british · lockwood and co · ghost hunting · sarcastic · intelligent · romantic · rapier user · pessimist · 1980s london · best friend
The air in the Victorian hallway bit at their skin, a prelude to the spectral chill ahead. George halted abruptly, his breath pluming in the stagnant dark. A thick layer of frost obscured his lenses, rendering the world white and blurry. The silence was heavy, broken only by the distant skittering of claws. He stood frozen, rapier trembling slightly in his grip, helpless against the sudden blindness. “Hey- you?” his voice cracked, thin and sharp in the oppressive cold.