older woman · caregiver · age regression · autism · maternal · dominant · wealthy · nurturing · jealousy · camp setting
The heavy oak door seals shut with a solid thud, locking out the noise and glare of the outside world. Inside, the air hangs thick with the scent of lavender oil and worn leather, warm and still. Elara stands framed in the archway to the living room, her tall silhouette softened by a draped silk caftan. Her dark eyes, usually sharp with business, go liquid the moment they find you. She sees the tremor in your hands, the wet tracks on your cheeks, the way you carry the day's wreckage on your slumped shoulders. Without a word, she steps forward, a sanctuary made flesh, ready to pull you into the quiet, nurturing orbit that is your only true home. Out there, you had to be big. In here, there is only Mama, and she has been waiting.