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Tremors - Angstphibia
Marcy’s hands were shaking.
It wasn’t anything new. Marcy had tremors ever since she was thirteen years old; very since Amphibia; very since… the injury. The memories she was left with manifested as nightmares every night for the first few months after their return to Earth. It was difficult dealing with them alone, without Anne and Sasha by her side, without her parents understanding what she was going through. Her parents signed Marcy up for therapy; it helped. The nightmares were less frequent.
But the lasting effects of the… injury, manifested in a physical sense as well: tremors; uncontrollable shaking, mostly in her hands, but sometimes her whole chest shook. On bad days her legs gave out completley, some days she couldn’t stand. Crutches didn’t really help since you never knew when the arms would give out as well. So, a wheelchair was decided upon. It made life both easier and harder. It helped her function normally every day, get from location to location, plus Anne and Sasha loved to push her around in it, their trips to the store were perhaps not the safest, but definitely the most adrenaline inducing. But also, Marcy never realised how many places where so… ignorant to the wheelchair users. It spawned several awkward conversations with employees when she couldn’t make it into her bank, or train station. But she managed.
But for Marcy it was the worst when her hands shook while working on her drawing pad. Like right now. The tremors began and she couldn’t do anything about it. She cursed under her breath. She knew forcing it wasn’t going to work, she just needed to wait for it to pass. The artist stood up and made her way to her bed where she flopped down and scrunched herself up into a fetial position as she hugged her pillow. She tried to relax, but worries kept invading her mind. The issue she was working on was already overdue, and the breaks between chapters were getting longer. It was her gift, her job, her way of getting through life by engaging with her hobby. But what worth was it if she couldn’t do it whenever fate randomly decided? That was when she felt a warm figure press up against her, pulling her in a huge.
Sasha’s arms wrapped around Marcy and the blond nestled into Marcy’s neck. It drew a giggle out of the artist. Sasha’s hands snaked to Marcy’s and held them firmly. She brought them up closer to her and kissed them. Sasha’s tenderness turned Marcy into jelly, which she guessed was like the opposite of what she needed right now. But she enjoyed it.
“Shakes again?”
“Yeah, I’m just… taking a break… I’m so behind on all the work.”
“…Want something to eat?”
“Huh? Uh, sure.”
“Thai Go?”
Marcy giggled, “Again? I swear we’re keeping them in business.”
“Well, then Anne should be thanking us. I’ll go and order.”
“Wait, Sasha, I can’t. I got- I have so much I need to do- the work-” Sasha stole a kiss from Marcy and began to nizzle into her neck, Marcy erupted into laughter as she attempted to push Sasha away, she placed her hands on Sasha’s cheeks and pushed, “Hey, come on, quite it, stop it! Hahehaheh!”
“Give me that kiss!”
“No!”
“Marcy, you come first, always. Your work comes second. And if your editor has a problem, I’ll just scare ‘em a little. No one pressures my girlfriend.”
“Heheheh, don’t you dare! You almost gave them a heart attack last time.”
“And I’ll give them another one.” She stole another kiss, this time she stayed for longer and Marcy welcomed her. After she broke off, she said, “And you better remember: You come before your work. Okay?”
“Sasha.” Marcy rolled her eyes.
“I mean it. Or otherwise, you’re trapped here forever.” Sasha stated as she held her girlfriend down. “Okay? Deal? Marshmallow?”
Marcy sighed at the mention of her favourite pet name, “Okay, fine.”
Sasha lifted Marcy in her arms and she ventured into the livingroom, where we would order a cute Thai girl to come over and deliver the food herself.