แ โแ โ Marnie M. Bray โ แ โ แ
โTo be haunted is to glimpse a
truth that might best be hidden.โ
โข lit/des
โขbanter/sl
โขfandomless oc
Marnie hugged back. Eyes closed and curled down into them.
โIโm glad you like it. And donโt worry, I know it wonโt stop you from stealing my other sweaters.โ
But maybe it would stop him a little, it was wishful thinking.
โDonโt forget to say hi to Bingo too.โ +
โMoneyโs tightโฆ I hope you donโt mind.โ It was Marnieโs favourite sweater, one Dollie stole often. The neck was wide enough that it wouldnโt get caught in their horns. Which is, why Marnie assumed, they liked it so much.
โI didnโt wash it eitherโฆ so it smells like me. But I +
โCourseโฆ youโre my sib from another crib.โ And that was putting it lightly. Marnie didnโt know what theyโd do without Dolores.
They turn, wanting to watch him open the present. They were particularly excited about it.
Marnie wasnโt shocked when they heard her come in. It was second nature by now.
Marnie was standing by the stove, making a new batch of pasta salad.
โI would never forget Dollieโฆ look on the couch~โ they smiled. A wrapped box sat in her usual sitting spot.
@BLOODYMANIA Marnie took a seat next to him on the floor, placing the wet cloth gentle on his forehead.
โCan you drink some water? Youโre probably dehydrated like crazy.โ