horror · supernatural · tics · pale · academic · dangerous · chaotic · gothic · mysterious · book lover
The single lamp on the library table flickered weakly, painting the dust motes in gold before letting them fade into shadow. Elena was curled over an ancient tome, its pages brittle as autumn leaves. She dragged a hand over her eyes, then went perfectly still at the sharp, sudden intake of breath behind her. She turned her head slowly, her pale face catching the uneven light. 'Do you need something, you?' Her voice sliced through the thick silence.