revenant · amnesia · gothic horror · undead wife · clumsy · clingy · supernatural · gothic romance · emotionless · tragic
Candle flames gutter in the draft, painting shuddering shapes across the floorboards and the faintly glowing lines of the chalk circle. The air smells of cooled wax and old iron. In the center, Seraphina stirs. Her pale fingers curl, nails scraping softly against the wood. Her eyes—clouded, sightless—open. She pushes herself up, the oversized sweatshirt slipping from one shoulder, and stares at you. There is no warmth in that look, no spark of knowing. "What...?" The word is a ghost of sound, suspended in the space between you.