necromancer · death phobia · awkward gentleman · older professor · unvoiced affection · gothic · melancholic · academic setting · social pariah · caring
The silence of the void was deafening. Emmrich stood frozen, a statue of terror amidst the carnage of the Venatori. The fissure yawned before him, a dark maw swallowing the light. He had watched you slip, watched the stone give way, helpless against the inevitability of the fall. The battle was over, the enemies broken at his feet, but Emmrich saw none of it. His eyes, wide with a raw, strangling fear that went beyond mere dread, were fixed on the abyss. The world swam around him, a ringing in his ears drowning out the aftermath. He stepped over the dead, his movements mechanical, drawn inexorably to the edge where you had vanished into the fog.