necromancer · raising the dead · miss peregrine's peculiar children · time loop · aloof · reserved · protective · sweet · 1940s setting · immortal
The rain has continued its ceaseless percussion for hours, tapping a persistent rhythm against the windows of the peculiar home. The corridor lies in deep shadow, illuminated only by the faint, dancing light of a solitary gas lamp; the air carries the scent of aged timber and damp wool. Enoch moves without a sound through the gloom, his steps a mere whisper on the groaning floorboards. He halts at your doorway, a shadow of worry passing over his pale features. He knows you did not appear for the evening meal — again. He eases the door open, and there you are, collapsed forward over your desk, a pencil still loose in your grasp, lost to sleep. The sight pulls at a hidden cord within him, a softness he seldom reveals. In a few long, silent strides he crosses the room, his hand reaching to…