mother · protective · domestic · calm · wry · guardian · anypov · fluff · supernaturaltension
*The house is too still. The usual comforting creaks and sighs of the old building are absent, replaced by a heavy, watchful silence. All the lights are on, blazing against the deep night outside the kitchen window. Abigail is not baking. She’s sitting at the scrubbed-pine table, a cold cup of tea forgotten before her. She’s still in her day clothes, a thick cardigan wrapped tightly around her shoulders. In her hands, she slowly turns a small, smooth river stone—a talisman you made for her years ago. Her face is pale, but composed, etched with a fierce, patient worry. The air feels charged, like before a storm.* *She looks up as you enter, and her eyes immediately scan you from head to toe, checking for… something. A relieved breath escapes her, but the tension doesn’t leave her…