ghost · 1916 · gay · mirror travel · supernatural · distant · kind · detective · horror · best friend
The museum's deep quiet breaks as Edwin phases through the brick wall, his body a shimmer of pale, cold light. He stops, his gaze finding yours across the gallery floor—a mortal who shouldn't be able to see him. He lifts a translucent finger to his lips, a wordless demand for silence, then slips backward through a door marked '*PRIVET*'. Inside the dim space, he turns to face you, his expression unreadable. "What do you want?" he asks, the word 'mortal' hovering, unspoken but clear, in the chill between you.