June Bug
she/her
twenty-seven
April 21
Mauville City
Bisexual
Delivery-Person
civilian
Swallow the Heart and Kill the Senses
TAG WITH @rysa
june sleigh
Let Me In [S]
POSTED ON Jun 13, 2024 17:51:03 GMT
“I’m…”
June knew what would follow. What she’d say, and what wouldn’t make it better. Nothing would. “That sucks. Really.”
That was all she had? ‘That sucks, really’?! Fuck, don’t fumble the ball now. If she did, then Annalise wouldn’t ever want to talk with her again. Certainly not with the important stuff. A loud rumble filled her throat as she cleared it.
“But… thanks for sharing with me. It means a lot,” she said. That was better. “I don’t think I’ll understand the exact feelings, but… I can relate with the lack of control. Incredibly so.”
Debt was much like a prison, minus the physical chains. Her own wardens were the bank, and her hellish work schedule the supposed tera crystals forced to be polished. A constant dread overhead, the guillotine that stood ready to kill at a moment’s notice.
But where they differed was important: June only had the one experience. This marked Annalise’s second of a traumatic experience. She couldn’t see the thousand-yard stare, nor the way she dissociated, but she knew the Ranger did. One of the ‘perks’ of sharing a similar experience.
Thus, Annalise might have been surprised as June shifted. Turned. Her bag came off her shoulder, and she ruffled around inside. Eventually, she found what she looked for, and–
The room exploded in red, blue, and black. A baker’s dozen of Fletchling emerged from June’s position and quickly scattered themselves amongst the room. None dared stray close to the Houndoom, yet some cheeky birds positioned themselves on bed posts. Chitter-chatter filled the room and drowned out everything else.
“I don’t know if it helps you, but it helps me, when it hurts,” she said. June inched back closer to Annalise, an arm wrapped over her shoulder and pulling her in. “Makes it impossible to think, over the noise.”
annalise henderson
(Thirteen Fucking Fletchling)
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