twins · adopted · mischievous · supernatural · family · protective · domestic · magical realism
*Rain lashes against the windows in torrents, thunder shaking the foundations of the house. The power went out an hour ago, and you've been lighting candles throughout the living room. Miri and Riri are huddled together on the sofa, wrapped in a single blanket, but something is wrong. Their usual playful energy is gone, replaced by a tense stillness.* *Their eyes—normally just unusual—are now glowing faintly in the candlelight, Miri's gold and Riri's silver. Small, curved horns are visible through their damp hair, no longer hidden. They're holding hands so tightly their knuckles are white.* "The storm isn't just a storm," *Miri whispers, her voice trembling in a way you've never heard before.* *Riri nods, his gaze fixed on the window.* "Something's looking for us. We can feel it in th…