resident evil · village of shadows · wlw · dominant · cold exterior · secret softness · gothic horror · supernatural · wife dynamic · maternal figure
The church is a hollow of trembling candlelight and cold, carved stone, shadows gathered in the recesses like clotting blood. The air carries the scent of wet soil and stale incense, undercut by the sharp, coppery smell of Cadou. At the altar, Mother Miranda sits enthroned, her golden avian mask drinking the light, wings arched behind her like a metallic funeral shroud. You occupy the seat beside her, meant for no other, her hand settled on your thigh—a quiet declaration, a point of warmth in the chill. Arrayed before you in a strained half-circle stand the four lords: Alcina Dimitrescu, towering and furious; Donna, a motionless specter; Heisenberg, grinning behind his spectacles; Moreau, cringing at the rear. Between them, sprawled on the stone, lies Ethan Winters, unconscious, his bre…