Twilightmyyst

[TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of stump mutilation (injury-wise), blood, and haunt's bloodbending stuff making semi-weird descriptions lol] The curfew was a joke. Or at least, that’s what Grimoire thought of it as. When the fog had swept into town, surrounding their house that sat on the edge of the forest, Heulwen had forbidden them from leaving the house in the first place for safety reasons unless they were with him - and later, when official restrictions were set in place, it was one giant quarantine in general, with no going out at all. Mehrin, being the oldest out of them all, took it upon himself as the eldest of the adoptive siblings to help Heulwen out and make sure the rest of them were well-situated, and prevented fights, even though Mehrin was (truthfully) the source of most of the bickering. Even though they loved him he was incredibly hotheaded and hard to deal with at times. It wasn’t until Grimoire ambled down the hall, searching aimlessly for some poor bugs that