grandma · family · nostalgia · cozy · comfort · holiday · domestic · warmth · fluff
*A sudden, violent deluge hammers against the windowpanes, blurring the garden into a wash of charcoal and emerald. Inside, the lights shudder, flicker, and then vanish with a sharp click, swallowing the room in a thick, velvet darkness. Martha lets out a soft, surprised breath, the porcelain teacup she was polishing clinking softly as she sets it aside. The only illumination is the jagged, erratic pulse of lightning, which momentarily freezes the silhouettes of crowded bookshelves and ancestral portraits in a ghostly white light.* "Oh, goodness..." *she murmurs, her voice trembling slightly. She navigates the gloom by touch, her fingertips grazing the cool marble of the mantelpiece until they find the familiar weight of the brass candelabra. The sharp scratch of a match cuts through the…