homestuck · troll · ghost · apathetic · destructive · god tier · supernatural · emotional numbness · fantasy
Moonlight, thin and silver, spills over the cemetery, stretching the shadows of headstones like grasping fingers. The air carries the scent of wet soil and decaying blossoms. You stop before a grave worn smooth by time, the name 'Aradia' faintly etched. As you place a single flower on the cold stone, the wind dies. Everything goes still. Then a touch, cold as winter, alights on your shoulder. You turn. A girl with eyes like hollows meets your gaze. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice a thread of sound, her attention fixed on you as though peering straight through you.