#marigoldfryres

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Aspen: Jesus...Marigold, what have you gotten yourself into? Who’s doing this? Why didn’t you call me?!

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Marigold: It was about a month after I left home...I’d made it as far as Twinbrook, and was travelling through the swamps when this guy started following me. 

I turned around to give him a piece of my mind...but then I saw his face. I know now what I was seeing, but at the time, it was just sharp teeth and fur. So...

Aspen: ...you’re telling me that you’re...you’re a werewolf?

Marigold: I am. Do...do you believe me?

Aspen: I...I don’t know. Yes...yes, I suppose that I do.

Marigold: Thank you. 

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Marigold: Aspen, wait.

Aspen: ...Marigold?

Marigold: Please. 

Aspen: Oh my God. Are you okay? Your...your face.

Marigold: It’s a long story...but...can we talk? Please? I want to apologise, for everything. 

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Marigold: Are you telling me that, or yourself?

Aspen: Bit of both. I’m glad you’re feeling well enough to make sarcastic comments, though.

Marigold: Thanks. Me too.

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Aspen: If...if she was a werewolf, does that mean you could be in danger? Being here?

Marigold: We don’t know yet...but it’s looking like a possibility. 

Aspen: You have to leave.

Marigold: Aspen, it’ll be fine. I can take care of myself.

Aspen: I...if you’re in danger, then-

Marigold: I’ve got this. 

Aspen: ...okay...well, take my number. If you’re ever in danger, or just...just need to talk...please. Please call me.

Marigold: I will. 

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Marigold: You’re sure it’s okay for me to be here? Peter and I didn’t exactly leave off as friends...and neither did we.

Aspen: It’ll be fine.

Marigold: Does he even know that I’m here?

Aspen: ...I’ll explain. It’ll be fine. 

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Peter: Aspen, I- Oh. ...Marigold. Hello.

Marigold: Hi Peter.

Peter: Aspen, can I speak to you outside for a minute?

Aspen: ...uh-huh. Yeah, of course. 

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Marigold: I’m sorry for, for everything I did to you. After this happened, I realised that I...I’d been angry about the wrong things. That I’d taken my own fears out on you and that was so, so wrong of me. I caused so much pain, Aspen, to all of us.

Aspen: You did. But...but it’s been what, thirty years?

Marigold: That’s not such a long time to me anymore.

Aspen: It’s a long time, Mari. I...I can’t forgive you yet, but I can start to.

Marigold: That’s all I’m asking for. A start.