#tfmarie

[tony-cavanaugh]

"Marie, where are you, my dear? I have got a surprise for you."

[misspandorasurrey]

Ever since the text message from Rebecca, Pandora hadn't been able to concentrate on her homework. Though she probably should have tried to study, she couldn't help but think about her friends. Especially her friends who she knew were at the festival. Despite not being able to tell a person's tone from a text message, Marie's response had worried her. The young girl was probably traumatized. Especially if she knew people who had gotten hurt. It was barely ten minutes since texting Marie that Dora walked into the hospital.

[misspandorasurrey]

text ✉ dora to marie

Dora: Hey, I heard about the shooting. You're alright, yeah?

[dianecavanaugh-blog]

Diane to Marie

Diane: I can't find you, and you aren't picking up. Are you okay?

Diane: Call/text me please. M x

[coltonxlasseter-blog]

Leaving the house today had been bad enough, but now Colton was hiding in the soup aisle of the supermarket, because he'd seen Marie a couple of aisles over, when he'd been trying to buy fish food. Because dammit, he might do a shocking job of looking after himself but he wasn't going to let anything happen to Mr Krink, not whilst he was alive. But his irritating ringtone started, and as he pulled out his phone to answer a call, he didn't notice her appear. Quickly shutting it off, he tried not to sigh or run away, and succeeded in both endeavours. "Oh. Hello," he said civilly. 

[coltonxlasseter-blog]

Regium + text posts

[4/?]

[adelenaida-blog]

"You never know how strong you are until strong is the only choice you have."

[dianecavanaugh-blog]

Echoes in the Dead of Dawn || Marie and Diane (flashback)

Diane had been unable to call the police for almost an hour after she'd found him. His body had been in the kitchen, his blood running in rivulets between the tiles, and she'd had the absence of mind at first to think, 'well, at least it will be easy to clean up.' But, after holding him and wailing, she'd got up, ignored the red on her blouse, and called the police.

"Hello? There's been a murder." She'd scared herself at how calm she was, how easily she had managed to slip back into her business voice. Then she had called her neighbour, Maggie, and asked if she would pick up the kids and take them home, as Diane needed to sort something out. Maggie had not asked what the problem was.

After the police and forensics were done, and the body and kitchen were cleaned thoroughly, she called the children round. She sat them down and told them, no tiptoeing around the subject.

"Your father has died." She decided on the passive voice.

"How?"

"He was murdered."

For a few days, whilst everything was sorted with the police (and Diane woke up sobbing), her young was sent to live with Maggie, and her eldest decided to stay at a friend's. Marie had been offered the chance of either, but refused.

Diane had not slept since she found him two days ago, and her eyes were red-rimmed and sleepy. But still, she sat up in bed, reading Jane Eyre for the fourth time and sipping at tea out of a thick mug. There was a knock at the door, so she looked up, to see Marie entering her room. It was past three, so she said, "You couldn't sleep as well?"