Closed RP - River Tam and Fillerbunny
It was safe to say that Fillerbunny, in all his short, distressing life, had never imagined that he really could actually be this happy.
His basket next to River's bed was soft and warm, and River herself was generous with cuddling and treats. She'd introduced him to her friends, and gently warned him away from Certain People -- not that warnings were needed in certain cases -- and treated him, well, like a friend, not just a pet.
There were really only two significant weeds in the green grass of his new life. One was the persistent feeling, brought on by years of all that, that the shoe would eventually drop, and it'd be back to the needles in the brainmeats again. The other was that he had nightmares about all that. Normal rabbits aren't supposed to dream; or if they do, it's about running through grass and hiding under shrubs. But Fillerbunny dreamed, and the dreams woke him up at night and sent him in a panic out of the basket to curl up next to River's head on her pillow.
His basket next to River's bed was soft and warm, and River herself was generous with cuddling and treats. She'd introduced him to her friends, and gently warned him away from Certain People -- not that warnings were needed in certain cases -- and treated him, well, like a friend, not just a pet.
There were really only two significant weeds in the green grass of his new life. One was the persistent feeling, brought on by years of all that, that the shoe would eventually drop, and it'd be back to the needles in the brainmeats again. The other was that he had nightmares about all that. Normal rabbits aren't supposed to dream; or if they do, it's about running through grass and hiding under shrubs. But Fillerbunny dreamed, and the dreams woke him up at night and sent him in a panic out of the basket to curl up next to River's head on her pillow.