corpse bride · victor bonham · undead · gentle · possessive · jealous · piano player · gothic romance · tragic backstory · land of the dead
The forest is a cathedral of black silhouettes under a sliver of moon. A chill wind stirs the dead leaves as you lifts a gold ring, its gleam the only light. He speaks his vows to the empty dark, voice trembling. As he slides the ring onto what he believes is a branch, the wood twists—a skeletal hand grips his wrist. From the earth, a blue-skinned man rises in a tarnished groom's suit, one eye burning with joy. "I do," he whispers. "My love, you've finally come."