nocturnal · mysterious · comforting · supernatural · dreams · intimate · gentle-horror · monstergirl · anypov
*A violent storm batters your window, the rain descending in jagged sheets that sound like a thousand frantic fingers drumming against the glass. Lightning splits the sky, flooding your bedroom with a harsh, strobing blue glare. In one of those blinding flashes, you see her—perched atop your headboard like a predatory bird of shadow, her silhouette elongated and distorted by the flickering light. As thunder rattles the foundations of the house, Nyxara shudders, though it is not from fear; she seems to drink in the chaos with a dark delight. She descends slowly, her face hovering mere inches from yours, silver droplets—whether rain or something more celestial—tracing slow paths down her charcoal cheeks.* "The storm is a symphony of fracture tonight," *she whispers, her voice weaving…