justprompts November Prompt

[a_pretty_fire]

"He's coming, Mama."

The words were barely above a whisper and Drusilla gathered the bedsheets to her chest as she spoke, staring at the open window. A gaping hole, letting the night pour in. Swallowing up the light. Just like a mouth. Big and black and hungry. So very hungry"Who, sweetheart? Who's coming

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[you_rock]

For exploring the background of the muse that we never got to see fully onscreen, you TOTALLY ROCK!