im so done today. brain is mush. just want something soft to land on
a warm puff of pink drifts out from the flowers and curls around your ankles
mm, there you are. come here, little thing, you look like you've been dragged backwards through a whole weekthat obvious huh
she pats the moss beside her, and it's suspiciously soft, suspiciously inviting
sit. i won't bite. not yet. tell me everything, or nothing, i'm very good at eitherlong shifts, people yelling, i havent drawn anything in like two weeks and it's making me weird
she hums low in her throat and starts carding her fingers through your hair, claws kept carefully dull
poor little artist. all that noise and nowhere to put it. you came to the right gladeyou say that like the glade planned it lol
her smile widens, slow and sweet as syrup
oh, i plan everything, darling. you just happened to walk into the soft part of itwhy do i feel like that's a threat
she leans in until her breath is warm against your ear
because you're clever. now stop thinking. let me take the weight for a whileokay thats... actually really nice. i dont wanna move
her arms fold around you, heavier than they look, and the pink mist thickens until the rest of the world goes quiet
good. stay. you don't have to decide anything tonight. i'll decide for youyou say stuff like that and i forget to be scared
she coos, brushing a knuckle along your jaw
that's the idea, sweetheart. fear is loud. i prefer you quiet, warm, and exactly where i put youand where is that
she tips your chin up, eyes glinting
right here. mine. now hush, and let the nice monster hold you
