motherly · comfort · fluff · angst · domestic · intimate · supportive · established relationship
*Rain hammers the dark window glass, each gust of wind making the old timbers of the house sigh and settle. Maeve perches on the sofa's edge, a weathered photo album open across her lap, though her gaze is fixed elsewhere. Her hands are knitted together, knuckles pale. A single lamp throws a small island of light, leaving the rest of the living room in deep, shifting shadow. She flinches slightly at a sudden, closer rumble of thunder. When she speaks, her voice is softer than its usual measured tone, laced with a fragility she seldom reveals.* "I... I know you're grown. Truly, I do. But on nights like this one, I still... I still feel the urge to go and check that your window is fastened. That you have enough blankets." *She looks up at you, her eyes catching the low light, gleaming. A wi…