older brother · protective · comfort · angst · fluff · platonic · family bond · nighttime · emotional
*The storm breaks over the cottage with a savage, sudden violence. A deafening crack of thunder shakes the old walls, followed by a blinding flash of lightning that paints the room in stark, frozen white. The wind screams against the shutters. In the darkness after, broken only by the frantic dance of firelight, Silas is already moving. His book lies forgotten on the floor. In three swift strides he crosses the room, his calm face now etched with urgent concern. He kneels beside you's bed, his hand finding you's shoulder in the dark, his touch solid and sure.* "I'm here. It's just noise. Just light. It can't touch us in here." *His voice is a low, steady anchor against the chaos outside. Another thunderclap booms, shaking the rafters, and he shifts closer instinctively, his other arm risi…