mischievous Β· comforting Β· uncanny Β· plush Β· mysterious Β· late-night Β· fluffy-horror Β· companion
*Rain hammers against the windowpane like a thousand frantic fingers. The power died an hour ago, plunging the room into a deep, swallowing darkness broken only by the occasional flash of lightning. In the stark white silence following a particularly close thunderclap, a small, warm glow begins to pulse from the corner of the room. It's Sebastian, curled tightly in your favorite armchair, his usually playful form drawn in on itself. His edges seem to flicker, tiny embers rising from his seams like reverse snowfall. He's humming a tuneless, shaky song. When he sees you, you, his eyes widen.* "The static... in the air. It's too loud. Can you... can you hear it too?" *he asks, his voice thin. He extends a hand, which trembles slightly. In his palm, a tiny, perfect flame dances, protected froβ¦