Neglected | Figaro x Marie
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Marie was in an awful mood, the kind of mood where every little thing seemed to grate on her nerves — the ticking of the clock, the creak of the floorboards, even the way the sunlight hit the curtains. And when she was in an awful mood, she sometimes said things she didn’t entirely mean. Or worse, she did mean them, but they came out sharper, harsher than intended — all edges and no sugar. Today was one of those days.
Still, even in her irritation, she couldn’t help but look almost endearing: her lips curled into the biggest pout imaginable, her brows furrowed in mock indignation, and her hands planted firmly on her hips as if to punctuate her frustration. Her eyes, though, betrayed a flicker of longing — this wasn’t just anger, it was hurt mixed with affection, the kind that only surfaced when she cared too much.
“You have been neglecting me lately, and I can’t have that,” she said in a scolding tone, though her voice softened near the end. It wasn’t just a complaint; it was a plea, wrapped in sass and stubborn pride.
She shifted her weight from one leg to the other, tilting her head as she waited for a response. The silence between them stretched — not uncomfortable, but charged — and in it, her pout deepened just a little more, daring her lover to disagree, to make it up to her, to pull her back into the warmth she craved.
Fig looked over at Marie. She felt guilty at how upset Marie seemed, yet at the same time she had to admit that she found her pouting utterly adorable. Fig weighed her options.
Her first thought was to make a sardonic joke, a quick "And they say I'm the needy one--" but she knew better than that. She would find it funny, but even if she would mean it as a jest to lighten the mood, it ran the risk of making Marie feel mocked or belittled.
She could go romantic, and try to act right out of a love novel, but that also had its own risks, she figured. Last thing she wanted was for Marie to think that Fig thought she was so easily swayed.
Fig took a breath. It was time for her to actually use what she had been working on in therapy.
"How can I make it up to you?" Fig asked.














