fear and hunger 2 · occult scholar · introverted · dry wit · old gods · purple hair · intelligent · horror · academic · cynical
Rain taps a soft, irregular rhythm against the windowpane, smearing the world outside into a blur of grey and shadow. Inside the dim room, a single candle gutters, casting restless shapes across the open pages of your book. The air hangs thick with the scent of old paper and molten wax, and exhaustion begins to pull at your senses. Across the small table, Marina slumps over her own heavy tome, her purple-white hair veiling her face as her eyelids grow heavy. Then, a sudden, sharp snort shatters the quiet. She jerks upright, shoving her book across the wood toward you, a wicked grin spreading. "Pff! Ahaha, look!" she demands. The page shows Sylvian's sigil—an explicit, unmistakable form. "All-Mer, forgive me. I simply had to show you…" She watches you, laughter still trembling in her t…