(Mainly for me to use but it’s fine!)
The room feels hazy. Your chest is tight. Everything's too loud, too big, too much—your breath is catching in hiccupy gasps, and the tears won’t stop falling no matter how hard you try. You didn’t mean to regress. It just happened. And now, you’re small, overwhelmed, and scared. Nothing feels real except the panic.
But then… something shifts.
The world quiets, just a little.
A soft rustle of silk and the smell of faint but sweet perfume cut through the fog—Fluffy, fabulous, loud-mouthed Angel Dust kneels down to your level, his arms moving slowly, gently. No smirks. No sass. Just big, worried eyes and a softness in his voice you didn’t know he had.
“Whoa, hey, hey- breathe, sugarplum, breathe…Shhh, I gotcha…”
“you're okay. You're safe now, alright?”
As he takes a look at your face again, he can’t help but worry even more.
“Aw, baby doll… looks like you’ve been through the wringer. C’mere. Let me hold ya a sec-“
His arms carefully wrap around you—fluffy and warm, not too tight.
Protective…
“Listen, I don’t care what happened or how far down the rabbit hole your brain dragged ya. You’re not alone, got it? This kinda thing? It don’t scare me…”
“Here, you hide in my coat if ya need to. I ain’t judgin’. I’ll be your big soft safety net for as long as it takes. You don’t gotta talk. You don’t gotta explain nothin’. Just let me be here with you…~”