( open ) you doing anything to keep her by your side

[disagree]

Who ❄️ Eula and you!
What ❄️ July catchall. Substories, mingle things, Eula getting white-girl wasted again.
When ❄️ July duh
Where ❄️ Around town
Content Warnings ❄️ Copious amounts of alcohol. The rest is TBA.


substories | ic mingle
pm me if you want a personalized starter!

Comments

[adversus]

[Something about that makes her heart absolutely melt, but it's as she expected. This girl had a weight on her shoulders back home, and it's something that she would absolutely listen to, when they weren't walking her home in a drunken state. Still, Marie gives Eula a comforting squeeze with her arm. Careful not to aggravate her dizziness, but enough to let her know that she meant every word of it.]

Really. I'll even listen to all your troubles, without judgment. I can promise you that, sweetheart. You aren't alone.

[With more detailed directions, she gives a thankful not to the guard. Her eyes peering over at Eula once again, before motioning her forward and into the building. Careful with every step again, before they finally make it to her room.]

I'll fish out your keys, so don't worry about moving too much.

[While it's a bit invasive, she's careful not to move Eula as her hands begin to fish for her keys. Immediately grabbing them once she feels cold metal against her skin. Quickly fishing it out, and using the key to unlock her door. Immediately guiding Eula into her bedroom, before looking at her with a soft, but understanding look.]

Do you need me to bring you to the bathroom?

[disagree]

[ sweet... heart... only mothers and the like would say those kinds of words, and they're never directed at eula until now. she could cry in marie's arms if any of this isn't humiliating enough.

eula's head just keeps noddling idly while marie takes care of the keys, letting themselves inside and finally resting her head on her bed. marie keeps talking, as if to ensure that she really is here at this very moment, and eula's doing all she can to focus her gaze on the other woman. it's hard to do so, but it's the least she can do. ]

N-No. I don't feel... You know. Yet.

[ she will rush to the bathroom and throw up long after marie's gone, however. ]

But you could... get me something to eat later...? Sorry for asking this.

[ she owes her so, so much that it's embarrassing. oh well, she'll think about it once her head's cleared up. ]

[adversus]

[Marie's presence does hover for a moment, eyes glazed downward once Eula is in bed. Both hands already reaching for the sheets, and pulling it halfway against her body. Just to ensure that it's not too hot, but also not too cold; the alcohol probably making her body feel a bit more warm than usual. Still, it's a loving gesture, and she kneels down to sit at the edge of the bed. One hand already reaching for her blue strands, and tucking it behind her ear to get her hair out of her face again.]

Of course I can. What did you want to have?

[There's no sense of judgment in her voice, and in fact, her expression is soft and gentle. Hand brushing back some of those strands again, in a soothing motion. Careful not to add too much pressure onto her head, but enough to where Marie attempts to soothe her aching head from all that drinking. Her fingers surprisingly gentle, and comforting against her scalp, before pulling her hand away.

It was something that she tended to do with her children when they had horrible headaches, and this was no different. She would sit by her, too, until Eula told her to go away, or if she needed something.]

I'll stay for as long as you want me to. I'm here for you.