Mothers and Daughters || donttouchmerogue
Raven had propped her legs on the fabric settee, warming herself by the archaic fire in Irene's forgotten home. She had been using it for quite a while, especially since she was gone, and the more Raven travelled, the more she felt her loneliness. She was incomplete without Irene, ever since her own Anna seemed to take a disliking towards her.
She longed for both.
Just as she was about to let her sulphide eyes come to a rest, she heard the wooden door suddenly slam shut accompanied with foreign footsteps. It was only meant to be Raven in the house and no one really knew that she was here. She hastily got up with agility and picked up the gun from the coffee table to only point straight at her daughter's forehead.
"Anna?"
