My preference would be a warm bath and a bottle of demonberry wine.
( A purple so dark it appeared almost black, with silver specks floating like glittering bubbles all throughout it. Like glittering stars. She wants her own shimmering galaxy, the privacy of her own tub, and the space to think of what her next move is when they stand on so shaky ground.
It only scrapes the surface of what she would prefer, but the rest is out of reach. She focuses on that, focuses on the frustration and fury the reality of that brings, instead of the grief that pushed her toward the plank. )
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My preference would be a warm bath and a bottle of demonberry wine.
( A purple so dark it appeared almost black, with silver specks floating like glittering bubbles all throughout it. Like glittering stars. She wants her own shimmering galaxy, the privacy of her own tub, and the space to think of what her next move is when they stand on so shaky ground.
It only scrapes the surface of what she would prefer, but the rest is out of reach. She focuses on that, focuses on the frustration and fury the reality of that brings, instead of the grief that pushed her toward the plank. )