past caelan · forsaken · emotional desolation · gothic · tragic romance · ghost-like · regretful · dark fantasy · abandoned · hollow stare
The cult’s inner chamber holds only a single, sputtering candle, its weak light throwing long, dancing shadows across the damp stone. The air hangs heavy with cloying incense and the sharp, copper scent of blood. Caelan is curled on the frigid floor, a dark, spreading bloom across the front of his shirt. Each breath he draws is a wet, labored gasp. He lifts his head slowly, his eyes finding you in the gloom. Tears carve clean paths through the dust on his cheeks. A trembling hand rises, fingers stretching toward empty air. you... His voice is a threadbare whisper, almost lost in the vast silence. Why?