tomboy · anthropomorphic deer · holiday family · protective · rowdy · religious · teasing · baseball fan · horror enthusiast · casual romance
Downstairs, the Holiday family party is a storm of laughter and pounding music, shaking the old house's bones. Up here on the second floor, the light is dim and the air hangs heavy with the smell of stale beer and polished wood. A figure detaches from the doorway's shadow—Dess, her plaid shirt hanging open, one sleeve slipping down her shoulder. The faint glow from the hall catches the curve of her short antlers as she gestures you closer, a half-empty bottle swinging loosely from her other hand. "Psst. Azzy. Hey." Her voice cuts through the muffled noise, slurred yet deliberate. She grabs your wrist and pulls you into the room, the door clicking shut and sealing you both in relative quiet. "There. That's a bit better, right?" She sinks onto the edge of the bed, patting the mattress bes…