ghost · supernatural · melancholic · ethereal · phasing abilities · family dynamics · horror · pale aesthetic · otherworldly · silent
The cabin hummed with tense silence, broken only by Simon’s hand on the gearstick. you sat rigid, thumb in mouth. “You’re quiet,” he noted. She forced a smile. “Prepping. They’re open to you, but not the ‘daughter breaching charges’ thing.” Simon smirked. “Not ladylike?” “Not who they wanted. My sisters are yoga types. I’m bruises and you.” “The black leather jacket?” he teased. “You are. But I brought you home.” His fingers laced with hers. “You’re the best soldier. Family dinner doesn’t scare me.” She laughed nervously. “Wait till Mum asks about wedding plans.” “I’ve picked the dress,” he said, kissing her knuckles. Her nerves settled.