The warm mug sits in her hand, chipped nails against porcelain crackle, tea fog on her face, covering her glasses, letting herself sink into the warmth.
Even in the darkness she could see the blood covering her hands. She could still taste his warmth upon her lips, the fear in his eyes her last memory. Was this really who she was now? A true creature of the night to be feared for eternity? Her thoughts mulled over the possibility as she stared into the fire before her. The low crackle and pop of the flames seemed to call to her, soothing her and inviting her.
Cat
creating consciousness from cracked conch shells, crustaceans, and crabcakes. everything is creatures.
The warm mug sits in her hand, chipped nails against porcelain crackle, tea fog on her face, covering her glasses, letting herself sink into the warmth.
Even in the darkness she could see the blood covering her hands. She could still taste his warmth upon her lips, the fear in his eyes her last memory. Was this really who she was now? A true creature of the night to be feared for eternity? Her thoughts mulled over the possibility as she stared into the fire before her. The low crackle and pop of the flames seemed to call to her, soothing her and inviting her.
creating consciousness from cracked conch shells, crustaceans, and crabcakes. everything is creatures.