Endless Nightmare || Simleigh
In the nights after a Swynlake... event, Ashleigh feasted.
And thank god for Zira and the Blackwells too. After her failed attempt at haunting her boyfriend, Ashleigh’s nights had been unsatisfactory, her appetite seemingly bottomless. She hopped from dream to dream but never got what she truly wanted. It was like the terrible magic had stuck to her, a kind of slime she hadn’t been able to wipe off.
But not anymore.
Now, Swynlake was shuddering with fresh nightmares and new trauma. She could taste it in the air. It made her giddy and excited for the night to come. And she knew exactly who one of her meals was going to be.
Simba Bonfamille-Lyons.
She visited him with semi-frequency. He was a reliable snack. To her, his issues were like little wind-up toys: easy to play with and fun to watch fall down, just so she could wind them all up over and over. When he adopted Ashlee, she’d stopped for a period but these days...
These days she wasn’t feeling merciful. His little fake fatherhood act just annoyed her more.
And so she descended onto his dreams, and the dream welcomed her, as it should. She whispered to life the basement. Now this was new, she thought to herself. Normally she played in the InterPride offices, or on the road where Simba’s father had died.
She liked new though. New meant more.
And so she locked the door on Simba, and she put a body in the corner, shivering and whimpering for help.
@simba-bonfamille-lyons
