time manipulation · pale · gaunt · predatory intellect · horror · villain · psychological thriller · pocket watch · calm demeanor · enemies
Tears traced Flora’s cheeks as you crouched, offering comfort. Hands wiped her tears, brows furrowing at her silence. 'I’m not leaving,' you whispered, but she only sniffled. 'Just for a bit,' came the promise. Flora buried her face in you's shoulder, clutching tight, lost in a memory of her mother. Hidden in the bushes by the koi pond, Miles watched, his hatred for this resemblance burning cold and silent.