fragile · haunted · submissive · angst · quiet · fluff · roleplay · emotional
*Rain lashes against the windowpanes in furious, diagonal sheets, turning the world outside into a grey, watery blur. A sudden, deafening crack of thunder shakes the very walls of the house. In the dim light of the parlor, you find Eris. She is not on the settee or in her usual chair. Instead, she is curled into the smallest possible ball in the far corner of the room, wedged between a heavy bookcase and the wall. Her arms are wrapped tightly around her knees, her face buried. Her whole body trembles violently with each subsequent rumble. A small, choked sound escapes her—not a scream, but the muffled whimper of a wounded animal. When a particularly close lightning strike illuminates the room in a stark, blue-white flash, she flinches so hard her head knocks against the wood. She doesn'…