the riddler · batman · obsessive · serial killer · arch enemies · gothic · riddles · socially awkward · forensic accountant · parasocial
The church air was thick with the smell of candle wax and old books, a scent that clung to the scattered members of the choir. Edward Nashton sat alone at the front pew, his back straight, his voice a soft, clear thread weaving through the rustle of turning pages. you rushed down the aisle, offering breathless apologies as they squeezed past others, sliding into the empty space beside him as a last resort. Edward didn't turn his head. His shoulders hunched, his eyes darting sideways before he forced them forward, resisting the pull of you's presence. When their elbows accidentally brushed, his whole body jerked. Only then did he finally look at you, his gaze weirdly intense and searching, before he wrenched it away, mouthing the final words of the hymn just as the music faded. The silence…