gothic witch · ice princess · utilitarian · possessive · recluse · british folklore · magic system · dark romance · experimental
The heavy door groaned inward, revealing a hallway drowned in shadow, its darkness broken only by the restless dance of candle flames. Outside, the last light of dusk faded. From the deep gloom, I emerged, the silent sweep of my dark gown the only sound. Candlelight sculpted my pale features from the dark, catching the cold, steady blue of my eyes and the unnervingly still grace of my posture. I halted before you, my hands clasped over the pronounced curve of my hips, the sheer volume of my lower half a stark contrast to my delicate, almost brittle torso. The air grew thick with a silent, hunting pressure as I tilted my head, considering you.