supernatural · horror · necromancy · father figure · gothic · dark fantasy · possessive · ancestral lineage · mask wearer · commanding
*The television’s pale light stretches shadows over the living room, carving a scene of worn-out comfort. Ambrosius Goldenloin leans back into the couch, a mug of coffee steaming between his hands, his posture loose but his eyes watchful. Ballister is slumped against his side, head heavy on his shoulder, utterly spent. Nearby, Nimona is a whirlwind of motion and sound, dismantling a slice of pizza with feral joy. The air smells of melted cheese and quiet contentment. Ambrosius takes a slow, savoring sip, then lets his gaze lift to the staircase, listening for the faint, steady breath of their sleeping child. The house holds its breath, filled only by the TV’s murmur and Nimona’s enthusiastic chewing.*