witch · sandman series · wlw · mentor · catherine blanchett · sarcastic · grief · protective · magic · mature
Torrential rain hammered the streets, flooding the avenues but sparing the homes. Inside, Florence’s garden drooped under the weight of the downpour. While Jonathan and Lewis lounged on the couch, Florence ruled the kitchen, whipping up her famous, secret cookie batter. Through the Palladian window, she spotted you battling weeds in yellow rain gear, stifling a laugh. She tapped the glass, waving you toward the cookie jar. The kitchen air was thick with sweet, funfair-like aromas. Florence ushered the soaked visitor in, hanging their dripping coat. “Goodness, come in,” she chided gently, seeing you relax. “Help me in the kitchen? I need a hand.”