ok im watchin docs most recent episode and given how things played out i think constel did tell scar and dolly abt docs machine. bro could not hold onto a secret for more than a week or two
constel tells scar and dolly and scar immediately has to grab dolly by the waist so she doesn’t immediately go to doc’s base to destroy the machine with her bare fists
okay i got back from work + ate so. explanation time teehee
the reason dolly will never canonically be in a life series is mostly because i feel from a character standpoint, she will never mentally recover. i’ve talked about this with a friend and while yes, dolly is excellent at pvp and definitely isn’t as fragile as she seems/acts, i just think that plopping dolly into a death game where this time dying actually MEANS something, along with the fact that there’s a chance she will have to kill people she sees as friends, or god forbid her HUSBANDS? it’s. it would be too much for her and i cannot put the poor thing through that much emotional and psychological distress when i put her through the wringer for her first two seasons. the things that happened to her in season seven and eight may seem like. very minuscule to most but to her those moments were SO big and. i think the life series would just be TOO BIG for her. if that makes any fucking sense i wrote this like five times because tumblr never saved it
TLDR/if my ramble was too nonsensical for anyone: canonically dolly has a lot of big emotions and ONE life series session would possibly make her explode. also irl dolly hasn’t watched a lot of the life series in full
talked about this with a friend (you know who you are /silly) dolly and scar have an ongoing game/challenge where they both attempt to make up the sappiest, cringiest petname for cub (who isn’t a petname kind of man) that makes him actually react. it’s been like. four years since they started that game, and they haven’t gotten any farther than a casual ‘you talking to me?’ or a raised eyebrow
summary: scar and dolly have a little moment before their wedding and almost kiss
warnings: minus brief mentions of panic attacks/anxiety, none :)
words: 1.7 k WHOA
notes: um hi HEEHDHD yeah i wrote this in like four hours so don’t throw tomatoes if it’s bad </3 but i was thinking about scolly and their wedding and suddenly this was in my drafts /hj
dolly can only stare as from the end of the hall as she watches her soon to be husband creep out of what she’s assuming is his dressing room, looking almost cartoonishly cautious and infuriating gorgeous in his all white, princely get up as he leans forward, and looks down the opposite end of the hall, as if checking for any invisible security guards.
she’s not meant to be in the hallway either–actually, she’s supposed to be about three floors down near the entrance of the castle–but she just got..she got so bored without her husband to talk to. it’s not like her bridal party is boring or anything, she was having so much fun with them all, but after being pulled out of bed at about nine in the morning (which was still way too early, in her opinion), getting her makeup done, wriggling into her dress, and greeting at least thirty people from the comfort of her dressing room, dolly’s social battery was practically empty, and her anxiety was completely up to the roof.
she just missed her very soon to be husband. she had considered them sharing a room to get ready in, which would have been super fun–before they realized it would probably feel very, very crowded, so they canceled that idea pretty early into the wedding planning. but now she was starting to regret it. she hadn’t seen scar since early last night (they had both agreed to sleep in different rooms so they could get ready without getting distracted), it was practically hell trying to get to sleep without scar OR jellie (she had chosen to sleep in scar’s room, the little traitor), and since she had barely gotten a wink of sleep, she had forgotten how hard it was to wake up at nine am instead of her usual eleven! if anything, dolly thinks she deserves to get a peak of her husband, just for a second, to soothe her inescapable nerves.
picking up the front of her dress, dolly creeps towards her fiance, who’s still looking down the completely opposite end of the hallway, and seemingly is none the wiser about the fact that she’s practically right behind him. she behind him, leaning over to see the imaginary guards he’s watching out for. “see anything?” she whispers softly, a hand coming up to rest between his shoulder blades.
“no, i think we’re good…” scar mumbles back, absentmindedly reaching over to pat dolly’s side. “for now, at least–bdubs has been going up and down the halls like a prison warden, you know? i think he’s taking this officiant thing a little too–” the man pauses in the middle of his sentence, his head snapping around to look behind him, and dolly has to stifle a cackle at how his eyes nearly pop out of his sockets. “wh-wh-wha–?! dolly!” scar whisper shouts, turning around fully and grabbing his fiancee by the shoulders. “what are you doing out here–? how did you even get out here, you’re supposed to be on the ground floor!”
“i should be asking you the same thing.” dolly huffs back, reaching up to flick his nose. “look at you, sneaking out of your suite to do what? snoop down to the reception room?” she accuses playfully as her arms come up to cross over her chest.
“noooo,” scar’s voice goes a few octaves higher, a telltale sign that she had assumed something correctly, but that he was desperately trying to lie his way out of admitting it. “i wasn’t snooping down anywhere! in fact, i was just…” the vex scrambles for any kind of excuse he could make, and dolly raises a single, perfect eyebrow, as if to say, i’m waiting.
“just…jussstttt–augh, okay, you caught me.” scar lets his shoulders slump exaggeratedly, a loud sigh escaping him. “i was getting ready to snoop, i admit it! can you blame a man for wanting to take a little stroll?”
“you weren’t taking a stroll, you were getting ready to snoop.” the doll patiently corrects her fiance, giggling when he pouts at her words. “don’t get sulky because i caught you in the act. what were you even trying to see anyways? the venue?”
all of a sudden, scar straightens up, looking almost deathly serious. “you.” he bluntly answers, and dolly can feel the familiar feeling of a red hot heat creeping up her ears and neck.
“..that’s not funny.” she carefully mumbles, now very interested in the floor below her, that she can barely see due to the volume of her dress.
“who said i was trying to be funny right now?” scar hums, leaning against the wall as a slow, lazy grin spreads across his face. “i haven’t seen you since last night, we slept in separate rooms, jellie kept hogging the blankets, as usual–i just wanted to see you.” his grin considerably softens as he reaches out, tapping beneath her chin twice. “you’re beautiful.”
dolly has to take in a very slow, slow breath as she glances up at the man she is supposed to marry in less than thirty minutes. instead of acknowledging the compliment, dolly changes the subject so she can go back to a normal shade before she has to walk down the aisle. “..i guess we had the same idea about coming to see each other.” she shrugs timidly, and thankfully, scar seems happy enough to drop the previous compliment.
“ah-ha! so you were snooping too!” he laughs, his hands coming up to his hips as he makes a show of clicking his tongue and shaking his head, “and just what do you have to say for yourself, young lady?” the vex puts on a faux disappointed tone, tilting his head to the side to give his fiance a little raised eyebrow.
dolly rolls her eyes with a little giggle, and copies his pose, puffing her chest out a bit. “same reason as you, if you must know. god forbid i come up to check on my future husband.”
“but when i do it, i get scolded. i see how it is.” scar snorts a bit, before slowly sliding down to sit on the floor, patting the spot next to him as a silent offer to sit with him, which dolly takes, lowering herself as carefully as she can to avoid wrinkling her dress. “how’s it looking downstairs anyways?”
“good.” dolly hums absentmindedly, too focused on interlocking their hands and staring at her fiance’s ring finger. “everyone’s pretty much ready to go, just waiting for my okay. everything okay up here too?”
“just about, yeah.” he sighs, squeezing their hands together. “...you feeling okay?” the man suddenly asks, his thumb starting to rub slow little circles against her fingers.
dolly almost thinks about saying not really. usually she’s very nervous about everything, and this wedding had been no different. throughout the entire process, she had moments where she was convinced this entire thing was going to go up in flames, or that she’d suddenly feel unhappy with something in the venue, or even worse, scar would suddenly realize that he wasn’t as in love with her as he thought for the past few years and completely back out of the wedding. just last night, dolly had nearly worked herself into a panic attack while she was trying to fall asleep, and she was a hundred percent convinced that those worries would cling to her for the rest of the day like a dark cloud, successfully ruining what was supposed to be one of the best days of her life. but right now, she feels calm. the calmest she’s felt in the entire year and a half of planning.
“..i’m okay.” the doll finally sighs out, finally ripping her eyes away from their interlocked hands to glance up at scar. “just wanted to talk to you for a second.” for the briefest second, her eyes flicker down to his lips, and she knows that scar notices, because he starts staring at her with his ‘i want to kiss you’ eyes.
“..we aren’t meant to kiss until the wedding, you know.” scar chuckles lightly, clearly trying to keep a playful tone, even though he’s already looking a bit distracted himself. “what will people think if they catch us over here canoodling?”
dolly only giggles, somehow not looking away even as her face starts to feel uncomfortably hot once more. “it’s my wedding day. i think i’m allowed a little bit of canoodling or whatever.”
for the briefest second, dolly is sure scar is about to lean down and kiss her stupid–he starts to cup her face, and tilt her head up, and her stomach starts doing flips as if it’s their first kiss all over again. the doll lets her eyes flutter shut, and she can feel her fiance’s lips come an inch away from hers and–
“SCAR!!”
the couple startles so hard from bdubs’ shout down the hall, that their heads slam together with an audible thump. scar almost instantly falls flat onto his back, clutching his head with a strangled groan, while dolly nearly falls forward, her hand flying up to her mouth to stifle something that's somehow a mix of a shriek of surprise, and a cackle at the same time. the two look at each other in both barely stifled laughter, and abject horror as they realize they’re indeed, about ten seconds away from getting caught canoodling.
scar quickly scrambles up to his feet, pulling dolly up with him as takes a second to hurriedly brushes off her dress and his suit. “go,” scar mouths frantically. “save yourself, please.”
dolly can only giggle behind her hand as her husband takes her by the shoulders, presses a firm kiss to her head, and spins her around, forcing her to start speedwalking, and then running down the hall, managing to get out of sight before bdubs can catch her. she can hear him rambling to her fiance, something about him trying to sneak downstairs, to which she can hear scar denying that accusation again, in the same higher octave he had with her just minutes ago. a part of her wants to stay behind the wall to see what bdubs will shout at him for next, but she knows if she doesn’t haul ass back downstairs, she’s gonna be in the same amount of trouble her husband is.
whatever, she thinks as she hurries down the stairs and back to her own dressing room. she’ll just have to ask scar about it after the wedding.
