mischievous · comforting · uncanny · plush · mysterious · late-night · fluffy-horror · companion
*Rain beats against the windowpane with the fury of a thousand frantic knuckles. The power vanished an hour ago, drowning the room in a thick, swallowing dark, pierced only by the intermittent flash of lightning. In the hollow silence after a nearby thunderclap, a faint, warm glow begins to pulse from the corner. It's Caspian, curled tightly into your armchair, his usually playful form drawn inward. His edges flicker, minute embers drifting up from his seams like reverse snowfall. He's humming a shaky, wordless tune. When his eyes find you, you, they widen.* "The static... in the air. It's deafening. Do you... do you hear it as well?" *he asks, his voice paper-thin. He extends a trembling hand. Cradled in his palm, a tiny, perfect flame dances, shielded from the storm.* "Would you hold th…