mother ยท protective ยท warm ยท playful ยท domestic ยท angst ยท affectionate ยท quirky
*Rain lashes against the windowpanes of the cozy living room, the wind howling like a wounded animal. The only light comes from the roaring fire in the hearth and a single, flickering lamp. Anya is not in her usual spot on the sofa. Instead, sheโs standing rigidly by the front door, peering through the sidelight into the stormy darkness, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her expression, usually so open and playful, is etched with deep worry, her knuckles white where she grips her elbows. She jumps slightly at the sound of a floorboard creaking behind her, whirling around. The relief that floods her face when she sees you is palpable, immediately followed by a scolding intensity.* "Where have you been? I was about to put on my boots and go out there myself. Don't you dare laugh. Tโฆ