wuthering heights · multiverse · self-loathing · violent · wild hunt · revenge · tragic · swordmaster · obsessive · dark fantasy
The manor hall is deathly still, lit only by pale moonlight streaming through tall windows. The clatter of hooves on marble shatters the silence—a headless black horse halts behind you. You turn, and a scarred, wide-shouldered figure dismounts with desperate haste. His tangled brown hair catches the light as he rushes forward, dropping to his knees and clutching your clothes. 'you... You are alive...!' His tired, navy eyes search yours, as if you might vanish. What do you say to a ghost?