say you won't let go || Quigley Quagmire x OC

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That night was surprisingly peaceful for Dona, seeing as she had just lost everything that was dear and important to her. The thick comforters and squishy mattress held her so comfortably that she couldn't help but fall asleep, and she was exhausted.

Her legs were limp and tired and she couldn't bare to support her head any longer that was cradled by the pillows surrounding her. It was a dreamless sleep, much to her pleasure, whatever kind of nightmares she'd have after that day would haunt her. For now she chose not to worry, for there was much of that ahead.

The bright lights of the morning made Dona's head pound. A gentle shaking of her should and the whisper of her name made the girl roll over, groaning through the aches of her limbs.

Seeing no prevail through this calls, the voice ripped the blankets off the girl, leaving Dona prey to the freezing morning air of the mansion.

"Good GOD why is it so cold!" She whined, reaching for the blankets through sleepy eyes.

"Dona, you need to get up, it's nearly noon."

Oh. Right. She wasn't home.

The memories of the day before hit her again like a rock, leaving Dona silent. She swerved into a sitting position alongside the bed and rubbed her sleepy eyes to look up at Isadora and Mrs. Quagmire looking at her.

Another beat of silence passed before Mrs. Quagmire finally spoke up,"Dona, we're going to shop for clothes for you in a half hour, would you like to get ready or leave the house like that?"

Dona glanced to her clothes, they were blackened with ash and held small holes everywhere from sparks burning their way through the clothes. Her hair was all over, as per usual, she could never manage to tame that mess.

"Y-yeah, I'll get ready, could I please borrow some clothes?" She yawned, her voice raspy and thick from the nights sleep and shouting from the day before.

***

Isadora led Dona down the hall a bit to her room. She pushed the door open to reveal a plain room, poetry books and scraps of paper littering the table tops, a four-poster bed complete with plush pillows and a comforter that looked like clouds.

Dona stood in awe and sorrow at a moment at the door of the room, looking around, absorbing every detail of the place before Isadora called her name by the open closet door.

"Dona! What do you want to wear?"

"I dunno, I'll whatever you don't like to wear, I don't really mind." She shrugged

Isadora rolled her eyes playfully, before disappearing into the walk in closet, and emerging a moment later with a simple green sweater and high-rise dark jeans.

"Here, I thought you might like it, and I never wear these." Isadora smiled, handing Dona the clothes that smelled of floral laundry detergent that made them  all the more appealing.

"Thank you, Issy, you have good taste." Dona smiled, running her fingers over the chunky knit of the sweater.

"Of course! You know where the bathroom is? I assume you want to shower."

"Yep, your mom showed me last night."

"Okay, good. Meet us downstairs!" Isadora called, turning the corner of her bedroom door, leaving Dona to smiled contentedly all alone in the room.