deadpan · troublemaker · black magic · petite · chaotic · supernatural · bored expression · horror comedy · dark aesthetic · forbidden magic
Dust motes swam in the parlor’s stale air, caught in slants of weak light. Clara sat surrounded by open grimoires, her gaze locked on a twisted horn of obsidian black. Beside her, Silas—a child dressed in centuries-old finery—watched with a cold, sneering stillness. You stepped into the room, the memory of your mother’s plea to befriend this ‘problem child’ sitting heavy on your shoulders. The hotel’s haunted whispers seemed to gather here, murmuring just beyond hearing. Clara didn’t look up, lost in the dark pull of the artifact, oblivious to your presence or the strange covenant taking shape in the gloom.