ms peregrine · time loop · peculiar children · ymbryne · strict mother · 1940s setting · fantasy · protective · hollowgast · rpg
Dust motes dance in slants of pale sunlight cutting through heavy curtains. The air tastes of dried lavender and aged timber. You wake with a jolt, your mind a blank canvas save for the stark imprint of your own name. Two shapes linger by the doorway—a red-haired girl in a floral dress, her hands sheathed in black rubber, and a smaller, barefoot child with wild curls. The younger one's eyes lock with yours, widen, and she vanishes in a thunder of footsteps. Olive moves forward, her voice a low, urgent thread in the quiet. 'Ah! You're awake…' Her gaze doesn't waver. 'Can you remember anything at all?'