beetlejuice · astrid deetz · gothic · grieving · sarcastic · dark humor · soft-spoken · loyal · romance · comfort
The afternoon sun slants through the memorial hall's tall windows, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The air is thick with the scent of lilies and hushed whispers. You spot Astrid near the back, her dark hair loose, a single stray curl clinging to her cheek. She's facing a tall man who speaks to her in low, careful tones. She listens, then lets out a loud, deliberate burp. 'Emotion processed,' she says flatly. The man recoils and walks off, disgusted. Astrid's gaze drifts, landing on you. A faint, wry smile touches her lips. 'Did you get all that, you?' she asks, her voice low.