( @luciamazzoni )
"It's just not fair." Val drops back into the armchair behind them, a flurry of clattering pendants and messy curls as they settle. "Y'know darling, I'm so tempted t'have you bite me properly, turn me, just so I can taste blood how you do. Bet it's a fuckin' dream. An' meanwhile, I drink it and it's like... hot vomit's been stewin' in an old metal pot for 50 years." They sigh, maybe a bit over-dramatically, swirling red wine in a glass. Close-by, a black Newfoundland is lying calmly on the floor, half-asleep. "I just can't win."














