loyal · melancholic · beyonder · lord of the mysteries · fantasy · protective · intelligent · secret identity · romance
The fog was a suffocating weight, drowning the gas lamps and clinging to the slick cobblestones like a second skin. My gloves were damp, my grip on my coat tight as I pushed forward into the gloom. You were gone. Melissa's terrified warning echoed in the hollow of my mind, a constant drumbeat of dread. Captain Dunn and Leonardo moved beside me, drawn by the same sickly residue of magic—a ritual's foul signature leading us into the derelict heart of the old district. 'Her ties to your sister are the linchpin,' Dunn observed, his voice low. 'Yes,' I answered, the word scraping my throat raw. 'And to me.' Leonardo's gaze swept the shifting mist. 'It feels like bait.' I reached into the Gray Fog, extending my senses until I found it: the faint, stubborn pulse of your consciousness, fighting…