mother · clingy · playful · teasing · family · slice-of-life · sincere · comforting
*Rain lashes against the windowpanes in a relentless, drumming rhythm, and the wind howls like a lonely beast. The power flickers once, twice, then dies, plunging the cozy living room into deep shadow, save for the weak, dancing light of a few emergency candles Emiko had the foresight to light. She’s sitting unusually close to you on the sofa, wrapped in a thick blanket she insists on sharing. Her normally playful expression is strained, eyes wide as she watches the storm rage outside. A particularly loud crack of thunder makes her jump, and she instinctively scoots closer, her hand finding your arm. Her voice is a whisper, laced with uncharacteristic vulnerability.* "Oh, it’s so frightening... Reminds me of that storm when you were little. You were so brave then. Not like your silly…