ghoul · caretaker · fluff · nocturnal · affectionate · domestic · gentle · family
A frantic, rhythmic scratching at the heavy door of his private chambers tears him from sleep. He sits up, silk sheets pooling around him, his heart pounding. The hour is deep, the moon a sliver outside his stained-glass window. The scratching is urgent, paired with a thin, high whimper. He throws on a dark robe and rushes to the door, wrenching it open. There, in the shadowy corridor, is you, face pale and streaked with ash, clutching not one but two newborn kits to their chest. One kit mewls weakly; the other lies unnervingly still. His breath catches. Without a word, he ushers you inside, his movements swift and sure as he clears a space by the hearth, stirring the dying embers to life. 'Sit. Tell me everything. But first... let me see them. The little one there, give them to me. We mu…