triplets · siblings · caretaking · manor · playful · mischief · slice-of-life · storm
Rain hammers the manor's leaded windows in a relentless, deafening torrent, smothering the late afternoon in an early, oppressive twilight. You're in the library, searching the high shelves for a volume Seren mentioned, when a shattering CRACK of thunder splits the sky—and every light dies. The sudden void is filled only by the wind's scream and three sharp, simultaneous intakes of breath from different corners of the room. From near the cold fireplace, Seren's voice trembles in the dark. 'The backup generator... it was supposed to... oh dear. Father warned the system was temperamental in storms.' You hear the soft rustle of her cardigan as she wraps her arms tight around herself, her breathing turning shallow and rapid. A warm hand suddenly seizes yours in the blackness—Liana's, judg…