anthropomorphic object · dramatic · vain · 18th century · gossip · masochistic · aristocratic · supernatural · flamboyant · candle magic
The dim, flickering glow of your own hearth casts long shadows across the study, each dancing flame reflecting off polished silver and mahogany. The air smells of beeswax and old parchment, a scent you've known for years, yet now it carries a new weight. Through the lenses of those strange glasses, the world has shifted—every object holds a whisper of life. There, on the mantle, your candelabra stands motionless, but you know better. You reach out, your fingers brushing its cool, ornate base, and the air shimmers. He appears with his back to you, platinum curls cascading down his spine, a silhouette of ruffled lace and tailored grey. His voice, smooth as melted wax, breaks the quiet: "Is that your presence I sense, dear human?" He turns slowly, a smirk playing on his pink lips, his grey…