❝𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞❞ // ᴊᴊʙᴀ x ᴏᴄ

♚11-𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫♚

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A/N: The dialogue between Gyro and Marie has parts in italics, which indicate the two discussing in Italian, since I unfortunately do not know it. Enjoy!

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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : ɪ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ
- ᴍᴀʀʏ ᴄᴏꜱᴛᴀ

1:22 ───ㅇ───── 2:44

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Marie had spent the following few days with her unexpected and expected guests, to which the morning started as any other.

"HOW DARE YOU NOT CALL FOR ALMOST A YEAR!"

"JOLYNE- OW! WOULD YOU STOP PULLING MY HAIR?!"

"Honey, please! It's only 10 am! The others are asleep!"

"Not right now, Anasui!"

"YOU SHOULD LISTEN TO YOUR- GYRO HELP!"

Of course, Marie didn't let the loud bickering disrupt her singing session.

And since she didn't feel like telling them to keep it quiet, she had better plans than to leave everyone in a good mood for the morning.

From the underground kitchens to the top of the roof, her voice projected like the gentle song of a mother bird's calling for her children.

It was soft, melodious but strong and sturdy all at once. And even if it was noisy, no one ever complained about being awoken in such a state.

The unpleasant bicker had died down, and everyone was enchanted by her spell. All that could be heard was her heavenly notes and soothing lyrics.

She hummed softly, unable to hear the sounds of footsteps that curiously entered the kitchens.

Marie's escape was the song world. It was as if her soul had left her body and that she went to live another life for 3 or 4 minutes.

Busying herself with the morning beverages of the day, the figure leaned by the stone-arch entrance, completely captivated by her everything.

"I wonder, I wonder,"

Marie opened the small window, letting the steam escape.

"I wonder why each little bird has a someone,"

She began preparing the trays and opened the fridge.

"To sing to, sweet things to,"

Rummaging through the small compartments, she dished out the ingredients for a fruity smoothie.

"A gay little love melody."

Her voice rippled through the atmosphere, even as the blender churned and whizzed.