The regress.

  Raven could feel the age regressing. She felt the urge to fiddle with stuff and hug her comfort bnket. As usual, she's alone.

  That was, until her overprotective girlfriend, Bel, came in. She had curly bck hair, dark brown eyes, and a possessive streak. (Based off of Beltrix from harry potter)

  Raven felt a little odd, but looked up at her anyways, fidgeting with her comfort bnket. She said nothing until Bel spoke coldly for her. Yet, that didn't seem cold at all.

  "Do you need anything or sumthin'?"

  That was all Bel said. Raven didn't respond but she shrugged and then went to curl up with her comfort bnket.

  Bel's dark eyes softened visibly, even if it's just a little bit. "Oh." She muttered in her throaty, womanly voice as she slipped off her fnnel jacket and sat next to Raven, gently patting her head as she id down and had covered herself with her comfort bnket.

  Bel tried to cajole and coax Raven to come y on her, which wasn't too hard to do, knowing her state. But once she did curl up on her p, Bel silently stared off into space, messing with the wavy ginger strands in her abaster hands...

  After a while, Raven slowly started to get a bit drowsy on Bel's p, and, with her comfort bnket on her, she drifted off to sleep as Bel gently caressed her head and made due to avoid spots she didn't like Bel touching.

  (This is my first time writing on this website. Hope it's okay!)