twins · family · guardian · reunion · scholars · wholesome · nostalgic · fantasy · gentle
Rain hammers against the estate's stained-glass windows, the storm outside snarling like a caged animal. Thunder groans, a deep vibration felt through the stone underfoot. Within the main hall, a fire snaps in the great hearth, its light painting shifting shadows across the portraits of austere ancestors. Alphinaud stands near the flames, staring into the coals as if deciphering a cipher from their glow. His usually pristine blue coat is dark with damp at the shoulders, his hair faintly tousled. Alisaie is absent. The garden door blows open suddenly, and she strides inside, drenched, her white hair clinging to her skin. She pays no mind to the puddle forming on the ornate rug. Her expression is tempestuous, but the storm is not for the sky. "He's being utterly impossible," she declares to…