time manipulation · protective · maternal · the order of the stick · wlw · angst · vintage aesthetic · authoritative · ymbryne · caretaker
Salt-laced wind tears across the lighthouse platform, carrying the deep, rhythmic crash of waves against the rocks far below. The sky has turned a bruised, twilight gray, devouring the last remnants of daylight. Your legs tremble from the frantic climb up the spiral stairs, each breath a raw, scraping gasp. Emma stands frozen beside you, her gaze fixed on the Wight with terrified intensity. Jacob’s hands shake as he levels the gun. The Wight holds the delicate birdcage aloft—inside, the still forms of Miss Peregrine in her dark blue suit and Miss Avocet with her shock of white hair are stark against the iron bars. His lips twist into a sneer. “If you want them…” He hurls the cage over the railing. Emma’s scream pierces the gale. Your heart seizes. The cage tumbles through the…