#Slight lip adjustment to look less forlorn and more cute

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More sasharcy week for @kurophuna, this time it's sun and moon! Not as proud of this one but I figure it's more important to get all of the prompts finished than it is to make sure they're all masterpieces

Sasha was beginning to think that maybe taking her girlfriends on the “Total Fatality Death Coaster of Death” four times in a row wasn’t such a good idea. Under the light of the summer sun that shone down on the boardwalk, she could see that Anne was alarmingly pale and that Marcy had turned a slight shade of green (unrelated to their residual powers from their time in Amphibia). Leading them over to a nearby picnic table, she sighed as the both of them collapsed onto the bench.

“I’m getting the feeling that this was a little too much,” she smiled sympathetically as her girls both groaned in response. After a few moments of silence she scratched the back of her head. “I’m going to go get you guys some water,” she announced.

Before she could leave Sasha felt a tug on the back of her shirt. She turned to see Marcy, eyes wide and pleading. “Take me with you?” she sniffled.

Sasha rolled her eyes good-naturedly before helping Marcy off the bench and wrapping a supporting arm around her back. “Sure thing, Marbles. You good to wait for us, Annie?”

“Blaargh,” was all Anne could reply.

As Sasha made her way across the boardwalk she could feel Marcy’s pace slacking as the smaller girl looked around at the booths and stalls lining their path. There were all kinds of food and games wherever she looked; it was the platonic ideal of a summer carnival. She stopped suddenly, causing Sasha to stumble as her girlfriend’s gaze remained fixated on one booth in particular.

It was one of those games where you throw a softball at a pyramid of milk jugs. Hanging from the roof of the stall were dozens of stuffed animals. The one that seemed to be catching Marcy’s eye was a pair of stylized sun and moon dolls, looking hand in hand down at the boardwalk with smiling faces. Marcy turned to her girlfriend, an exaggerated pout on her face.

“No,” Sasha said before Marcy could get a word out. “Those things are rigged, Marce. You’ll just be wasting your money.”

“But Sashaaaa,” Marcy groaned. “Look at how cute they are! It’s the sun and moon, it’s like us!” her eyes became wider, if that was possible, and Sasha could almost see tears forming. “Don’t you want to have a special memory of this date forever?”

Sasha knew it was a trap, but she was weak-willed when it came to her girls. With a sigh, she pulled out her wallet and handed Marcy five dollars. “All right, but this is all I’m giving you,” she huffed.

The forlorn expression immediately left Marcy’s face and was replaced with an enthusiastic grin as she snatched the bill from her girlfriend’s hand. “Yay!” she cheered, already running towards the game booth.

“You’re a manipulative little weasel, you know that?” Sasha called after her.

Marcy turned on her heels, tongue sticking out at the other girl. “Yeah, but I’m your manipulative little weasel,” she teased.

Sasha heaved a dramatic sigh, but she couldn’t hide the smile on her lips as she sidled up to her girlfriend at the game booth.

The carnie managing the game took Marcy’s money with a bored, expressionless look and handed her three softballs. Marcy picked up the first one, carefully gauging the distance and trajectory she would need to secure her prize. She carefully wound up, checking the wind velocity with a finger before letting the ball fly.

The ball barely soared two feet before falling with an unsatisfying thump to the ground less than halfway to its target.

Marcy looked crestfallen. Her physical strength had never been incredible, and after the injuries she sustained in Amphibia she’d gotten considerably weaker. Despite that, she screwed her face up in determination and grabbed the second ball, adjusting her trajectory and putting as much force as she could behind the throw.

It was a direct hit. The softball soared past the counter and into the milk just in the center of the stack, a resounding ding sounding out as it made contact. Instead of falling over, however, the bottles stayed completely unmoved as the ball bounced off and fell to the floor a little way from the first attempt.

If Marcy had looked disappointed before, now she looked heartbroken. Sasha’s posture shifted as she shook off the cool, indifferent attitude she’d been projecting.

“Hey, what the heck was that?” she demanded of the bored-looking 30-something behind the counter. “She hit that dead on. Those bottles should’ve fallen over.”

The carnival worker merely shrugged. Eyes blazing, Sasha turned back to her girlfriend. “Hey Marcy, mind if I take the last shot?”

Marcy nodded, happily handing the softball over to the taller girl. Sasha clutched the ball in her hand, faint waves of pink energy emanating from her arm. Fixing the stack of bottles with a pink-tinged glare that could level mountains, she threw her arm back in preparation to launch the ball.

With a flash of pink, the ball went rocketing toward the stack of milk jugs at an almost imperceptible speed. The second it made contact, the entire stack went flying. All six bottles were connected as one piece, and before Sasha’s attempt they had been cemented firmly to the back counter. The jugs and the ball both went crashing through the back wall of the booth, startling a few passers-by on the other side. The carnie looked on in shock before turning back to the two girls in front of him, both of whom were smiling ear to ear.

“I can’t believe I’m dating the coolest girl in the world,” Marcy gushed, latching onto Sasha’s arm.

“Yeah, I am pretty great,” she teased before pointing to the sun and moon dolls that had caught Marcy’s eye. “We’ll take those.”

The stunned carnival worker took the stuffed toys down from their hook and handed them over without a word, mouth still agape as the two girls walked off hand in hand, the black-haired one tightly clutching her prize.

As they walked, Marcy discovered that the two dolls were connected at the hands by a pair of magnets. She pulled them apart, handing the sun doll to Sasha with an enormous smile.

“I’m not taking your prize, Marcy,” Sasha laughed, trying to push the gift back.

Marcy giggled, forcing the toy into Sasha’s hand. “Now we have a matching set, though,” she said. “To remind you that you’re always the sun to my moon.”

Sasha hoped that the summer heat disguised her blush as she took the doll without another word and clutched it to her chest.

“What took you guys so long?” Anne moaned as Sasha and Marcy approached the picnic table with an armful of water bottles each.

Sasha grinned. “Sorry, I was just being the coolest girlfriend,” she puffed her chest out a bit as she and Marcy showed off their prizes.

Anne pouted. “What, so I don’t get one?”

After the day was over, when Sasha and Anne had already fallen asleep sprawled across Anne’s bed, Marcy sat up late into the night working intently. The next morning they all awoke to see the sun and moon dolls holding hands with a carefully handmade star plush, beaming between its two partners with a slightly uneven stitched smile.