‍ ‍ ‍ 𝐦rs. 𝐥illy.ᐟ weaponized event.

staring at the reader.

/ keeping her weaponized for now!

shivering softly.

her baby. she wishes she could hold him, somewhere within her mind - wishes she could protect him from having to be so grown-up so quickly. her lips part. she’s so thirsty.

staring.

lips are dry— thirsty, so thirsty. no water comes, only a silent underlying desperation.

her head turns, just barely, almost imperceptibly so - eyes glazed over and seeing nothing. it’s an unintentional reaction, a bodily response to an ache in the neck that no spell can stop. they look at each other, but they don’t see each other. everything is consumed by HER.

she can’t handle this. somewhere in her mind, she screams. but her mouth doesn’t move.

her head turns back forward, and she’s silent again. there’s nothing more she can do - though, somewhere deep within, she’s crying for her baby boy.

the voice draws attention, and softly her head turns, not too quickly. “hey. how was school?” her voice is soft, low, slow. she looks tired.

sitting at the kitchen table, unmoving.

/ what if i did the event here too teehee

yes, i do.

i can talk to her. i’m sure it’s a misunderstanding.

i’m sure she’s not. she’s probably confused, she’s so sick…

honey, it’s only my necklace that’s missing. unless you’re missing something?

depends on what it is.

alright, alright, i’ll keep looking.

because! it’s very special to me!

it was in my little jewelry holder, where it always is!