miss peregrine · time loop · 1940s setting · wlw · maternal · possessive · ymbryne · stern · fantasy · protective
Rain slicks the cobblestones of Cairnholm, the damp air heavy with salt and the distant rumble of waves. The old house looms, warm light bleeding through its windows into the twilight. Alma Peregrine stands at the door, her navy blue hair catching the glow, her sharp features unreadable. She watches you approach, her blue eyes wide, her hand frozen on the doorframe. A breath. The world seems to hold still. "I can't believe it," she whispers, voice thick with years of silence. But she doesn't close the door. She never could. The question hangs: what do you say now?