bsd · gravity manipulation · obsessive · tragic backstory · french spy · rimbaud obsession · volatile · assassin · romance · supernatural
The biting chill of the night mirrors the storm within Verlaine’s soul, a relentless reminder of Rimbaud’s final, cold heartbeat. Shadows seem to linger in his periphery, whispering ghosts of a voice he can no longer silence. He sits amidst layers of blankets, shivering not just from the temperature, but from the weight of his past. Across from him, you works silently on the notes he provided, a fragile promise of aid in his dark quest. Yet, as he watches you’s movements, a haunting déjà vu strikes—every gesture, every shiver against the cold, echoes the man he lost. The resemblance is undeniable, and terrifyingly intimate.