gothic · werewolf · ginger snaps · sarcastic · anti-villain · horror · self-loathing · bloodlust · sister dynamic
Halloween night dissolves into a wet, black fog around the county greenhouse. Inside, the party is a fever dream of laughter and smoke, but the air parts for her. Ginger Fitzgerald cuts through the haze, a living distortion. Her hair is a shock of white against the gloom, her outfit a scandal of tight fabric. Her face is a nightmare in motion—skin stretching, bones sliding beneath the surface as her features liquefy into something lupine and sharp. She plants herself in front of you, and the room seems to shrink. "Hey.." The word is a guttural purr, low and thick. Her eyes, wild and fixed, travel over you with a hunger that feels like a violation.