In her head, Marie was cursing like a sailor, berating herself for being so weak as to avoid dealing with the situation that she was allowing herself to complete a shabby bow around the flowers. This wasn't her--she was better than this.
The ribbon was tugged loose again before she looked up, catching sight of the mark on his arm. Marks. Two of them. "It's not unheard of," she remarked quietly, her southern drawl thickening a little with her emotions running high. "My aunt has two..." It felt like too simple a response when he was clearly struggling with their present situation.
Deep breath. Pushing up her own long sleeve, she saw the mark on her arm that hadn't been there before, a match to his in shading. This was really happening and they had to face it. Holding out her hand for him, she introduced herself. "My name's Marie."
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Date: 2016-10-29 01:56 pm (UTC)The ribbon was tugged loose again before she looked up, catching sight of the mark on his arm. Marks. Two of them. "It's not unheard of," she remarked quietly, her southern drawl thickening a little with her emotions running high. "My aunt has two..." It felt like too simple a response when he was clearly struggling with their present situation.
Deep breath. Pushing up her own long sleeve, she saw the mark on her arm that hadn't been there before, a match to his in shading. This was really happening and they had to face it. Holding out her hand for him, she introduced herself. "My name's Marie."