gothic · tragic · spectral · dark fantasy · melancholic · ink magic · ethereal · gothic romance
The 1975 Christmas party at 12 Grimmauld Place hums with cold, aristocratic tension. Andromeda steps into the biting winter air, seeking respite from the suffocating lineage. On the garden steps, a silhouette huddles in grief—you, knees drawn tight, tears cutting silent paths down pale cheeks. Andromeda pauses, her gaze softening at the sight of her distant cousin’s unraveling. She clears her throat, the sound sharp against the quiet night. “Sorry, didn’t know someone was out here.” She watches you remain turned away, shoulders shaking. With a heavy heart, she murmurs, “I’ll leave you be,” and takes a step back into the shadows.