Saw ur addition a t specific prompts and ummm v sweet and bland but maybe saintcurse (mary) shopping (pandora is just staring) very bland but like...im sorry
okay here we go pls dont hate it<3 domestic muggle sntcrs real
pandora has a very specific philosophy when it comes to mary and it goes something like this;;;
what mary wants mary gets and they're out at a party pandora didn’t want to go to but it's okay because mary looks radiant under flashing lights with her deep pink blush dusting her cheeks and her eyeliner gold to match her dress when she puts her hand on pandora's waist and leans in to brush her soft lips against pandora's cracked skin and kiss away her worries and oh pandora feels like she might be at home in a crowd if only the crowd would surround mary's arms
what mary wants mary gets and they're sitting in velvet chairs mary's right hand squeezes pandora's left and mary snacks on popcorn pandora hears it crunch in her mouth crackle and pop sweetly & envies it really but she tries to refocus as irritatingly empty characters dance on something like a thousand square feet of projected light mary giggles and her laugh chimes like a bell & sits behind pandora's teeth because while she derives no pleasure from being here in front of a screen far too large showing people far too shallow the taste of mary's voice will linger on her tongue for as long as she can hold it
what mary wants mary gets and they're opening the door and a wide grin is stretching cross mary's face and tilting her lips ninety degrees up as a vile little thing steps over the threshold to give her a hug; oh darling, how have you been? says mary to the thing the spiteful invader who scratches out a guffaw like an ass and smiles i'm okay thank you so much for letting me stay with you both! and it turns to her as if it expects warmth the only warmth pandora will offer to the creature is the warmth of his blood after she slashes his throat and it pools underneath him—but of course she says instead of gutting him there and then-- because what mary wants mary gets.
what mary wants mary gets and they're out in a store pandora couldn't remember the name of if she tried and mary flits from sector to sector a hummingbird in its natural habitat a butterfly spreading its gossamer wings bedazzling with its aurite shine so of course pandora just sits there & observes nature perhaps it's not iridescent sparkling light or deepening emerald green foliage perhaps it's plastic like consumerism like capitalism grey but mary's there like a painter's dipped their brush spread cool streaks of pigment across pale canvas store with mary's gold purse and slip-white dress and full dark lashes and crimson lips so what does it matter? mary does what makes pandora happy & pandora likes to follow her code: so what mary wants, mary gets.
