#snotting into laios's shirt

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Do you have any plan to make some kind of bonus chapter or oneshot about marcille's perspective in little creature? It's not like I'm asking you for it ofc!! it's just that i think it'll be interesting to read, and especially since you had those tags about marcille after her fight/outburst with falin and how you couldn't add it to the fic because the fic is from falin's perspective

Probably not about anything that happens during a little creature, but maybe something before or after? Sometimes I do like to do "the other character thinking back to events while doing stuff in a sequel" oneshot type thing, but we'll see how it shakes out!

[dani-in-the-daniverse]

Little Farcille drabble

Falin’s lips moved, but the sound of her voice was muffled, as if she was underwater. Marcille still smiled, though. She could look at her wife for hours, even though she couldn’t understand what she was saying. She took a sip of the tea Senshi had prepared for them earlier. It tasted a bit metallic, but she paid it no mind. Falin had stopped talking and was now looking out the window, seemingly lost in thought. Marcille followed, but instead of the outside world, she was faced with their reflections, as if they were looking into a mirror rather than their kitchen window.

She had always thought it was impossible to look at your own reflection in a dream, because our brains don’t really know what we look like. But somehow, she knew the person in the reflection was herself. As for Falin… was that Falin?

An old woman was sitting in front of her.

…She woke up out of breath, like a heavy weight sat on her chest.

Falin moved beside her, seemingly awake as well.

“Marcille?”

“Falin!” She sobbed, “Falin, Falin…”

She let her wife hold her as she cried. Falin let her fingers card through Marcille’s hair gingerly, like she was afraid.

“What happened, love?”

“I… you were there, but… it wasn’t you.”

Falin kissed her teary eyes.

“What do you mean?”

“I was still the same, but… you weren’t.”

Falin understood. She held Marcille tightly as she cried, not worrying about her pajama shirt getting dirty with snot and tears.

“How bad was it?”

“Not too bad” they were still together, after all. But that was what scared Marcille, being still the same as Falin aged. “You were with me, but…”

“I know. I know.”

Marcille cried harder, gripping Falin’s shirt like a lifeline. There were so many conflicting feelings inside her mind, a turmoil that she couldn’t tame.

“You… and Laios, Chilchuck, Senshi and Izutsumi… Sometimes I think it would be easier if I hadn’t met you, if I hadn’t loved you. How can I be alone again after loving all of you, and being loved in return?”

Falin tightened her hold.

“Would you be happier, if you hadn’t met us?”

No. Of course not. Only after having met Falin and the others had she realized that it was so easy to be happy. She had always been alone, and now she wasn’t, but there was always that bittersweet feeling that everything was fleeting.

“I know I can’t ease your fear, I accept that. But, Marcille, that’s just the future. If you let your fear of the future consume you, you won’t be able to cherish the present. And I want to share my present with you. I want to make as many memories as I can, do everything I want to do, so when I have to leave this world, you can be assured that I’m leaving happy and without regrets.”

Marcille sobbed into her wife’s chest.

“Falin… why do you have to say those things? You tell me I shouldn’t worry about the future and yet—“

“I never said you shouldn’t worry. I’m just saying that having a short life doesn’t mean it can’t be lived to the fullest. My life is wonderful: I’m married to the person I’ve loved since I was a child, I have my brother and a lot of amazing friends, and we do so much fun stuff together. If I can keep living like this, even if it’s not for long, it’ll be worth it. Life, however short, is worth it. And I-we are all happy to share it with you.”

Marcille cried harder in her wife’s arms, but there was a hint of relief this time.