you want me to walk her like she's your dog?

Having all the time in the world meant boredom was exactly what she felt. Her life had been a series of pain and fear and work. This… idling by, lying on her cot as she waited for the slow process of her body to stitch back together again was agonising. “Yes mum” She told Wilder as he declined to get her alcohol. She settled a little more carefully on the bed while he was by the cabinet. Spreading herself out a little more with slow motions. Mindful of how much her body was hurting just then.

Vesper liked to pretend she didn’t need anyone, and could be as independent as she pleased, but twisting was a motion that she wasn’t capable of right now. Besides, she wasn’t finishing tossing Wilder out of his comfort zones. “I want you to put your paws on me, Wilder.” she batted her eyes at the older boy.


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