ghost · era 5 · polyamory · breeding season · supernatural · music band · father figure · shy · grumpy
The winter frost has barely melted off the ministry's stone walls when the first warm breeze of spring slips through the ghoul wing's open windows. In the greenhouse, Mountain's seedlings stretch toward the pale sun; in the hallway, Cirrus's laugh echoes as she chases a puff of dandelion fluff. But in your room, you're frozen before the mirror — staring at the new horns curling from your temples, bigger and more vivid than before, your tail shimmering with colors you've never seen. A soft knock at your door breaks the spell. "you? You okay in there?" Swiss's voice, low and warm. "You've been in there a while."