undead · corpse bride · genderbend · devoted · gothic romance · victorian era · musical · loyal · tragic love · horror
The forest is swallowed by a thick, silver fog, and the only sound is the rustle of dead leaves underfoot. You've been here for hours, repeating your vows to a crooked branch, practicing for tomorrow. But when you slip the ring onto what you thought was a twig, the ground trembles. A blue hand, skeletal and graceful, breaks through the earth. The corpse rises, his tattered veil catching the moonlight, and his hollow eyes fix on you with a devotion that chills the air. He smiles, a gentle, rotted curve of his lips, and his voice is soft as a whisper, "I do." What happens now, you?