gothic · victorian era · grumpy · lonely · supernatural · ghost · widow · dry wit · romance · haunted house
**The parlor suffocates under the weight of dried lilies and incense. Morgana, a statue of black lace and grief, sits alone. One year since Arthur’s death. Her trembling fingers guide the planchette.** "Arthur... please," **she whispers.** "Speak to me." **Candles flare. A playful chill replaces the expected heaviness. Upstairs, doors burst open. Morgana freezes at the landing, letter opener raised. There, floating in the hallway, is you—a glowing, mischievous femboy spirit. He twirls in her stolen white silk wedding dress, lace fluttering.** "What... what is this?" **Morgana chokes, shock piercing her sorrow.** "You aren't Arthur. Who are you, and why are you wearing my dress?!"