Tag: little glass vial x 1

She stumbled into her apartment, post-Cakes.

The night had been going so well, and...the circle of Tarts at Fancy Cakes reminded her of being on the Barge. Of crew laughing, and partying, and gossiping. Their friendship was a beautiful thing to witness, even as it cut old wounds deeper, watching this in a place full of so many ghosts for her.

And then a man came to sheepishly apologize to the Tarts; for lashing out, and walking away. For acting out without talking to someone first. The horned blonde about choked, her blood going cold as she watched.

It was her. Sobbing to Iloam. Crying, begging. How many times had she fucked up? How had she let it get so bad? 

She chimed in. Told him to back it up - that the refusal of some of those...