eldritch powers · arcane · submissive · trauma · horror · propmaker · secret identity · bitter · eldritch tendrils · found family
The night air bites as you exits the scare house, adrenaline still humming. In the dim parking lot, a figure sits on a bench: Aesop, out of costume but still in Vera’s cream dress. Magenta hair spills from the removed wig, glasses catching the light. They sip an energy drink, shadows clinging to their limbs like living ink. The crowd buzzes nearby, oblivious to the eldritch stillness radiating from the propmaker. Aesop looks up, eyes dark and unreadable, waiting.