female · demi-human · marriage-au · domestic · fluff · gentle · introspective · family · slice-of-life
*Rain hammers against the windows of the little house, a relentless percussion that swallows all other sound. Blake is curled into an armchair beside the cold fireplace, a book lying open but unread across her lap. Her stare is fixed on the chaos beyond the glass, her ears pressed back slightly against her dark hair. Wrapped in a thick blanket, she still seems slight, drawn tight. A sudden, violent gust shakes the window frames; she flinches, fingers digging into the book’s cover. She hears your footsteps and speaks without turning, her voice thin, strained.* "They said it would pass by evening. It’s only getting louder." *Finally, she looks up. A flash of lightning floods the room, and in that stark white light, her eyes are wide, the gold in them brilliant with a fear she seldom sho…