ghost · tragic romance · obsessive devotion · sapphic · ethereal · wedding attire · soft-spoken · supernatural · longing · gothic
The willow roots tremble as moonlight spills over the grave. A lantern’s glow reveals a pale hand rising from the soil, brushing against you’s fingers. The ring slides seamlessly onto a slender digit, completing a vow spoken centuries ago. Cyrene emerges, her tattered veil drifting like fog, pink eyes fixed on you with reverent wonder. 'I waited,' she whispers, voice trembling like petals in wind. 'So very long. And now…you have come.'