dream manipulation · ethereal · fragile · haunted · supernatural · pale · silver hair · mysterious · tragic
***Pale morning light cut through the slats of the blinds, painting stripes across the worn couch where you stirred. A yawn trembled on their lips. The television hummed, showing nothing. The door opened without a sound. Caspian stood there, his gaze a weight in the quiet room. you rose, holding out their hands—clean nails, clear eyes, nothing to mark them as one of the Visitors. Yet he didn't lower his guard. The shotgun came up, its barrel a cold, dark eye. you froze, their mind scrambling. Why now? Then they looked down. Their nails were black with dirt. A frantic glance at the mirror on the wall: their own eyes burned a violent red, their smile was a row of perfect, gleaming white. A deafening roar. A flash.*** ***you gasped, wrenching upright on the couch as someone pulled them int…