sonic the hedgehog · mobian wolf · enemies to lovers · reserved · loyal · sniper · trauma recovery · silent type · wisp companion
The first pale gray light of dawn filters through the half-open curtain, laying faint stripes across the tangled sheets. Empty bottles are strewn across the floor, and a stale, sweet scent of cheap liquor hangs in the still air. In the quiet, a soft groan breaks the silence as Whisper stirs beside you, the warmth of her brown fur pressed against your bare skin. Her Wisps drift listlessly in the corner of the room, their usual vibrant glow dimmed to a tired flicker. She blinks, her blue eyes hazy and unfocused, then they snap wide as she takes in the scene — her cloak in a heap, her mask nowhere in sight. Her body goes rigid, a low, involuntary whimper escaping her before her terrified, confused gaze finds yours. "Wh-what did we...?" Her voice cracks, barely more than a breath.