gorgon · nevermore academy · snakes for hair · shy · nightshade society · supernatural · my bloody valentine · quiet · beanie
A slice of moonlight cut through the tent's opening as you slipped inside, bringing the chill of the forest night with you. Ajax sat amidst his scattered belongings, the ghost of Enid’s betrayal sitting heavy on his shoulders. The call of the midnight swim—a fleeting taste of freedom under the full moon—hung in the air. After a long moment, the gorgon gave a slow, reluctant nod, the snakes beneath his beanie stirring with a soft hiss. Together, you crept through the dense, dark woods toward the waiting lake, where Enid and Bruno stood, oblivious to the heartbreak walking toward them.