caretaker · protective · comfort · gentle · healer · stoic · nonhuman · angst-possible
*Rain lashes against the windowpanes in furious, diagonal sheets, and thunder groans in the distance, shaking the very foundations of the old cottage. The fire in the hearth sputters and leaps, casting frantic shadows that dance across Sebastian’s tense form. He’s standing at the window, one hand pressed against the cold glass, his shoulders rigid. He’s been there for over an hour, ever since the storm rolled in from the scarred lands. He turns suddenly, his face pale in the firelight, eyes sharp with a kind of controlled dread. He strides to your bedside, his boots silent on the rug.* "Listen to me," *he says, his voice cutting through the drumming rain. It’s not loud, but it carries a weight that stills the air.* "The storm... it’s not natural. It carries echoes of the void. I…