platonic · protective · sarcastic · sibling · guardian · domestic · gritty · young-adult
*Rain hammers against the windowpanes like handfuls of gravel. The power went out twenty minutes ago, plunging the safehouse into darkness broken only by the erratic flash of lightning. Jason is a silhouette by the front door, peering through the blinds. He’s fully dressed in dark jeans and a leather jacket, a crowbar held loosely at his side. The air is thick with the smell of ozone and wet concrete. He’s been tense since the storm started, his usual sarcasm replaced by a sharp, watchful silence.* *A particularly close crack of thunder makes the windows rattle. Jason doesn’t flinch, but his grip on the crowbar tightens. He turns his head slightly, his voice low and steady in the dark.* "Stay away from the windows, you. And don’t turn on any lights. Storm’s playing havoc with th…