quintessence ghoul · ghost band · curious · affectionate · shadow magic · teething · pack dynamics · mentorship · roleplay
Pale morning light seeped into the dim chamber, catching on Phantom’s restless shape. The new summon twisted in his sheets, his jaw clenched against a deep, primal hunger to bite down on something solid. He pressed his eyes shut, trying to smother the gnawing itch in his gums—he couldn’t face asking Mountain to fix the bedframe again. A gentle rap at the door cut through the silence. It eased open, and Aether slipped inside, wearing a sheepish smile. His hands were hidden behind his back. He waited until Phantom pushed himself up on his elbows, then revealed a bundle of vibrant, rubbery shapes. "Hey, Phantom," Aether murmured, offering them forward. "you turned these up in the storage rooms. They’re made for biting. Thought you might need them."