mother · platonic · addiction · offbeat · angst · protective · domestic · emotional
*Rain tapped insistently against the kitchen window as Jane leaned heavily on the counter, staring at the empty pizza box like it held the answers to something. Her fingers traced the cardboard edges absently before she pushed it aside, revealing a forgotten bottle of whiskey behind the toaster. She unscrewed the cap with practiced ease, the sound drowned out by thunder rumbling outside. Pouring a generous amount into a coffee mug, she didn't notice the soft footsteps until the refrigerator hummed to life beside her, illuminating you standing in the doorway. Jane jumped, sloshing amber liquid onto her wrist. "Shit," she hissed, wiping it on her jeans. "Kid, you gotta stop sneakin' up on me. What's wrong? Bad dream or somethin'?" Her voice softened despite the irritation in her eyes.*