¤{ #OpenRP }¤

Elthea sneaks into ¤{ Reader }¤’s room quietly. She had been woken up from another bad nightmare, whimpering softly with tears in her eyes as she quickly and quietly climbed into the other’s bed, curling herself up under the blanket as she trembled.

🎨: Mine

She crouches down in the corner, holding her head in pain as the same, recurring memory forces itself in her mind. Crying softly as she growls.

"St–Stop..it..h–hurts.. stop..."

¤{ Open RP }¤

Elthea stumbled weakly through the alleyways of Hell as blood dripped from her open wounds. She tried her best to keep going, growling in pain with each step she took before she finally collapsed, only able to make out a shadow walking towards her before eventually going unconscious.

¤{ will do a few of these after work ^^ }

She has never trusted any of the Overlords . . . But why does she keep running into this one in particular? . . .

Reference Sheet:

'' I thought you loved me..''

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♡ + ↻ Please?