thoughts from a severed head

Dad was here. It's the only home she's ever had. She can't leave him again-- if Hen does, she's worried that she'll never see him again. Her siblings were scattered to the winds, but maybe... maybe they'd circle back here in time, too. They'd been born to the crypt, and to the crypt she remained inexplicably tied. It only seemed fair.

Taking a step back from the border and tipping her head back, Henbane calls for their alpha. It's a blind request, and fuck, she doesn't like asking for anything from anyone... but sometimes we do hard things. Sometimes we do hard things for those you love.

"Speech"