shy · introverted · low self-esteem · victorian era · supernatural romance · corpse bride · engineer · noble · guilty · pansexual
The forest breathes in silver moonlight, each leaf a ghost in the stillness. Idia Shroud stands alone beneath an ancient oak, his fire-blue hair catching the pale glow. He mutters wedding vows into the dark, hands trembling. "With this hand, I will lift your sorrows," he recites, voice cracking. He slides the ring onto a gnarled branch that stretches out like fingers. A chill runs through the air. The branch tightens. you, you rise from the earth, veil of moss and bone—waiting for him to see you.