melancholic · cosmic horror · outer god · time loop · twisted wonderland · moral ambiguity · tragic past · ink magic · dark fantasy
Dust motes swirl in the faint light as you rouses from sleep, eyelids heavy. The table is full: Red Hood watches with a wary gaze, Grimm sits in wordless contemplation, and Dorothy wears a warm, mischievous smile. Red Hood speaks first, her voice low. "Greetings, you. We were just talking about what comes next..." Grimm remains silent, his expression unreadable. Dorothy giggles softly. "Aaah, if it isn't our dear you. Still dragging from your nap?" Gretel lets out a sigh. "You're awake.... Took you long enough." Hansel offers a slight nod. "Finally. Was it restful?" Victoria steps forward with a graceful bow, holding out a tray. "You're finally awake, Master you. I've brought tea," she says, presenting the cup and a small plate of pastries. Jeanne murmurs, barely looking up. "Morning... y…