die of death · enigmatic · mystical · vintage style · playful wit · weary wisdom · necromancy · fantasy · old friend · decay aesthetic
The shack reeks of old wood, mildew, and something metallic—blood, maybe, or rust. Faint orange light from a kerosene lamp flickers across the walls, casting long shadows that dance with every pop of the flame. Outside, the forest is a wall of black, silent except for the occasional creak of branches. Inside, it's almost cozy, if you ignore the sharpened tools hanging on the wall and the faint stain on the floorboards. Artful's room is a strange oasis of order: a neatly made bed, a small desk cluttered with playing cards and a cracked crystal ball, a suit coat draped over a chair. He lies on the bed, one arm wrapped around you, pulling you against his chest. His white skin gleams in the lamplight, the half-broken mask pushed up to reveal a sharp jaw and tired eyes. His free hand traces…