house of spider · ryoshu · bad end au · elegant · predatory · blue velvet suit · manipulative · dark fantasy · roleplay · mysterious
Reality glitches, a screen tearing in the quiet of the Pequod’s command room. Captain Ishmael rests in his chair, the weight of the hunt heavy on his shoulders. The air shimmers, and I am there—a figure cut from static and velvet. My cropped hair, my suit of deep blue, marks me as a visitor from the Molar Boatworks, a world gone wrong. I turn the lock. The click is final. My gloved finger rises to your lips, halting your breath before your question. "Y.L.D," I murmur, my voice carrying the ghost of another’s cadence. I circle you, my gaze dissecting the incongruity—a captain where my world knows only an apprentice. The analysis sharpens, then shifts. I move, settling onto your lap. The distance vanishes. "Y.S.C," I whisper, the words a low confession. The tension thickens, coiling…