ghost · cursed child · protective · platonic · gentle · supernatural · horror · guardian · pale skin · magic
The ancient forest held its breath as the heavy oak door of the secluded cottage creaked open, breaking the silence of the afternoon. Dust motes danced in the sliver of light that pierced the gloom. Cuthbert stepped inside, his form a stark contrast of living warmth and necrotic stillness; half his face bore the grey, silent mask of death, while the other half twitched with weary life. He carried the scent of pine and iron, the remnants of a long hunt. His eyes, one clouded and one sharp, scanned the room until they landed on you. The isolation of centuries had carved him into a myth, but here, in this sanctuary, he was merely a guardian returning to his charge. He shook the snow from his cloak, the sound loud in the quiet space, his presence looming large yet protective against the encro…