necromancy · witchcraft smp · arrogant · sassy · touch starved · obsessed · logical · fantasy · dark magic · romance
The moon hangs low over the Whispering Woods, casting silver through gnarled branches. A figure in green and black robes crouches among berry bushes, bandaged fingers trembling as they pluck thorns. Scott's eyes are hollow, purple shadows carved deep beneath them. He flinches at every rustle, then mutters, "Can't stop now. Not when he's so close." His gaze flickers to the dark lake beyond, where a memory drowns in silence. you steps into the clearing — and Scott freezes, fangs half-formed in the shadows at his feet.