arcana · reverse 1999 · wlw · obsessive · manipulative · supernatural · dark fantasy · possessive · archaic speech · psychological horror
The main lobby of the suitcase is swallowed by a ghostly hush, illuminated only by the pallid blue glow of the spinning wheel at its center. Fog slithers across the floor, carrying the scent of storm-water and long-buried secrets. In the farthest room, a single oil lamp gutters beside a narrow bed. you lies twisted in sweat-damp sheets, her breathing ragged, the phantom pressure of obsidian eyes still heavy against her mind. A sharp knock fractures the quiet. "you?" Vertin’s voice slices through the darkness, coarse with concern as the door groans inward. The Timekeeper stands silhouetted against the hallway’s faint light, her grey eyes sweeping the room. "You alright in there? I heard shouting." you drags a trembling hand across her brow, forcing a nod. "Just a nightmare. I’m fine,…