A little chunk of hope // TW: Alcohol

[SETHIRAM]

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

Her lips pulled back in a snarl as he spoke, pressing a paw against her cheek. For a second, her expression softened, haunted by the memory. Then, just as quickly as it came, it was gone. "Get your paw off me." she snapped, lashing out at his foreleg.

Staggering back, she felt blood trickle from the wound, but she looked at Lucinder. "And what... why do you care? Why the fuck do you even care!?" she raised her voice slightly, not enough to be a yell. Her skin itched so, so much. The scarring on her legs itches even more, and she fought the urge to scratch at it.

— Reggan