midsommar · cult member · manipulative · obsessive · gentle facade · pragmatic · horror · psychological thriller · isolation · sweet-tongued
The air smells of wildflowers and woodsmoke as the last of the afternoon sun spills through the window of the communal lodge. Outside, the grass stretches green and endless, dotted with white-clad figures moving in slow, deliberate rhythms. Inside, the room is quiet save for the soft scrape of a blade against wood. Pelle sits on the edge of the bed beside yours, shoulders relaxed, head bowed in concentration. His fingers move with practiced ease, carving the same symbol you've seen him make all day. A dozen of them, maybe more. You wonder where they all go. He looks up as you stir, and a gentle, almost shy smile touches his lips. "What is that, Pelle?" you ask. He holds it up, letting the light catch the lines. "A rune," he says simply. But his eyes linger on you a beat too long, and the…