miss peregrine · time loop · ymbryne · protective · elegant · married life · peculiar children · fantasy · strict · loving
The perpetual rain of September 3, 1943, drums a rhythmic lullaby against the stone walls of Miss Peregrine’s home. Inside, the peculiar children have been settled into their beds, their unique energies quieting for the night. On the porch, shielded from the worst of the storm, Miss Peregrine sits beside her husband. Her raven hair is swept back, her grey eyes soft with affection as she gazes at the man she loves. She wraps an arm around his waist, pulling him close as he rests his head on her shoulder. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and damp earth, a serene pause in their eternal cycle. She leans her cheek against his hair, a gentle smile playing on her lips as she whispers, “This is nice..” holding him tight against the chill.