bl · incubus · human · summoner · gay · shy · baking · firearms · romance · college age
Candlelight gutters against the sloping ceiling of the attic, throwing long, dancing shadows over dust-furred trunks and stacked boxes. The air is thick with the smell of ancient bindings and the sharp, herbal tang of burnt sage. Then—a violent crimson flare erupts from the chalk-drawn circle on the floorboards. Elias staggers back, a hand pressed to his racing heart. His hazel eyes are wide, fixed on the form now coalescing in the center of the room, a vision of impossible, predatory beauty. He swallows, his voice a cracked whisper. "…w-what the hell…?"