#lefennygreyback

I have 11 things sitting in my drafts, and I'm trying to get things sorted out for university which is stressing my out beyond belief because for some strange reason my school decided to accept me into the wrong program? I got into one that I didn't even apply for?

Sarah tossed restlessly in her sleep as the dream she was having suddenly turned into a nightmare. She walked throughout her childhood apartment, her footsteps the only sound she could hear besides her heartbeat. The silence was deafening as she wondered why she was here of all places. She walked down the hallway, fear increasing with each step. She could feel a sense of foreboding echoing down the hall from the living room, but she couldn’t stop herself from continuing onwards. When she came to the living room, she froze. The man she hadn’t seen in 14 years now stood before Fenrir with a gun pointed to his chest. She could tell that they were talking, but she couldn’t hear their words. Silence was all she could hear. She couldn’t move forward to help, her body frozen as she watched the scene unfold before her. She saw the bullet leave the gun, striking Fenrir straight in the heart. She sat up in terror as she heard the last echo of the gunshot in her head. 

She ran a hand through her hair as she fought to control her frantic heart. Taking a few deep breaths, she looked over to see Fenrir sleeping right next to her. She smiled softly, realizing it was just a dream, before she leaned over to him. “Fenrir?” She asked quietly as she nudged him softly. When he didn’t respond, she nudged him again. “Fenrir.” She knew he was a heavy sleeper, but this was ridiculous. She turned him over to his back, hoping that would get him to wake up, but he remained motionless. “Fenrir?” She asked shakily as she realized he wasn’t breathing. She shook him a few more times. “This..isn’t funny. You’ve got to get up.” She couldn’t feel a pulse and she pulled away as her mind went blank. She got up out of the bed, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief. She walked over to the other side of the bed on shaking legs. She reached out with a trembling hand, hoping that this was the dream. “Why aren’t you waking up?” She placed her hand on his neck and dropped to the floor on her knees as a strangled sob tore through her when she finally accepted that he was gone. 

Sarah looked up at Fenrir as he came in holding a bottle of whiskey. “Oh, no. We are not getting drunk tonight.” She shook her head at him as she closed the book she was reading. “Absolutely not.” Fenrir smiled at her. “Aww, come on. Hunter’s not home and you are allowed to have a little fun every once in a while.” Sarah raised an eyebrow at him in disbelief. “Well, fun doesn’t have to mean getting drunk.”

He sat down next to her on the couch, holding out a shot glass for her to take. “Just a few. I won’t let this go until you do.” He stared at her, clearly showing that he wasn’t going to back down. Sarah rolled her eyes before taking the shot glass. “Fine. Only a few.” He beamed at her as he poured the shots. “Cheers.” He threw it back, downing it in one swallow before turning to her, expecting the same.

She sighed before she did the same, grimacing as she does so. “Oh, wow. Wasn’t expecting that.” She groaned when he filled her glass up again. “You said a few.” He reminded her as he filled his own before downing it seconds later. Sarah rolled her eyes, grumbling under her breath for a moment before she took the shot. She noticed it had gone down easier the second time.

A few shots later, she found herself giggling like a lunatic for no apparent reason. Fenrir looked at her with amusement. “Is this the first time you have been this plastered?” She kept giggling as she nodded, barely able to do so even as she tried to suppress the giggles. “Yep.” She placed emphasis on the ‘p’ before she took another shot, Fenrir following with one of his own. “I think you’ve had enough.” He commented as he took another shot, feeling a bit out of it himself. “But you’re the one who started it.” She replied with a pout, leaning her head against his shoulder with puppy dog eyes. “Don’t spoil the fun.” 

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Hades looked at the strangers. He mewed quietly in an attempt to say hello to them. They looked friendly, well, one more than the other. The younger boy looked much kinder...and familiar at that. Still, it could just be his now tiny mind imagining things.