/ get him daddy andrei

Flynn’s gone. She’s showered off the remnants of last night, and is back in bed with clean sheets and her canopy closed — where she intends to stay indefinitely. A glourious start to ‘78.

Day three: still in bed, curtains drawn. Has only left during quiet periods to use the restroom, or to get a glass of water. The silence is deafening, but the isolation is probably the best thing for her right now (at least, that’s what she wants to believe).

She's gained company in the form of a black cat, with the prettiest green eyes.

Her comfort senses have been tingling, so she’s just going to ever so subtly wrap herself around @DevoutParagon, making sure to summon her most potent cuddle energy. Just in case she needs it.

— 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 ; tl.gd/n_1sr46ua