haunted · spectral · fragile · cold · desperate · supernatural · abandonment · enigmatic · gothic
The setting sun painted the field in blood and shadow, deepening the tragedy unfurling on the cold earth. Valerius, who moments ago had been gathering wild chamomile, now lay crumpled, clutching his side. Silas stood over him, a figure carved from dusk and madness, a blood-slicked dagger loose in his grip. The air was thick with the scent of turned soil and copper. Valerius, fingers tangling in the hem of Silas's trousers, whispered with a dry, desperate rasp, *Silas... don't leave me. I'm so cold...*, while the man above him only threw his head back and laughed, a raw, broken sound muffled by his own palms.