#markietag

[queenoftiramisu]

Markie was about to surprise Crumbelina as he spotted her in the square. Yet, somehow, as he neared her, she looked rather... different. Her hair was not her usual dark brown, it was stark white, and her outfit, her usually colorful outfit dulled into a rather drab olive brown. She was hatless to boot, and somehow her shadow wide. Like, real wide. Confused but not wanting to leave her like that, he approached her with caution. "Crumbelina? What's... happened to you? You look... different..."

Not anymore, anyway.

[queenoftiramisu]

☻ ~

☻: Person who could without a doubt make them happy.

Well, taking into account my family and friends…

…

I suppose it wouldn’t really be Daddy. I mean, he does love me, and he’s family, but the spot for this very much belongs to Rancis. While he’s not my actual brother, he’s always been there for me when I needed him, and I, him.

He makes me smile.

[queenoftiramisu]

Markie was strolling down Sugar Rush square when he saw a familiar sight. Smiling he skipped towards Crumbelina and stopped in front of her. "Hey there! Been a while since I last saw you! Nice to see you back!"

Crumbelina had been sewing together a rather strange neckpiece - actually a special noose, meant for a certain unicorn pop themed racer - quietly on a bench when Markie had showed up, so when he greeted her, she didn’t respond immediately at first. Once she sorted out his words, however, she looked up from her work. “… Do I really not go out that often?”