#v:o' death

[expectoxpatr-ohno]

@breathingliife​

She remembered nights like this when they were young. The air cool on her warm skin and her and James sitting on the grass sipping cocoa in his backyard. When her and Lily would watch from the warmth of the fire to laugh about the obscene things their boys had been up to. And now, Marlene sat alone on a stone bench in the greenhouse. Twice the size of the one she had growing up; she still had the cocoa, still had the memories, and as the snow fell just outside the glass, she could feel a presece beside her. Didn’t have to look to know who it was, her only visitor that showed up without mention these days.

Marlene glanced up at him, gave a warm smile and moved over on the bench so she was no longer in the middle, offering him a seat beside her. “I’ve always been a winter girl, even if tha herbology nut inside o’me thrives in tha spring, snow has always made me feel at peace.” A quiet laugh, and Marlene produced a small plant from the inside of her robe. “For you. A succulant- a fighter like me. Ye can try, but she’s no’ dyin’ anytime soon.

[expectoxpatr-ohno]

"this isn’t a happy ending. it’s not the worst ending, but it isn’t happy, and i’m sorry for that." from Joe because I'm awful lmao

[meme]

“From you? I wouldn’t expect anythin’ less.” Apologizing for things long put off, possibly HINTING that her time was not long around the bend. It had dragged on for years now and Joe had lingered in the shadows of the greenhouse. Even when he wasn’t, he was there. Reminding her that she had been given a so called gift with extra time. Time she didn’t ask for back then, time she still wondered about now. She could learn to move on- tend to the plants and breathe new life into wilted leaves She could dream about days with her friends, laughing in the common room while they cursed her for slipping them a tea she hadn’t quite gotten right yet. All Marlene had ever yearned for was a family to call her own and hopes of that were long turned to ash with her childhood home.

She wonders if she touches him if she will disappear. If giving the entity in the human suit some sort of comfort would break any rules. He always looks so serene and yet-- lost.

Alone.

Even if she is quite sure he’s met more people than she could ever imagine. Marlene decides against it and reaches for the smokes in the rear pocket of her jeans. Cracking the window before lighting up. A habit she’s never broken, one she kept hoping it would quicken her passing. “Soon then?” She asks, exhaling. Her dark eyes meet his- a stark contrast that calmed her. “Will it hurt? Or have I got it wrong and yer gonna say m’gonna find me a husband just ta lose him too.”