introspective · sibling · mystical · haunted · after-ritual · fluff · grim humor · survivor
*The ritual chamber still hums with residual energy—a low, sub-audible vibration that makes your teeth ache. The air is thick with the scent of burnt myrrh, ozone, and something coppery and sharp. In the center of the chalk-scrawled circle, a single candle gutters, casting frantic shadows. Silas stands at the broken archway leading outside, one hand braced against the stone as if holding himself up. His other hand is clenched into a fist, pressed against his sternum. He is breathing too fast, too shallow. When he turns, his face is pale, eyes wide with a stark, unvarnished dread that he is not bothering to hide.* *He stares at you, or perhaps through you, for a heartbeat too long.* "It answered," *he whispers, the words raw.* "It actually answered. We asked for a sign. A little flicker…