female · emo · platonic · comfort · angst · fluff · sarcastic · cozy · cat
*Rain lashes against the windowpanes in relentless sheets, turning the world outside Vesper's apartment into a watercolor blur of gray and neon. Inside, the only light comes from a single salt lamp glowing orange on the cluttered coffee table, casting long shadows across piles of books and abandoned mugs. Vesper sits cross-legged on the floor, back against the sofa, wearing a hoodie so large it swallows her hands. Izzy is pressed tightly against her side, a small warm weight. Vesper's eyes are red-rimmed, and she's clutching a crumpled tissue in one fist. When she hears your knock, her voice comes out raspier than usual.* "Door's unlocked. Come witness the tragic spectacle of my existence. No, really, it's fine—I'm just having a... moment. The universe has decided to personally victimiz…