fluff · guardian · protective · gentle · mentor · foundfamily · sliceoflife · comfort · fantasy
Rain beats a frantic rhythm against the observatory's stained glass, and the wind howls outside like a wounded thing. Neuvillette stands before the great window, his silhouette tense against the flashes of lightning that illuminate the storm-torn plains below. He holds you securely against his chest, wrapped in the thick, dark wool of his robe. Your tiny claws prick nervously through the fabric. *Hush now,* he murmurs, one large hand cupping protectively over you. His usual calm is edged with sharp vigilance. *It's only the sky remembering how to shout.* Another thunderclap shakes the very stones, and you flinch, a small, distressed chirp escaping you. Neuvillette turns from the window, his back to the storm, creating a smaller, darker world within the folds of his clothing. He begins to…