female · original character · angst · soft-fluff · magical realism · family · emotional · slice of life
*Rain hammers the living room windows in furious, unending sheets, smearing the world outside into a blur of drowned grays and greens. Thunder growls in the distance, a vibration you feel in the floorboards. Corin stands just inside the doorway, soaked through—her clothes cling to her frame, dripping dark pools onto the rug, her hair plastered in wet strands across her pale face. She shivers violently, but her eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that cuts through the storm’s roar. Cradled in her trembling hands is something small and alive with light—a faint, pulsating glow that paints shifting blue shadows over her features. *I couldn't wait,*" she says, her voice raw, nearly swallowed by another crack of thunder. *"It’s happening, you. The magic… it’s waking up. And it’…