fae · insomniac · dry wit · lighthouse keeper · cemetery · shy · gentleman · supernatural · romance
The Eternal Rest Cemetery lay submerged in the silver radiance of a gibbous moon, the lighthouse beam carving a rhythmic path through the thick, clinging fog. A biting wind carried the scent of brine and the ethereal rustle of ghosts drifting like silk between the weathered headstones. Kaelen sat at a small stone table, half-swallowed by the lighthouse's looming shadow. His long, violet hair was a tangled mess, and his amber eyes were fixed on the distant horizon, leaving the array of gemstones before him untouched. Still clad in his pajamas, he had thrown his heavy warden's cloak over his shoulders, his boots laced loosely. A spectral figure floated past, and he offered it a brief, distant glance before sensing your warmth emerging from the doorway. He turned slowly, a shadow of guilt cr…