Mabill One-Shot- âCovered in bloodâ
Mabill One-Shot- âCovered in bloodâ
The first time Bill came home covered head-to-toe in blood, Mabel was watching a sloppy romcom on tv.
Plop plop plop.
Water from Bill's clothes spilled onto the carpet by their front door.
âBill! Donât track rain in here- itâs frickinâ cold!â Mabel hissed, eyes focused on the TV.
âSHIT- I THINK I STAINED THE CARPET.â
âWell geez- go get a towel or somethi-â
It wasnât exactly the biggest startle of her life, but it was pretty high up there on the latter.
Mouth open to let flies in, she stared at his crimson-stained form.
âWHAT? DO I HAVE SOMETHING ON MY FACE?â He smiled a shit-eating grin. Bill held up his hands as if he were seeing them for the first time. "OH! THAT!" He laughed, bemused.
âOhmygodbillwhatthehellâ She fumbled, running over to him at a hurried pace. She held his arms out, inspecting him. Mabel's eyes bore into his pitch-black eyes with her furrowed brows.
She could read him.
She knew she could.
âWhat happened?â Mabel asked sharply.
âEH, IT WAS NOTHING, DONâT WORRY ABOUT IT.â
âYouâre covered in blood.â She paled.
âNEVER SAID IT WAS MINE.â
She shivered. God- she loved him but sometimes she had to remind herself that sheâs dating a demon. Heâs killed. And though things have happened⊠since then, Mabel couldnât forget about it. Wouldnât.
âKIDDING! KIDDING STAR, ITâS ALL MINE.â He cackled, waving a hand to brush it aside. It was rather worrying, she might add.Â
"Jesus, Bill-"
"JESUS HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS-" Bill sneered with a sharp grin.
"What happened?" She murmured, reaching a hand to his face. He sharply looked away.
"SAY," He began, and whipped his head back to her. "DON'T I NEED ONE OF THOSE 'BANDAGE-AIDES'?"
But a shower and bandaids peeled later, he managed to dance around the question like it was a game of limbo. And asleep in his arms that night, the question never faded from her thoughts.
She couldn't sleep that night.
The second time Bill came home painted head-to-toe in blood, Mabel was knitting a particular sweater for a very particular customer.
Her fingers were numb from the careful stitching and plucking. They ached and begged to be rested. But every time she sat those needles down, the plush yarn glared at her in guilt. So sheâd grab them up once more.
âHONEYYYY IâM HOOOMEEEEE!â He slurred, stumbling the door closed with a thud. Bill shifted back into his smaller demonic form with ease.
Much comfier. It used less energy than sustaining a human form.
âWhat did you dri- HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK BILL??!!â Mabel shrieked.
There he was. Again. In blood.
âHEH HEH IâVE ALWAYS WANTED TO SAY THAT.â He flopped onto her lap, staining the sweater she had worked all day on, not like she cared at the moment anyways.Â
She gently pulled him up to stare at him. âBill, I'm serious, please tell me whatâs going on.â
And for a second it convinced him.
For a second that warmth in her eyes and gentle words made him want to collapse.
For a second.
âWOW- GETTING A HUMAN TO CARE ABOUT ME? YOUâRE SOMETHING, DOLLFACE.â He planted a weird sloppy eye-kiss on her forehead and stumbled back into her lap.
"IâM FINE.â
She didnât sleep much that night either.
They both knew neither was asleep, but no one broke the hum of silence.
She couldn't take the silence the following night.
âWhy canât you talk to me about it.â She whispered, mostly to herself and not really expecting a reply.
She was staring at their roomâs ceiling, her glow in the dark stars encasing the entirety of it. Both welcomed it, Bill more so than she would have thought. âMUHAHAH! ITâS MY UNIVERSE NOW!â He cackled, sticking the objects carefully as he did so. âNO BIG DIPPERS IN MY UNIVERSEâŠâ Mumbling the last part, to which he received a weird stare from Mabel. That memory never failed to paint a smile on her face.
â...my power.â The demon mumbled, so small she barely registered it. Shame creeped across his face and he refused to meet her gaze when she tried to capture it. âTHOSE MISERABLE FLESHLINGS ARE MAKING ME TIRED. I WASNâT LIKE THIS BEFORE.â
Bill wasnât one for vulnerability, or hell, any icky human emotions, but it made Mabel happy, so he couldnât argue with that. Didnât make it more comfortable though. She continued rubbing his hand, silently motioning him to continue.
âSHOOTING STAR, IâM SUPPOSED TO BE AN ALL POWERFUL DREAM DEMON. FLESHLINGS TREMBLE AT MY PRESENCE AND BEG FOR FORGIVENESS!â And for the first time that night he pulled away his facade to look at her. His eyebrows creased as he stared deep into her brown, beautiful eyes.
âAM I ANYTHING WITHOUT IT?â He strained.
They had gone through a conversation similar to this with her. Her future, and connecting her self worth to how others viewed her.
Before she grimaced at the memory, but now it brings her joy to see how far sheâs come. Sheâs prideful. And for Bill to ask something so personal, something that clearly heâs been thinking about for awhile, well it makes her feel all the more close to him.
She pulled him into an embrace, which albeit was more difficult with him being in a vessel. Yet he always refused to sleep beside her without it.
âYOU CANâT ESCAPE ME NOW, SHOOTING STAR!â Heâd cackled and squeeze her close.
She smiled.
âTrust me, youâre going to be ok. Itâs all gonna be ok.â Mabel muffled into his sweater, and squeezed him tighter.
Bill felt sharp stinging in his eyes, welling up with tears. He wanted to scoff.
He hated human emotions.
But for Mabel, maybe they aren't so infuriating.