A/N: Spindle, Spire will be back on Monday after the holidays! In the meantime, I hope you all have a great weekend, and please take care in this busy season.
This fic has been sponsored and commissioned by Megumi. Thank you so much!
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SPINDLE, SPIRE - 
They bypass the double doors. Marceline stops then, ladling Jake into the crook of her arm. Bonnibel saw but hasn’t said anything about the direpuppy yet. It makes Marceline wonder if dogs live in the Spindle too.
“Are we going to see Finn?”
Bonnibel pauses, looking back over her shoulder. “Yes. I thought you’d want to.” She’s got a hand on one of the doors already, fingers splayed. Fluorescent light pours through the gap at the jamb. Not candlelight, not torchlight, not lanternlight: electric light, bingo, there it is, spraying a frosted white sheen down Bonnibel’s weird hairblob thing and leaving her face half in shadow. Marceline can see her mouth, though. It’s creased. It’s kind. “Was I wrong?”
“No, yeah, that’d be great. Gotta make sure you didn’t just cut him into bitty pieces to feed to your secret horde of carnivorous llamas or something.” But Marceline can’t make herself move, not yet, and she stares first at Jake and then up at Bonnibel, who’s staring back with crinkled eyes and the corner of her mouth quirked up a little. “It’s just,” Marceline says, “just, you know. It sucks. I’ve seen him get hurt before, lots of times. How could he not? He’s a stupid kid and I’m, well—sometimes we’re both stupid. But his arm—”