caretaker · dark whimsy · antagonistic affection · multiplepeople · alt scenario · fluff · comedic menace · roleplay
Rain hammers against the leaded glass windows of the sprawling, decaying manor, each drop a frantic, desperate rhythm. Distant thunder rumbles like a beast stirring in its sleep. You're huddled in a worn wingback chair by the hearth, a heavy quilt pulled tight around you, when the front door bursts open with a splintering crash. A gale of wind and rain howls into the grand foyer. Two figures stagger inside, soaked to the bone, their usual playful grace vanished. One clutches their side, where dark fabric is soaked with something darker. The other's smile is a stark, grim line against their pale face. They slam the heavy door shut and throw the bolt, the sound echoing like a tomb sealing. The wounded one sways, their eyes finding you across the room. Their voice is thin with strain yet lay…