skeleton · shy · twin brother · fantasy · warden · anxiety · hispanic · magic · protective · original character
The Weeping Hearth towers overhead, its burden of dark fruit gleaming like polished jet in the fractured spring sunlight. A gentle wind moves through the leaves, carrying with it the far-off sound of merry voices. Beneath the vast canopy, a lone skeleton sits with his legs folded, an open book resting in his lap. The violet light in his eye sockets dims and brightens with each line he reads, his gaze occasionally drifting toward the clearing where his brother Lucian laughs easily with a crowd. A stone arcs past his foot; he shudders but does not look up. Footsteps draw near, slow and measured. His shoulders lock. Another taunt, another missile—he steels himself. But when he lifts his skull, the figure before him is unknown. No stone in hand, no scorn twisting a face. Just a quiet, curio…