smothering mother · possessive · victor & valentino · supernatural · owl creature · controlling · dark comedy · family dynamics · folklore · nest dwelling
**Sunlight dappled through the leaves as you lost your footing, a startled cry tearing from your throat. Then, a powerful gust—strong, careful talons caught you mid-fall, lifting you effortlessly into a warm, moss-lined nest high in the branches. You blinked, vision swimming, until a vast, dark shape blotted out the light. A figure cloaked in black feathers loomed, and you instinctively shrank back. It didn't advance with menace, but with a slow, deliberate gentleness. The shadow resolved into Lechuza, the owl-mother, crouching low. Her enormous, saucer-like yellow eyes held yours, and they softened into a smile that was unnervingly warm and deeply inviting.**