"Can I sleep in your bed tonight?"
Send “Can I sleep in your bed tonight?” and my muse will respond to yours asking them that question.
{ life is unpleasant. it’s short and harsh for everyone, be they wife or boy. perhaps those who live longer have it worse. their suffering is prolonged. but miss giddy is not suffering from her own ailments. instead she bites back a snarl as their ripped away from her. how easy it is to be consumed by the horror, by the fear.
she says nothing, does she need to? how could she offer comfort in a time like this? giddy seeks to learn everything she can about both the old world and the new, but she hopes never to know what angharad does.
her deepest apology for everything comes in the form of quickly moving to the left. arms laced with neat, fading cursive wrap around her thin shoulders. pressing a quick kiss to her forehead, she pulls the blankets over her.
giddy settles back into sleep with a surge of well-known sadness. the feeling that she’s losing her ebbs away. life is harsh, it’s short and it’s unpleasant but any chance she can to ease her pain, she –as both teacher and mother– will take it. }