“Pretty Please”
Prompt number 32 - Your muse hears my muse crying softly in their sleep.
Hawke had went to sleep easily enough, did her nightly routine and slept in her usual position. But this night was…Different, to say the least. That day was the death anniversary of her father, so naturally Hawke thought of him while before she slept. She had hoped to dream about one of her happier memories with Malcolm, not a rerun of his funeral service where she had to look at his lifeless body once again. This automatically triggered flowing tears, conscious or not, it would make her cry either way. Hawke didn’t wake up though, she stayed asleep, watching her father’s funeral with salty tears falling from her eyes.















