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» after the unexpected encounter with oliver, doe had downed a few more shots, and took an extra with her to the bathroom to clean her wound. she carefully tore the bottom of her dress and wrapped it tightly around her arm to stop the bleeding, tightening it with her teeth. she could only hope that the bloodied dress looked as though it were part of her costume. she only feared manon’s reaction.
the blonde made her way back out to the party, and of course it turned into a real life game of where’s waldo. the second she saw the striped shirt and those soft curls, she grasped onto her wrist and pulled her close, arms wrapping tightly around her waist. there was no hiding her bloodied bandage, and the remnants of blood on her arm and her dress. but she held manon close regardless, hoping she wouldn’t pull away. ❝ don’t panic, i’m okay, ❞ she said, just loud enough for her to hear.
their faces were close. so close that all doe had to do was lean in ever so slightly, and their lips would catch. her head was spinning, partially because of the blood loss, partially because of the alcohol. but she wasn’t going to kiss her then and there. she needed to wait until it was quiet and they were alone. ❝ will you come with me ? outside. ❞
Parties were just synonyms of bad ideas, that was something that had been proven true in Manon’s almost three decades of pitiful existence. Especially parties that involved “adults” and the like, not a group of carefully supervised children. Oh, and parties with alcohol. And disguises, on purpose. Manon was leaning awkwardly against a wall, hands fidgeting anxiously in her pockets feeling a little too hot in her red beanie and long sleeved striped shirt because of course she had to go and dress like Waldo just to see that happy look in Doe’s eyes. And for that look she would have dressed pretty much like anything: a chicken, a Queen’s Guard, a ridiculous jellyfish like that weird kid that was always talking about animals. It seemed like yesterday when they had first met, but Manon knew she was already doomed because she was ready to drop it all for Doe. It was all Doe, Doe, Doe. And god was she happy things were like that.
And now she had lost her Doe in the aforementioned stupid party full of people dressed as pop culture references she knew nothing about. She had watched Midsommar on a bus so she kinda knew what Doe was talking about when she asked for a flower crown. And she looked better than anyone in Hollywood ever would.
The social anxiety plus the claustrophobia plus the worry of losing her Doe were making Manon start itching for her inhaler when she was pulled into a familiar pair of arms and she relaxed almost instantly. Until she saw the blood, looking almost neon in contrast to the white fabric of the dress. The blood. That hadn’t been there before. Blood. Manon was ready to do the opposite of what she was told and panic because blood, when the blonde’s lips got so close that she was ready to pucker up and forget about everything else. “I... Doe... Aye, outside.” Flustered and trying to reconnect her brain to her body, she wrapped an arm around Doe’s waist and led her outside. “Luv, you look a little unsteady,” she whispered in her ear, “Care to explain?”
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