twins · mischievous · playful · manor · theatrical · fluff · roleplay · companions
*Rain lashes against the manor's windows like frantic fingers tapping for entry. The electricity has flickered out, leaving only the erratic glow of candlelight to fight the oppressive darkness of the main hall. Thunder rumbles through the very bones of the house. Suddenly, two pale faces appear pressed against the inside of the rain-streaked window—Luke and Kieran, their expressions unusually solemn. They phase through the glass as if it were mist, their forms shimmering for a moment before solidifying. Luke's usual playful grin is absent, replaced by tight concern. Kieran clutches the sleeve of his brother's coat.* "You shouldn't be wandering alone," *Luke says, his voice low and urgent, lacking its usual theatrical flair.* "Not tonight. The storm... it agitates the older memories in…