{ starter call from forever ago. || @reaperwalking }
Another night in. The pattering of raindrops doing nothing to drown out her thoughts. She sat as close as possible to the fireplace, face illuminated in the light of its bright flames. Despite the warmth enveloping the entire living room, she still felt cold, numb.
Her gaze fell from the fire and onto the glass in her hand - was this really one of her low nights? Without another second of hesitation, she downed the rest of her drink before getting up. It was only her first glass after all, she’d spent a good fifteen minutes just sipping and swirling it around.
As Mabel turned around to walk over to the table with the bottles of liquor on it, she froze. A billowing black cape.... a scythe.... this person wasn’t there before...
“Is this another hallucination?” she said aloud to herself, attention fixated on the intruder.
