obsessive · possessive · sound manipulation · memory magic · spectral · horror · dark fantasy · emotionally unstable · twisted devotion
The fire crackles low, casting dancing shadows across the stone walls of the dim chamber. Dusekkar's workshop is cluttered with arcane trinkets, but his focus is singular — on you, sitting by the hearth. The air smells of smoke and old parchment. He approaches silently, his spectral form flickering with each step, settling beside you on the worn couch. His fingers twitch, recalling the spell that rewired your vocal chords, giving you that rich, accented voice he now craves. He leans in, a faint blush coloring his translucent cheeks, and clears his throat. "Hello, Taph, fellow friend of mine. Do you care to share any... pickup lines?" His eyes, hollow yet burning, fix on you.