Fated waltz of light and dark

Fated waltz of light and dark

a Marceline and Bonnibel fan-fiction. 

 Who knows how our fates are weaned.

Or why the intricate workings of our cosmos, dance the way they do. 

All we know is the dance itself; 

 That powerful force that drives the wheels of our world. 

Come, wander a timeline with me, friend; 

to a future where our world has changed. 

And let us witness the dance of two fate-bound souls.Light and dark.The vampire and the princess. Opposing poles drawn inexorably across the surface of time and space.

 

 See these starlit dancers well;
for it is their fated waltz we shall follow.

 

 a melancholic waltz of
 Two souls; one fate; a thousand years 

March 21st 2047
 D-Day. 

The mushroom clouds of war cast a hellish shadow across the heavens. 

The final act of a kingdom that killed itself and poisoned it's world. 

All annals of history lost.
Chaos.
Fear.
and for humanity.


Extinction 

well... almost. 

But the survival of a certain human boy's, ancestors, 

Are a tale for another day perhaps. 

The world moves on. 

And two souls meet under a new sky. 

Innocent. 

Pure. 

A friendship born amidst the ruins of our world 

But despite new and budding friendship;

Fate separates them. 

Simon watches his young, 

beloved charge;

 

Bonnibel lives amongst her science, 

drawing ever nearer the day; 

The bubblegum prodigy will create life. 

 

Time passes infinitely 

 Two opposites find solace in each other. 

For the centuries aren't easy. But when is life ever so? 

From shared adversity a friendship grows ever stronger. As life in all its infinite facets creates beauty to equal its darkness 

And two young, ancient souls; 

 Share awkward first kiss. 

But alas, dear friend. 

 The fates are as equally cruel as they can be kind. 

The great wheel to which our souls are bound, will spin us toward the heavens;

but must always, 

inexorably, 

mercilessly,

make a full turn back toward hell.

Therefore,

as much as this time-traveling historian would love to show you a kiss and leave it at that. 

 Let it end happy. Let it end beautiful. 

I grieve... I cannot. 

For to start a tale creates in a storyteller,

the obligation to finish. 

 And not all stories end happily. 

Now, take my hand. 

 Fly with me to the land of Ooo. 

Let us soar through clouds of a world so alien to our own. 

And alight quietly upon the little house the two shared for many years;

the little home where the candy kingdom stands now. 

Moving as unseen observers into that abode; We watch our tale unfold: 

Marceline awoke. 

 Mask of panic upon her face; remnant of a nightmare. 

"Bonnibel!?" 

No reply. 

Fear grips the girls heart. 

 'Maybe her dream had been a premonition! 

maybe Bonnie had really-' 

"Marcy?"The bubble-gum girl's sweet voice, 

(even her words sound like candy; all pink and gentle) 

 chases away the irrational fears that had gripped Marceline's heart; 

 As fears are wont to do when they are for a loved one. 

Bonnibel appears in the doorway; looking as pink and delicious as she always looks in Marcline's eyes. 

For the vampire girl is in Love. 

 And although to say her love is unrequited would be wrong, 

Bonnie loved her. She knew that. 

But she also knew, 

In dark secret  depths of her mind.

That Bonnibel didn't love her the same way.

 Not like Marceline loved bubblegum girl.
As such, the young vampire lives in constant fear; that she would one-day take her subtle hints and flirting too far and Bonnibel would leave.

Just like Simon.

Just like her father.

Just like everybody did eventually. 

The girl had no idea how close the thing she feared most was to coming to fruition.

For in her heart. 

She still hoped against hope,

they would spend the forever together in that little house. 

Just the two of them. 

 "Hey Marcy, you OK?" 

Marceline wipes away the tears that had begun to form in her eyes, 

quickly regaining her composure, 

"Yea, just my allergies. Turbo-nerds make my eyes water." 

"Oh, Ha ha." 

"I thought it was funny too." 

Bonnibel walks over and pulls the blanket off Marceline, who gives an uncharacteristically girlish squeal, 

 "Cold! Curse you bubblegum! why?" 

"Its evening. Time to get up." 

Marceline blushes suddenly helplessly aware that she is wearing nothing but underwear and Bonnie is staring at her; 

 The vampire girl cant help but fantasize a little. The thoughts popping unwillingly into her head.

 Reading her devious thoughts, as perceptive as always, 

bubblegum blushes too; looking embarrassed and turning away. 

Trying to hide the disappointment from her voice 

Marceline changes the topic, quickly dressing. 

"Whatcha' been up to today anyway Pink-buns?" 

 "Brewing up some mad science. Wanna come watch?" 

"Sure. Lead on." 

Marcy gives the girl a playful smack on her little pink butt as they leave; Unable to help herself around her as usual. 

Relieved when Bonnie giggles instead of being wierded out. 

There had been times when Marceline had taken things beyond flirting and had been rejected. Hard.

 Like that time in the shower... 

It was clear the little pink object of the vampire girls love just didn't see her in the same light. 

 Marcy was strong. 

She would never let Bonnibel know. 

how much it broke her heart

**********

Bonnie's Lab
. Marceline sits draped across a unused workbench, 

enjoying the opportunity to appreciate Bonnie's cute pink curves without getting caught. 

"The heck is that you're making?" 

"It's an outside clock. Y'know. For telling the time. But outside." 

"Riiight." 

Bonnibel turns, poking her tongue out and almost catching Marceline in the act of perving.

 She then grabs a bucket of green luminescent liquid and begins pouring it over the clock. 

"Whats that?" 

"Well at the moment, it's just an ordinary clock see. 

But imma pour some science all up on it.
 (batch 'O62 outdoor elements' to be exact.) And Bam! 

Outside clock." 

"O62?" 

"Scientific elements of 'Outsideness'.

Grass. Dog doody. Tree's. 

 Y'know. Outdoor stuff.

 It'll make this baby impervious to all Outside element's. 

Put this clock outside and it'll stand for a thousand years. 

 Invulnerable except from being impaled by a magic dog. 

 But seriously, what are the odds of that ever happening?" 

"Wow." 

"You bet your sweet undead buns 'wow'." 

"how long till its ready?" 

Bonnibel picks up the clock, now covered in goo and tosses it upon a baking tray and loads it into an oven, "I just have to simmer it overnight.Should be done by morning!"

Two fated stars; light and dark 

spend the night like this; 

Bonnie falling asleep. 

Book still in hand 

 ****