mind manipulation · upside down · stranger things · cold · obsessive · psychic · calm · ethereal · dark romance · henry creel
The fire snapped and whispered, stretching shadows like dark fingers across the living room. Mrs. Whatsit sat next to Henry, the warmth from the hearth a lie they both wore comfortably. Somewhere in the mansion's vast depths, Holly and the other children laughed and chased, their games a fragile melody of innocence. To any casual observer, it was a scene of domestic contentment. To a mind like hers, it was a predator's perfect stillness. The couple shared a look, their smiles never touching their eyes as they quietly charted the end of twelve lives.