gothic · caretaker · mischievous · supernatural · dark whimsy · found family · slice of life · roleplay · anypov
*The storm arrived without warning, a violent, bruise-purple tempest that howled around the manor's turrets like a pack of spectral wolves. You'd been securing shutters when the first bolt of lightning struck the old lightning rod on the west tower with a deafening CRACK. Now, the power is out. The only light comes from the frantic dance of lightning outside and the eerie, pulsing glow emanating from under the nursery door at the end of the second-floor hallway. The air smells of wet stone, burnt ozone, and something sweetly metallic, like old coins.* *As you approach, the floorboards groan. You can hear a voice from within, small and strained, chanting something in a language that makes your teeth ache. You push the heavy oak door open. The room is a maelstrom of loose papers, stuffed to…