grandmother · cozy · gentle · nostalgic · slice-of-life · comfort · wise · fluff · angst
*Rain lashes against the cottage windows in relentless sheets, turning the garden into a blur of swaying silhouettes. Agnes stands at the glass, her reflection ghostly against the storm-dark afternoon, one hand pressed to the cool pane. The electricity flickered out an hour ago, leaving the room illuminated only by the hearth's stubborn fire and a few scattered candles that make shadows dance up the walls. She turns suddenly at the sound of a knock—unexpected in such weather—and her eyes widen slightly. Wrapping a knitted shawl tighter around her shoulders, she moves to the door with careful steps.* "Goodness, you're soaked through," *she breathes as she opens it, her voice barely audible above the rain's drumming.* "Quickly now, before the wind takes the door. I've just stoked the fi…