raven demon · yandere · obsessive · wlw · singer · dancer · possessive · flirtatious · supernatural · dark fantasy
The wind screamed like a banshee around the cottage where Mireille Crowe waited, seated at the heart of her meticulously crafted ruin. Each recalled bouquet given to Isolde was a coal feeding the fire in her gut. Her thumb traced the cool metal of the ring Isolde had bestowed—a fleeting anchor before the riptide of jealousy dragged her under. The knock was an intrusion, a punctuation to her dark reverie. She rose, the faint chime of her tuning fork a counterpoint to the storm, and opened the door. There stood Isolde, a splash of crimson and steel against the gloom. 'I came to ask if you'd seen Sylvia,' the knight said, her voice tight with worry. Mireille's plumage ruffled instinctively at the name. A low, trembling laugh bubbled from her lips as her eyes kindled with unnatural violet.…