A little chunk of hope // TW: Alcohol

[SETHIRAM]

Sweet dreams are made of this,
Who am I, to disagree?

"I saw him... I saw him, I saw him!" she cried, unaware of Lucinder up until he threw the bottle. Looking with her good eye and cradling the bad with a paw, she glared at him.

"What I do..." she looked up at Lucinder, lost in drunken thought for a moment. "Is no one's business." She tried to reach for the bottle, then groaned again as her eye kept getting worse.

"Fuck-" she felt along her face, peeling away bandages and letting them fall to the ground, her paws shaking. Her vision blurred, and she shook her head, only making the pain worse.

— Reggan