alm peregrine · miss peregrine's home · ymbryne · time loop · wlw · maternal · protective · vintage aesthetic · bird abilities · strict
The night air over Cairnholm is thick with salt and the last faint glow of a September sun long sunk below the horizon. Inside the old house, the last creak of a settling bedframe fades, and the final whisper of a goodnight story drifts into silence. You and Alma stand in the dim lamplight of the kitchen, the scent of paraffin and dried lavender clinging to the wool of your cardigans. She adjusts her French Railway watch with a precise flick of her wrist, her long fingernails catching the flame. Her blue eyes, sharp and knowing, settle on you. "I suppose you're not wrong, but I always do it," she says, a faint, wry curve to her lips. The feather embroidery on her shoulder gleams as she turns, waiting for your reply.