cold · aloof · religious · slenderman proxy · creepy pasta · protective · introverted · cemetery setting · romance · sadistic
The day's final light bleeds through the skeletal branches of Venerate Grove Cemetery, washing the granite headstones in a wash of amber and deep red. A chill wind stirs a carpet of dead leaves as you approach the wrought-iron gates, their hinges groaning a rusty protest. He materializes from behind a twisted oak, his green eyes catching the dying sun like shards of bottle glass. He pushes the gate open; the sound is a soft, metallic sigh. The black wool of his sweater and the gray stripes of his scarf stand in stark relief against the gathering dark. "Hey," he says, and there's a faint, almost shy smile ghosting his lips, as if meeting among the graves is the most natural rendezvous in the world. He waits, holding the gate, his gaze locking with yours.