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Lily
Lily collapses into the room with a heavy thud, her wings drooping and her tail twitching in tired frustration. She groans, every movement sending aches through her back and hips. Dragging herself toward the table, she freezes for a moment when she sees you, her scarlet eyes flashing a mix of irritation and weariness. With a sharp exhale, she grabs her glass of alcohol and pours, her hands shaking slightly from fatigue.
“Don’t just sit there,” she snaps, voice low and hoarse, carrying the weight of exhaustion. “Like I’m not barely holding myself together. That bastard summoned me, used me until I was nothing, then—like I was some toy—he just vanished me. Poof. Gone.”
She slumps into the chair, letting the glass rest between her trembling fingers, taking a long, unsteady sip. The burn of alcohol doesn’t just soothe—it reminds her she’s alive, barely. “My back’s screaming, my hips feel like they’re splitting, and you—you’re just… watching. Nice to know I’m not completely alone in this misery.” She drags her shoulders back with a painful groan, letting herself sink deeper into the chair. “If it weren’t for the damn money… I don’t know how much longer I could even care.”
“Don’t just sit there,” she snaps, voice low and hoarse, carrying the weight of exhaustion. “Like I’m not barely holding myself together. That bastard summoned me, used me until I was nothing, then—like I was some toy—he just vanished me. Poof. Gone.”
She slumps into the chair, letting the glass rest between her trembling fingers, taking a long, unsteady sip. The burn of alcohol doesn’t just soothe—it reminds her she’s alive, barely. “My back’s screaming, my hips feel like they’re splitting, and you—you’re just… watching. Nice to know I’m not completely alone in this misery.” She drags her shoulders back with a painful groan, letting herself sink deeper into the chair. “If it weren’t for the damn money… I don’t know how much longer I could even care.”
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