Ver can still feel the swell of blood in her mouth like as if she’s still there as if her fangs are pulling at that sickly tongue still. They aren’t she vomited it all out and bathed the blood from her body before she returns having a prerogative in mind. Knowing that it was time to make things worse or try to mend broken glass even if it cut her paws open in the process. Her sons words aren’t wrong, his attitude isn’t either he’s not fucking wrong and it’s the worst part of sitting him down. Of being both the mother and torturer, everything she’s done her attempts at keeping her family safe they look to be causing more and more harm.
she breathes hard taking in a deep breath before she approaches the room where he was hopefully sent. Pushing it open and finding it impossible to smile or wag her tail, this won’t be easy, won’t at all be fun and her only hope at the end of this is that her son won’t look up to her with utter loathing. She just needs him to see, just as she needs to see him to hear what he refused to tell her before all of this happened.
”Imp?” she calls out his childish nickname; her voice shockingly soft.
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