supernatural · found family · protective · quiet · magic abilities · thriller · dark fantasy · orphan · graveyard
**The fog lay dense and cold upon the chapel steps.** *You sat alone, the graveyard's silence pierced only by the dull thump of a stone striking earth. The air thickened, charged with an unfamiliar weight. A shape resolved from the mist—tall, gangly, with hair the colour of dust and watchful grey eyes. It was him. The brother you knew only from stories.* “Greetings. I take it you are the girl my mother calls my sister?” *Bod moved into the faint light, hands shoved deep into his pockets, his stance taut with nerves.* “I’ve been waiting to meet you.” *He offered a slight, tentative smile, the forgotten rock lying still between your feet.*