Drunk Dany, what would you do if you owned B? #foreshadowing
Ridley and referenced B are @what-a-whump s characters.
(Cw for referenced pet whump and dubcon kiss)
I lift my head to turn back and stare at Ridley in disbelief. His face is slightly blurry, but I'm pretty sure I notice amusement in his gaze.
"What would you do with the dog, baby girl?", he repeats and traces my lip with his thumb. "You're blunt enough to tell me I'm treating him wrong, which I'd have to punish you for if you weren't as adorable as you are right now. Daddy's scotch is a bit too strong for you, huh?"
I frown at him. I don't think he's right. I... It shouldn't be my fault. He made me drink, much, so much, without any food.
He's pulling me closer against him. He's drunk himself. He doesn't ask questions like this usually. "What would you do?", he mumbles.
"Let him go", I say. It sounds stupid. I realize that. He'd come back. He's made for a purpose. "Un... Untrain him", I add. Is that even a word? Probably not. "Return who he was."
"Not possible", Ridley replies cheerfully. "Paid a lot for it. No, baby, he'd stay a dog, and he'd be all alone out there, a lost puppy in a cruel world."
I lean my spinning head against his chest. "I wouldn't let him be alone."
Ridley's lips brush over my neck, pepper little kisses over my collar. "You'd keep the dog. You'd let him protect you, wouldn't you? Like he does already. You'd let him sleep in the bed as well, wouldn't you? Not on the floor?"
"Yes, but... I..." There's something flawed about what he says, but I can't quite grasp it.
"Let him cuddle you? Like you do when you think I'm not looking?" His voice is harder now, and so is his hold of my neck.
I think of B, his warmth, his touch. Of the beast he can be when Ridley wants him to, and of the pain in his eyes after.
"I would", I say. It's the wrong answer, probably. Ridley acts as if it were right.
"You'd make him your own dog, baby girl", he purrs, a drunken slur with a sharp edge to it. "Just as I did. That's all you could do, and you would. Don't act like you're better than me."
"No", I mumble numbly. "I -"
I don't know what I want to say. It doesn't matter anyway, because Ridley's hand closes around my neck and he pulls me into a rough kiss.
[Dany Masterpost]
[Ask my intoxicated muses anything!]
