance.
'Something on your mind?' Marcy's glasses flashed as she looked down. 'Ha. Nah. Why'd you ask?'
Sasha frowned. She was deflecting. Dumb. 'Well, I wake up at 2 in the fucking morning to find you out on the balcony, alone on a 35 degree night, having what looks like an existential crisis. That's why I ask.' Sasha retorted.
Marcy smiled down, silent. Sasha fought the urge to groan. She loved her girlfriend, but GOD could she be so bloody cryptic sometimes.
Marcy was digging in the pocket of her dumb hoodie that she was wearing even though it was the middle of summer. Actually, it was probably Sasha's. The three girls stole each other's clothes like some sort of competion. Sasha was wearing one of Anne's t-shirts at that moment, and Marcy looked like she wore a stolen pair of shorts.
'You want a smoke?' Said Marcy, Sasha looking up to see her offering a pack of ciggarettes. Anne hated smoking, but she was asleep, and inside. '...Sure' responded Sasha. Marcy flicked the lighter and took a drag, handing it to Sasha.
'So seriously. What's. Up?' Sasha pressed. Marcy blew out a ring of smoke, still saying nothing. Sasha felt she was about to punch Marcy when she piped up- 'do you remember Amphibia?'
Sasha frowned, sucking in smoke. What kind of question was that? Of course she remembered being stuck in a world full of talking fucking frogs for almost two years. Not a day went by when it didn't cross her mind. Sasha was a living, breathing reminder of her nightmare. Every single time Sasha saw a bloody frog she remembered. Every single time she looked at her body, covered in scars, in reminders, she remembered. And every single time she opened her damn eyes to look out of one with blurry vision, scar slashed down her face, she remembered.
'What- of course I bloody remember! It's in my stupid nightmares every time I go drifting off to sweet sleepy dreamland-' 'No.' Marcy interrupted. 'I mean when we were together. After you rescued me from-'
Sasha winced. Marcy had been diagnosed with PTSD after Amphibia. They all had, but Marcy worst of all. They all took great care not to trigger each other's bad memories. Often Sasha and Anne would pull a screaming Marcy from her nightmares with The Night to hug her in a tight, safe, sandwich. '-it. Just us two.'
Sasha paused. She wordlessly passed Marcy the cigarette. 'I mean- yeah, of course. I just- we've never really talked about it, have we?' After Anne was teleported back home by herself, Sasha and Grime returned to Wartwood to try and work things out. But when Sasha had received an anonymous letter saying that Marcy was alive, she returned alone to the castle to save her.
But then- 'yeah. I don't especially love talking about the eldritch God who possessed me for like 6 months.' Sasha had been met at the gates by a possessed Marcy who Sasha had to battle. 'I mean, I snapped you out of it by just getting hurt. You went all Calamity mode trying to break out of it.. Because of me. I don't know... Sounds kinda gay...' Sasha replied, smiling through a smoke.
Her heart very inappropriately fluttered in a completely heterosexual manner when Marcy laughed gently. 'Hey, that was less homo that you having a fucking gender identity crisis and chopping off your hair in the middle of a bloody war!!'
Sasha laughed back. 'The haircut you gave me was so bad it could have killed Andrias just by looking at it!' Retorted Sasha.
'Your bad hair didn't need to kill him. We already got that down pat.' After spending 6 months on the run, Marcy and Sasha combined their powers to open a portal to Anne. With the three girls strength combined, they'd been able to slay Andrias and The Night, and get home.
'I'm glad they're dead. They hurt you, and no one who does that deserves to live.' Snapped Sasha, a little sappier than she'd intended. She looked back at Marcy, who's soft smile made Sasha want to melt inside. She was positive her face had the exact same stupid look, but didn't care enough to stop. Marcy took the cigarette out of her mouth. 'Awww, so you do like me!' She smiled.
Sasha decided to play along. 'Damn. You figured me out.'
Marcy smiled big. 'Well, now that you've confessed, say, maybe, if I, hypothetically liked you back, hypothetically what would you do?'
Sasha grinned like a manic. 'I'd probably kiss you.' The two girls stared at each other in content silence for a moment. They moved slowly at exactly the same time, kissing the other with soft lips in the warm air.
Sasha wrapped her arms around the smaller girl, who melted into her touch. She gently pulled her face back after a moment to look in Marcy's eyes. Sasha smiled huge, and Marcy buried her face in her chest, the two girls simply holding each other into the night.
And Marcy knew everything was going to be ok.