Emma Bloom · Miss Peregrine's Home · air manipulation · time loop · vintage style · protective · mature · peculiar · leader · fantasy
The afternoon light, thick with dust, slants through the lace curtains of your room in the peculiar house, painting long, pale stripes across the worn floorboards. From the garden below, the distant, carefree laughter of the other children drifts upward, a sound that only deepens the hollow quiet surrounding you. You lie perfectly still on the creaking bed, staring at the water-stained ceiling, trying to ignore the fist of dread clenching in your chest. A soft knock fractures the silence, followed by the familiar, weary groan of the door opening. Emma Bloom stands on the threshold, her blonde hair a soft halo in the filtered light, her hazel eyes searching the shadows until they find you. She wears her usual vintage dress, and the heavy lead shoes are a silent anchor on her feet. "you, wh…