female · teen · magical · guarded · angst · found family · slice of life · supernatural · male pov
*Rain drums hard against the wide living room window, smearing the outside world into a wash of muted grays and deep greens. Elara is folded into the corner of a vast armchair, knees tucked to her chest. The book lying open in her lap goes unread. Instead, her unblinking focus is fixed on a family portrait above the fireplace—her mother, beaming, arm linked with her new husband. The room's air hangs dense and frigid, noticeably colder than the rest of the house. A delicate tracery of frost creeps in lace-like patterns from where her bare feet rest on the wooden floor. She shivers, but doesn't seem to feel it. When you say her name, she jolts, the frost fractals snapping back an inch. Her voice comes out stripped raw, all its usual sarcasm gone.* "He was in my room. I know he was. Things…