✩✨🌌𝘕𝘪𝘫𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘫𝘪 𝘌𝘯 𝘖𝘯𝘦𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴💮💫✩

💫🌨️Marion🌨️💫

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✨Title✨
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Leave a mark for your sadistic pleasure...
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💬Notes💬
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Sometimes, not all relationships go their way. So why not just...not date anyone. Until it's the right time, ya know?
Also the song Leeches by Melanie Martinez, inspired me to make this. Also this is the beginning point to Marille (Maria & Millie), Thank you, Doppii_ for the request, this one is for you! It will come in 2 parts, this is just the origin of the Marille fic.
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💫Summary💫
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Maria pulls back from her table to remember a certain someone. Someone she wasted her time on and has to see her leave. She should have said no.
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(•ᴗ•) ┻⁠━⁠┻⁠︵⁠└⁠(⁠՞⁠▽⁠՞⁠ ⁠└⁠)
ஜャ ִֶָ ٬٬ ࣪ ، ⊹ ᨘ໑، . ‹ ִֶָ . ָ࣪ ‹ ャ ִֶָ ٬٬ ࣪ஜャ ִֶָ ٬٬ ࣪ ، ⊹ ᨘ໑، . ‹ ִֶָ .
This is angst☁️/sad🌨️
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A knot tightens in the doll girl's stomach, it all but aches for relief of a sore tension. She then notices the silence that strikes. So she squirms quietly in her chair, trying to reduce the deep pit of pain.

A nerve strikes her eye, twitching rapidly until she squeezes her Sir Ventrilo plush. Her hands begin to rattle gently as she still grips onto her mouse. They sizzle sweat under her palms, but she seems to be quite dazzed with another problem.

The knot still lies in the pits of her stomach, so she settles with taking deep breaths to slowly ease the pain. Somehow, it elevates to a choke of the breath and a cough, and her realization of her current setting. She feels relived from her stomach cramp, but soon regrets a new pain.

Her eyes move to the screen in front of her, to see a grey haired gentleman with blue tips. Unlike his usual attire of fancy aesthetics, he decided to wear a plain white shirt with his normal hexagon shaped glasses still on his face. He seems to be seeking an answer from the girl behind his screen.

It's understandable, it went quiet the moment he asked his question, before the chatter.
"I really wanna know how you do it, Mari."

Noticing the awkwardly silence of the video call, he sighs and begins to talk in a more calming and relaxed tone. "Maria, you are not okay. You know why I stayed in the call with you, to have our usual chat. What's wrong?"

But the doll girl never answered to his question... again. Instead, she reaches across her desk to grab her water bottle. Her hand slowly dragging it back to her side, as if her arm was injured. Creating a soft rusting sound as it did.

Once it got to, she had the ability to grip the bottle with more ease. Clanking around it, she proceeds to open it, relieving the pressure from inside it's once heated tempo. She then place the bottle to her lips, creating a quiet click to show it's connection. Then she drinks.

Gulping down her drink, she doesn't seem to be pressured by the ashen on the other side, who still seems calm of the situation. So this he awaits for her to finish her drink as if he had all day to do so.