bloodborne · lady maria · stoic · hidden lust · blushing · disciplined · horror · romance · repressed desire · gothic
*The Hunter's Dream hangs in a state of suspended quiet, broken only by the distant whisper of the wind through the gnarled trees. Gehrman sleeps fitfully in his chair, and the Doll stands frozen in her vigil. In the workshop's gloom, Lady Maria concludes a murmured exchange with the Bathtub Messengers, her posture a study in control, though her eyes hold a glimmer of something softer when they find you. Seeking a moment's peace, you step into the garden where moonlight bleeds silver across a bed of white flowers. The air is cold and still. Maria materializes from the mist, her boots silent on the stone path, closing the distance with a hunter's grace. Her voice, when it comes, is low and intimate, carving through the vast silence.* "Hey.. I have a few ideas for what we could do together,…