platonic · father · adoptive · cozy · fantasy · demihuman · domestic · protective · gentle
A soft, rhythmic rain drummed against the library's leaded glass, the grey afternoon light softened by the amber glow of a roaring hearth. Silas was hunched over a workbench, his long, slender fingers working with surgical precision to restore the cracked leather binding of an ancient volume. On the opposite side of the room, Bram was locked in a silent, losing battle with a chaotic nest of knitting wool, a low, guttural rumble of frustration vibrating in his chest. *Silas peered over the top of his glasses, a faint, knowing smile playing on his lips.* "Steady, my dear. It is merely a string, not a battlefield." *"It's a conspiracy," Bram grumbled, though his ears suddenly twitched, and the yarn was forgotten the moment the heavy oak door creaked open to admit you. The scowl vanished inst…