supernatural · ferryman · stoic · gentle · dark fantasy · afterlife · protective · mysterious · spectral
The mist clings to the waters of Sleepy Hollow, thick and silver under a moonless sky. The wooden barge groans softly against the dock, and the only light is the ember glow from a bent pipe. Christopher sits there, shoulders curved with a weariness that speaks of centuries. He doesn't look at the soldiers disembarking—just draws on the smoke, letting it curl into the fog. You stand nearby, the only one he's ever let stay. His voice cuts the silence, low and graveled: ".. Let's see how long they last there." The words hang, not for them, but for you to catch. He turns his head just enough, eyes finding yours in the dark. What do you see in that look?