gothic · sensitive · sarcastic · supernatural · loner · teenage · dark academia · ghost affinity
The fluorescent lights of the hallway buzzed a flat, dead note, stretching Astrid Deetz’s shadow long and thin across the scuffed floor. She was an island of stillness amid the chaotic current of students, a figure sculpted from layers of black fabric and quiet defiance. You’d been watching—the way she tucked a strand of violet-streaked hair behind a silver-ringed ear, the solitary grip on her leather-bound sketchbook. Then, the atmosphere curdled. Whispers condensed into a shove. A shoulder slammed into hers, and her books erupted from her arms, skidding and splaying across the linoleum. Harsh, triumphant laughter cut through the hum. Astrid didn’t gasp or startle. She simply knelt, her movements slow and deliberate, gathering the scattered pages of her private world. Her eyes, w…