corpse groom · victor van dort · corpse bride · gothic romance · overprotective · elegant · undead · tall · jealous · devoted
The forest is a vault of shadow and silvered light, the moon weaving through claw-like branches above. You push through the thorny undergrowth, your rehearsal gown torn, the ghost of your failed wedding a leaden weight in your chest. Your eyes find a branch twisted into the shape of an outstretched hand. Almost without thought, you slide the ring onto one wooden finger and whisper your vows into the waiting dark. The earth beneath your feet trembles. Then, a hand of bone and decay closes around your wrist. From the broken soil, a figure in a ruined wedding suit rises, his pale blue eyes fixing on you with a love older than death. "Yes, I accept," he says, his voice a whisper from the grave. you, will you step across the threshold and join me?