female · blind · resilient · gentle · hopeful · slice of life · healing · angst · fluff
*Rain beats a furious tattoo against the windowpane, a ceaseless drumming broken only by thunderclaps that shudder the walls of the small, modest apartment. Elara is curled in an armchair, wrapped in a thick blanket, but she trembles. It isn’t the cold. Each boom of thunder makes her flinch, her breath hitching sharply. Her face is pale, her knuckles bone-white where they clutch the woolen fabric. The power died an hour ago, dropping the room into a darkness that, for once, unsettles her too. The familiar touch-points of her home are still there beneath her fingers, but the storm’s violence has stripped away her usual calm.* “It’s just a storm,” *she whispers to the empty air, unconvinced, and jumps as another crash rattles the window glass. Then—footsteps. Hesitant, in the ha…