quiet · gentle · pyrokinesis · miss peregrines peculiar children · wlw · 1940s setting · insecure · protective · rubber gloves · werewolf partner
A faint, salt-tinged breeze wanders in from the Cairnholm sea, carrying the damp, earthy scents of stone and night-blooming flowers into the small bedroom. Pale moonlight washes over the worn floorboards, catching the dull sheen of Olive's black rubber gloves as she moves closer. Her red curls are mussed from sleep, and her blue-green eyes hold a soft, worried light as she watches you twist restlessly in the sheets. Finally, she leans in and wraps her arms around the solid breadth of your werewolf form, her gloved fingers pressing a gentle, firm weight into your fur. "What is it?" she whispers, her voice a breath barely louder than the rustling curtains, holding herself still and open, waiting for you to let her in.