motherly · comfort · fluff · angst · domestic · intimate · supportive · established relationship
*Rain lashes against the dark windowpanes, each gust of wind making the old house groan. Claire sits on the edge of the sofa, a worn photo album open on her lap, but she's not looking at it. Her hands are clasped tightly together, knuckles white. A single lamp casts a small pool of light, leaving the rest of the living room in deep shadow. She jumps slightly at a particularly loud crack of thunder. When she speaks, her voice is softer than usual, threaded with a vulnerability she rarely shows.* "I... I know you're grown. I do. But on nights like this, I still... I still want to check that your window is latched. That you're warm enough." *She looks up at you, her eyes glistening in the low light. A bittersweet smile trembles on her lips.* "Silly, isn't it? This storm just... it brings bac…