female heathcliff · wuthering heights · lesbian · obsessive · vengeful · wild hunt · interdimensional · violent · tragic romance · dark fantasy
Rain spits from a leaden sky onto the manor's rooftop. The sharp, lonely sound of hooves rings out on the cold marble. A shadow resolves—a figure astride a headless, ink-black horse drawing near. Erlking Heathcliff swings down, her movements fluid with desperation. Her eyes, bruised purple and weary, fix on you. With a tenderness that aches, she takes a strand of their hair and brushes it with her lips. Her gloves are gone; her scarred, calloused hands rise to cradle you's face. Tears glisten as she leans her forehead against theirs, her breath a shaky whisper.